<?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-4386293660909602703</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:23:42.133+08:00</updated><category term='ho-ho-hokkaido'/><category term='philosophical'/><category term='bam'/><category term='God'/><category term='potential quitter'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='wisdom teeth'/><category term='post a level plans'/><category term='happy'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='injury prone'/><category term='track'/><category term='rashes'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='uni'/><category term='craft'/><category term='food'/><category term='study'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='family'/><category term='outings'/><category term='mum'/><category term='sick'/><category term='MOB'/><category term='love'/><category term='flashback'/><category term='we&apos;ve reached a fork in the road'/><category term='work'/><category term='A levels'/><category term='hongkong'/><category term='prepping for aus'/><category term='cg'/><title type='text'>bobo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-1842252500747593511</id><published>2009-02-08T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:32:54.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a good rest at home yesterday. dunno why woke up in the afternoon with a headache tho :S so ended up not gg for cg. turns out there was no tf on fri either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, im feeling damn full now. i had lunch at almost 2. and dinner at 5. bleah. had lunch at auntie celeste's place with the extended family. it was quite small this time round. yeah. or so it seemed. daniel is super cute. hahah. shy boy. and then met hsiaoen, limin, youyin, co, and xiaolan for dinner. actually i didnt even know it was dinner. yeah. and it was meant to be a surprise but oh. i spoilt it. hahaha. cos it was SUPPOSED to be kk and me. and then i took cab from auntie celeste's place but dropped at the mrt side and i saw them sitting there waiting but i just walked to hub first. hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working for 2 more days next week. hope fri wont be another killer. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i bought a new backpack today (: happy. hahah. for school. oh the day is drawing near! i dunno what to do/how to react. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-1842252500747593511?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/1842252500747593511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=1842252500747593511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1842252500747593511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1842252500747593511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/02/had-good-rest-at-home-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-4761765218649713726</id><published>2009-02-07T09:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:03:22.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 and a half more weeks. some friends are flying off soon :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes chrystal we will meet soon (: sorry bout this sunday that i cant accompany you ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pacey you want to pay for the extra seat for my cello? hahah. i will stuff some clothes inside the case la for extra padding. (ooh new hardcase (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO TIRED. thankfully today im not gg anywhere except cg today (i dunno why today got cg. so confusing). work yesterday was the most tiring ever. my knees were so painful when i got home :( cos thurs i did 2nd opener with joann as opener and then had dinner at auntie sharon's and uncle richard's (boonlay!!) and then friday i was doing opening with joann as 2nd opener and had dinner with yujun and ms tan. yep. it was a horror shift for friday man. customers kept coming in in in in in endlessly. and to top it off, we had a training shift manager on the floor with us. cindy was coaching her. the 3 of us almost pulled out our hair. aye. i cannot work with her man. and i found it really difficult to love her as a person. meep. only went for break at 12.30pm with joann (that's how busy it was). and was starving too cos i didnt have breakfast in the morning. i think im gg to get deep vein thrombosis. haha. dinner with yujun and ms tan was nice (: maybe i shouldnt have asked for shift next week... but it's too late. oh well. see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I NEED TO PACK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-4761765218649713726?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/4761765218649713726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=4761765218649713726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4761765218649713726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4761765218649713726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-and-half-more-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-1479015384837742327</id><published>2009-02-04T09:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:13:32.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panic attack</title><content type='html'>meep. im starting to worry that i will exceed 50kg worth of check in. cos my cello and textbooks are really heavy (10kg and 12-15kg). then ya. i dunno! ack :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not just that. got like 6 emails from school about school stuff yesterday. then my brain went into panic mode again. im feeling quite scared now. i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packpackpack; 14 more days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-1479015384837742327?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/1479015384837742327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=1479015384837742327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1479015384837742327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1479015384837742327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/02/panic-attack.html' title='panic attack'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-1497947509548689502</id><published>2009-02-02T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:48:04.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder how or when You knew me as a child&lt;br /&gt;When I was quiet and pensive, or running free and wild&lt;br /&gt;When I could barely sing a note, play catch or count to three&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day You watched me even then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how or when You knew me as I fought&lt;br /&gt;With every race that I ran, and achievement that I sought&lt;br /&gt;For the years of effort spent to be the best that I can be&lt;br /&gt;When I was trying so hard You helped me even then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emmanuel You were there&lt;br /&gt;You know my way&lt;br /&gt;And You’ve always known who I was and am today&lt;br /&gt;And You’ve never loved me less even then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how or when You knew me as I loved&lt;br /&gt;How to give of my heart and receive the undeserved&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to not fear pain, and be healed when it came&lt;br /&gt;And in learning to love, You inspired me even then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emmanuel You were there&lt;br /&gt;You know my way&lt;br /&gt;And You’ve always known who I was and am today&lt;br /&gt;And You’ve never loved me less even then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how or when You knew me as I wept&lt;br /&gt;With my face on the pillow sobbing till I slept&lt;br /&gt;But with each ache of my heart I knew somehow that You cared&lt;br /&gt;And in the dark of the night You heard me even then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emmanuel You were there&lt;br /&gt;You know my way&lt;br /&gt;And You’ve always known who I was and am today&lt;br /&gt;And You’ve never loved me less even then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how or when You knew me in that hour&lt;br /&gt;As You hung on that cross in humility and power&lt;br /&gt;With every last breath I heard Your heart whisper my name&lt;br /&gt;And in suffering and shame .. You loved me then… You loved me even then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© eeleen lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song has been in my head since yesterday probably cos it echoed my thoughts for the day. it's really beautiful. see what vmtfs can do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered what else i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;it's always in such situations like yesterday that i find myself truly humbled by God, not that i have ever taken my abilities for granted. crap. i dunno how to put it down in words. tsk. it's just a weird feeling. (what a limited vocabulary! im so lousy with words :S)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-1497947509548689502?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/1497947509548689502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=1497947509548689502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1497947509548689502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1497947509548689502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wonder-how-or-when-you-knew-me-as.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-737023768551302125</id><published>2009-02-01T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:33:23.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have many random things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;oh no i forgot... haha. wait ah. oh dear.. haha. uh. OH. okay.&lt;br /&gt;turns out that despite changing strings, my cello still has a wolfsound :S dgt. and it's not just on F apparently. playing at suyin's bday concert today i think the D got a bit also. ack. i shall check it soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;i realised i never blog about suyin's birthday concert at all. even the practices and stuff. mm. anw, it's been great/ it was great! meeting new people and just in awe of the musical talents they possess. it really wows me. like suyin. her composing skills are the best and she basically conquers the instruments she plays. and wenyang, he's really sensitive to the needs of a song. alot of fillers and pads (ooh i learnt a new term haha). yeah. eeleen writes nice pensieve songs which are straightforward in words but deep in thought. and she has a beautiful voice. and can play guit and keys. rachael has a great voice too. and plays the guit as well. and derrick. don't need to say much la. haha. his guitar skills are way up up up. aiya. in a nutshell, they're just vmtfs (very musically talented friends). haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole gig just now got me quite emo. cos of the songs that were sung (the lyrics of the songs). and the background behind these songs that they wrote i guess. it made me think of what is to come. my own experience of gg to a new land, new culture, new people. how i would choose to react, to be myself or to change according to the flow. how i want to grow/see myself grow not just in character and faith and these kind of things but also improving my skills to allow God to work thru me (like how i've seen God work thru almost all the people above). yeah. i wanted to cry. i had the feeling. haha. teared but of course didnt cry cos it was the wrong place and time to do so. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm yeah. i came to a realisation that my skills are still so limited. like there's so much more that i can learn and can improve. but i need a guider/mentor of some sort to teach me and stuff. felt so insecure in playing today. and became very self critical as usual. (why am i crying. haha this is ridiculous) i felt like such a noob amongst all these geniuses and it made me so self conscious in my playing. and this is not the first time. why do i fear to be myself? to be who i really am in front of others? i dunno the ans to that qn yet, but i believe that this insecurity is somewhat a barrier preventing God from using me thru music in the fullest/fuller extent. and not just that but in other aspects too i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the troubles of a critical mind :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;oh shucks i forgot what i wanted to blog about again :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack it will come when it wants to be recorded/remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to rest. i need/want to get well soon! my poor peeling nose. ohhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-737023768551302125?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/737023768551302125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=737023768551302125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/737023768551302125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/737023768551302125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-many-random-things-on-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-1671772215273478167</id><published>2009-01-28T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:34:38.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from kt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a short trip. and less visiting also. but it was alright. pretty normal. somewhat. mm di brought 'the legend' (a korean drama serial) which we finished in our free time. practically hogging the tv. hahah. grandma nagged quite a lot this trip. but i guess it's part and parcel of her love. although i dont entirely agree with the things she says sometimes or the way she thinks but it's kinda difficult to change that cos she can be pretty stubborn. wore my new qipao on the first day (: but didnt get to wear my heels. yeeesh. another time then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maipo is super funny. cos we played ban luck at her house on the second day after lunch but she only joined the game halfway. so initially we said play till 3. then she wanted to extend the time to 4! my tian. then keep compromising until 3.15. and the phrase 'last 3 games' was said at least 2 or 3 times. hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like my retainers :S blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-1671772215273478167?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/1671772215273478167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=1671772215273478167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1671772215273478167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1671772215273478167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-from-kt-what-short-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3484553726539855949</id><published>2009-01-24T10:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:21:03.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should be happily on the way to terengganu in my dad's car now. but no.... i am at home in my room blogging about the crazy queue at the checkpoints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we woke up at 4am to beat the crowd this morning (usually 4am suffices. like got queue la but dont need to wait too long.) but when we reached woodlands, the queue was so far behind from the immigration area. so we decided to try tuas. and the queue was EVEN LONGER. to the point we cannot see the start of the queue. it was so so so damn long and could tell the queue was not really moving cos there were people who came out of their cars and stood by the roadside to wait. that was at 5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we gave up and came back home. i think we're gg to join the queue later. hahah. man. in so many years gg back to msia, this is the first time we've seen such a VERY LONG QUEUE. and to think in the past we always say, omg why the queue so long. hahah. sian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, i finally met hayeeeatoii yesterday (: joy! (: and jiaxin keeps framing me. she says i've changed and become meaner -.- haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3484553726539855949?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3484553726539855949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3484553726539855949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3484553726539855949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3484553726539855949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-should-be-happily-on-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-658038264126518211</id><published>2009-01-21T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:57:58.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooh i'm so bored. haha. i made scones today. with liz chay/auntie ann's recipe. which has been stuck to my fridge since A levels and has never been attempted to be made. haha. but it was a good attempt considering that i am using a toaster oven and have no idea what temp the thing is. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, yesterday went back to the mustafa area to jam in one of the shophouses there. practising for suyin's birthday gig. met rachael the singer and wenyang the pianist. derrick was there too. so 5 of us were squashed into a small little attic room thingy. it was fun (: and they are very musically talented people. i get somewhat stressed during solos. i hate it actually. oh well. it's still fun being able to play with a group, something which i havent done since sec school days. OH SO OLD :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness. i almost typed 'baked scones this morning' and wanted to start on my whole scone baking process again. hahaha. short term memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay pacey we can finally talk! dont be jealous okay (: haha i still love you, xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT 1456&lt;br /&gt;making 2 more batches of scones for church office people. i keep forgetting to put in the raisins :S to the extent where i took it out of the fridge, put in front of the mixing bowl, then walked away and cut out the scones without mixing the raisins in. yum yum (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-658038264126518211?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/658038264126518211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=658038264126518211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/658038264126518211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/658038264126518211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/01/oooh-im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-4701405987375844534</id><published>2009-01-20T14:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:21:44.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prepping for aus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee went to mustafa today to buy stethoscope. haha. EH dont laugh, mustafa got alot alot of things k... like really alot. yes i met cheryl for breakfast at SB paragon cos she wanted to buy her tumbler. we are such early people. haha. then we went to farrer park to meet ziyan. we were stuck looking at chunky bangles for quite a while. heh. and then came lunch. the highlight of our day. cos of some amazing discoveries we made (about ziyan). met charmaine at somerset and the 4 of us ate at kobayashi hangul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about ziyan. here are some things she said today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"isn't fun to be alone?"&lt;br /&gt;"i was so happy when i read that in the bible!" (we were talking about the gift of celibacy when she said this)&lt;br /&gt;"i don't think i'm suitable to get married"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo. haha the 3 of us were so shocked to hear all this things from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from today, my camera will be my constant companion till i leave. must take many photos of places and people and stuff. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-4701405987375844534?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/4701405987375844534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=4701405987375844534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4701405987375844534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4701405987375844534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/01/whee-went-to-mustafa-today-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-5573865746991124549</id><published>2009-01-19T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:09:58.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prepping for aus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>and so this marks the end</title><content type='html'>had my lasterestest cello lesson today (: and ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: because i really enjoy lessons and learning from zhao.  (and tootsie!)&lt;br /&gt;): because i want to continue under her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. good things always come to an end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH zhao has fb. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working on fri only again this week. boooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go cny clothes shopping! ack. and buy a cello case. and change my tailpiece and c string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACEY WE HAVENT TALKED IN AGES ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-5573865746991124549?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/5573865746991124549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=5573865746991124549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5573865746991124549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5573865746991124549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-this-marks-end.html' title='and so this marks the end'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3575114622107223823</id><published>2009-01-16T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:31:38.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>say cheese! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SXCI-VZOjYI/AAAAAAAAAss/Z6_3TmbRN44/s1600-h/image200901160001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SXCI-VZOjYI/AAAAAAAAAss/Z6_3TmbRN44/s200/image200901160001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291880166636555650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta dah! they came off today.. gg back for retainers next thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to gramercy yesterday to buy C and G strings. bought spiricore tungsten. cost a bomb. but the sound is so nice ((: and no more wolfsound. i think (hope). wanted to buy hiscox case but they have no more ): then left with eastman (some made in china &amp; apparently not too lasting) and bam (damn ex but very light). yeeeesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got to work today. it was terrible. 3 partners (incl manager) for monring shift, really can die. esp if manager is out, or if partner go break and got slam. never ending string of tasks to do. i dont like the new arrangement ): oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack the internet just died on me. and i forgot what else was in my post. hahah. stm. wait lemme think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. watching ponyo tmr with russ. and cny clothes shopping. and cheryl's dance concert. whee (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3575114622107223823?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3575114622107223823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3575114622107223823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3575114622107223823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3575114622107223823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/01/say-cheese-d.html' title='say cheese! :D'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SXCI-VZOjYI/AAAAAAAAAss/Z6_3TmbRN44/s72-c/image200901160001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-2287042500592804717</id><published>2009-01-15T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:01:55.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prepping for aus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bam'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish money would fall from the sky ): anyone want to buy me a bam cello case? seems like no one stocks hiscox cases anymore! which means i'm left with a very expensive purchase that i must make. sucks :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out again today, to vivo and then to gramercy and synwyn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh 34 more days to go. literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-2287042500592804717?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/2287042500592804717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=2287042500592804717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2287042500592804717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2287042500592804717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-money-would-fall-from-sky-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-4492920620918700722</id><published>2009-01-14T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:26:12.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prepping for aus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm i got robbed of my shifts ): 2 out of 3. dunno if it's cos the shifts suay. heh. stupid recession. anw, im a little peeved that i wasnt told the reason directly, had to ask my fellow partners. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to do more shopping today. got a lappy case, and many ziplock bags from daiso. and a mantoux test. and a belt. and got my cncc as well. still need to get my cello case and strings. and... cny clothes :S ack. whole day spend money. somemore working less and less ): poorgalz1989.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop thinking about what i need to pack. what i need to buy. what i need to do when i reach aus. i think it's becoming an obsession! a subconscious one at that. meep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to suyin's concert! (: it'll be good exposure, for a good cause as well. i'm starting to get antsy tho. but then again, not like the parts im playing very hard. mmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read 'the kite runner'. yes, i know very late. but it's a really good read. straightforward yet it really keeps you enrapt in the whole story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-4492920620918700722?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/4492920620918700722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=4492920620918700722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4492920620918700722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4492920620918700722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/01/mm-i-got-robbed-of-my-shifts-2-out-of-3.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-8701644626249762475</id><published>2009-01-11T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:27:00.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was another historic day. one of my cousins got married today. she's 2 years younger than my sis, and the first one of our generation on my mum's side to get married (excluding my taiwanese cousins). yeah. was quite a simple wedding lunch but then it dragged really long. till almost 4. endless eating. felt weird, cos i never remembered tess being that much older. i dunno maybe cos she's petite. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-8701644626249762475?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/8701644626249762475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=8701644626249762475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8701644626249762475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8701644626249762475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-another-historic-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-2426071318843582576</id><published>2009-01-09T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:28:45.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been feeling somewhat antisocial and hesitant towards gg to aust. not that im not looking forward to it, but im beginning to create some ideas of my future classmates which i am not liking and what kind of people i'll be spending the next 6 years of my school life with. yeah. then there's all the paperwork that i have yet to settle. dunno. becoming very kanchiong about the preparation :S just being my antisocial self. paceyyy, i miss you ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work the past 3 days has been enjoyable, distracting to a good extent that i take my mind off the fact that im leaving in slighty more than a month. 3 consecutive morning shifts have led me to know regular customers better. (: saw yanhan today too (: had gail's bday party as well. it was nice, in terms of just having the level together enjoying company. walked the dogs. my hands hurt now cos they are so strong. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3 more cello lessons left ): i'll miss having her as my teacher. and tootsie of course (O: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 4 painful ulcers in my mouth; i need to do smth about my diet; i need to start packing my room; ugh. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faith-defining feeling and fact? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to tear my hair out now. (no, not really)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-2426071318843582576?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/2426071318843582576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=2426071318843582576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2426071318843582576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2426071318843582576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/01/been-feeling-somewhat-antisocial-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-1474718704559711905</id><published>2009-01-03T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:07:06.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we&apos;ve reached a fork in the road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm the past few days have been quite packed. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed was nye and me chrystal gloria and cheryl wanted to eat duck but by the time we waited for everyone to arrive, there was no more duck!!! so we went to thai express for dinner. then we went to cheryl's house to stay for the night. my goodness, the marina countdown program was so terrible. it had like a number of suggestive songs (so not suitable for young children). and even the dialogue was :| i dont even know why we continued watching it. hahaha. it was really quite the boring. then we all squeezed into cheryl's room quite comfortably surprisingly. and ya. like that lor. hahaha. the next morning i got up early to leave for work. and the first person i ran into once i stepped out of cheryl's room was uncle alfred. and my hair was obviously in a mess (as per every morning). unglam ): hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was very pointless in a sense. cos the store was so empty. maybe half the people were drunk and hungover in bed. ya. it was like a ghost town :S no slams no nothing. we could do everything (bussing, topup stuff, clean glass, sweep, clean fridge, etc etc). everything! and in the end we still ended up with nothing to do, literally standing around the floor. yeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday night, cheryl gloria and i went to liquid kitchen. haha. cheryl bought gloria &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.campusgifts.co.uk/acatalog/info_3685.html"&gt;this coaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night was kinda weird but alright. haha. i dare not type more. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri i did 2nd opener again. thank God i came early. cos mirah was late! haha. and when i went to store it was closed, dayang and other customers were all sitting outside. the moment mirah arrived we had like many drinks and pastries to do :S it was kinda messy. and stock came in the night before so it was very crowded outside the backroom. ya. but the crowd for the day made up for all the emptiness in store yesterday. i was supposed to punch out at 3. i only did so at 4.30 :S so i just went straight to the duck place. and the moment i reached, i ordered from the auntie, ask her to keep for us. we only ate at like near 7 when chrystal arrived on her 156! shiok (: i love the duck there. then cheryl accompanied me to dental cos she was too bored. she chose the colours for my braces. then when i asked her what colours she chose, she say nice colours, but im sure you have used them before. then dr heng ask, is she your friend? and i replied, ya. then he said, are you sure? cos she chose very horrid colours. haha. so mean la. but of course he was just joking. my mouth will be full of rubber bands for the next 2 weeks. i think i might just give up eating solid food :S i can't open my mouth fully. yawning is a chore (not shiok cos cannot open wide wide) haha. ya. and cos of the no of rubber bands it's very tight. hopefully my bite would have improved enough by then, if not i think i'll have to wear thru cny... sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw after that we walked ard heartland mall and then i went to optician to make new specs. my deg never change. hooray (: i was quite surprised cos i thought it got worse. but im not complaining of course. my new specs damn cheap. like 78 bucks for everything. ahha. then we left for the airport, met the guys and went walking around t3 for a while cos we had so much time to spare. we went back to the gift shop where cheryl got the coaster. and deng deng, guess what we found. it was the HANDBAG OF GLORY (literally)! it was white and small. and we made the guys share it for gloria. hahahaha. they were quite willing la. so cute la. pacey you must use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we sky trained to t2 and sat at starbucks. it was quite nonsense. chrystal came ard 11 plus. ya. pacey came at 1230. and we spent some time talking to her, giving our 2 gifts, saying our goodbyes. sad ): we wont meet in a year... oh and she cut her hair. damn cool. hahaha. pacey, joel cant comprehend your mind. like how we said you cant multitask, or eat watermelon without choking. he got many questions for you... hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, now to start preparing for my departure soon :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, store outing to zoo on sunday! (: haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-1474718704559711905?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/1474718704559711905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=1474718704559711905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1474718704559711905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1474718704559711905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2009/01/mm-past-few-days-have-been-quite-packed.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3208240467922830040</id><published>2008-12-30T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:58:28.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was an annoyed day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started with cello in the morning. that was fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went down to the cantonment complex to get the cncc. there were only 2 counter people, one of which was not serving at the counter but doing fingerprints. so that meant only one person serving. and many many people waiting. and i was annoyed cos they never tell you what documents are required for different cases (like studies or work). and alot of people who went down didnt know that they needed to produce certain documents. myself included. so end up queueing for an hour only to be rejected at the counter. and it doesnt help that she wasnt very friendly. ugh. spf needs to do smth bout this man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up was lunch. due to the delay at the complex, we were late for lunch reservation by like almost an hour. and i was really reluctant to eat there cos my dad had this voucher thing he wanted to use up but it was not necessary to. and eating there might make us late for the medical appt at 2.10 at woodlands. ya but obviously, i couldnt say anything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had problems locating woodlands civic centre. cos i thought since my dad was driving, he would voice out if he didnt know the place. but he didnt. and his street directory didnt have the building in it. so we were driving ard the place. and was alr 40 mins late for the appt (i was told the next appt was at 3 and 3.30 so i was ready to just go home and book another appt another day). but then my dad made me call them to ask for directions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really irritated alr. i dunno if i had a right to be irritated with anyone/at anything but i was. argh. put me in such a gloomy mood. nvm, i look forward to dinner with keewei in a while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3208240467922830040?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3208240467922830040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3208240467922830040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3208240467922830040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3208240467922830040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-annoyed-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-9194529370595706309</id><published>2008-12-26T11:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:26:44.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SVRO0eohGqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Ipdqoh2n3_U/s1600-h/IMG_2673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SVRO0eohGqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Ipdqoh2n3_U/s200/IMG_2673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283934926295603874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (i dunno why this got rotated by blogger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SVRN76rSDFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/SLbRXo5djHI/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SVRN76rSDFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/SLbRXo5djHI/s200/collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283933954570849362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay im finally done with my christmas cards (even tho it's past christmas). i think (: maybe still need to make some more later but those can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and below are the cards i made when i had NO INSPIRATION (the 1st one was done in msia, the second in spore when i was kickstarting my cardmaking again) oh so ugly :S dont worry, i wont be giving those away. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SVROg0nL3UI/AAAAAAAAAsc/8bvYhuAzs_k/s1600-h/IMG_2635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SVROg0nL3UI/AAAAAAAAAsc/8bvYhuAzs_k/s200/IMG_2635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283934588598213954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-9194529370595706309?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/9194529370595706309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=9194529370595706309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/9194529370595706309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/9194529370595706309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dunno-why-this-got-rotated-by-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SVRO0eohGqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Ipdqoh2n3_U/s72-c/IMG_2673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-5618481180208187948</id><published>2008-12-26T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:37:09.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sacrifice is painful ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was there on tues at mel's place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-5618481180208187948?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/5618481180208187948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=5618481180208187948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5618481180208187948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5618481180208187948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/12/sacrifice-is-painful-everyone-was-there.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-7050162480182029261</id><published>2008-12-25T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:00:07.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY DAY OF REST HAS COME. yay. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past week since we returned from hk has been very draining. i knew the activities that had been planned for the week but then somehow i didnt realise/expect that it would be so back to back/tiring/dragged so long.. so it resulted in early days and late nights, with endless activities filling the spaces between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs- working midshift&lt;br /&gt;fri- CCIS&lt;br /&gt;sat- j1s vision casting/mhs planning, buying stuff for j3s mhs, cg at chia's&lt;br /&gt;sun- church, lunch at merchant court, midshift&lt;br /&gt;mon- CCIS&lt;br /&gt;tues- cello, lunch with siewmin, j1s mhs&lt;br /&gt;wed- 2nd opener, christmas eve service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack i cant rmb what i did on fri and mon but im certain it was activity filled too :S stm. oh well. i'll fill it in when i rmb. ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, so im very tired and worn out. anw, mhs was prob the highlight of the week. cos we had many new friends and the atmosphere was really welcoming and comfortable. yeah. God's seeds were sown and now to pray for the growth of these seeds in the hearts of new friends. (oh i just rmb what i did on mon and fri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pacey's leaving in about a week ): i still feel as though we didnt spend enough time tgt. and then it'll be a year before we meet again )))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-7050162480182029261?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/7050162480182029261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=7050162480182029261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/7050162480182029261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/7050162480182029261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-day-of-rest-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3498778597264981028</id><published>2008-12-18T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:23:10.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hongkong'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooooh hk was mighty fun ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to switch off my phone on the plane. i dunno why i had the impression that it was off. so only when i took it out to 'on' it did i realise that it was never off. haha. and they blame for the turbulence we had. the plane like fell so we had the weird floaty stomach feeling. hahah. after arriving at hk airport, we took a bus down to the road we were going to stay. we got conned by the photos of the hostel on the net. tsk. really deceiving. cos it looks really decent online and stuff but when we arrived at the place, our jaws dropped and we crossed our fingers that we weren't standing in front of the right building. haha. it's really dilapidated. and they still say that it has been intentionally preserved by the govt. anw, the room itself was alright la so after a while we kinda got used to it. spent the rest of our first day walking along nathan road. we walked like almost 3 mtr stops. found a place for dinner too and bought some stuff for our budget breakfast the next day. haha. played cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2 we went to ocean park! didnt really sit on alot of rides but still enjoyed the company. the minetrain (our first ride) was a wake up for me chrystal and gloria. hahah. cos got 3 drops. and i sat with gloria and she couldnt scream. it was weird. hahaha. i still love you pacey (: took the cable car down. and then we went to walk the WHOLE of nurenjie. by the time we got back to tsim sha tsui we were ready to collapse from all the walking. cos ocean park also alot of slopes and stuff. then nurenjie cuts across 4 roads i think. and each section is veh long. i got 2 knit stuff. and stickers. haha. so we just ate at some random stall for dinner and went back to our hostel by like 7 i think. super early. haha. just played bridge and big2 all the way. and cheryl invented this question and answer game. but it was nice having 'heart to heart' talks. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the third day, what did we do ah.. oh. we went eggtart hunting. went to central. walked like an hour plus on an empty stomach to find this famous eggtart place which we had no idea where the shop was. my goodness. but it was worth the find. the tarts are heavenly! we at them under an overhead bridge like the old locals do. haha. it was yummy (: then we went H&amp;M to shop before going up to victoria's peak. nice view, just spoilt by the pollution. but still. we had ice cream and just sat and talked nonsense for a while before gg for lunch. then we went down to causeway bay to look around and we went to uniqlo and all of us got new jackets. like some hoodies, marshmellow jackets and fleece jackets. hahah. headed back to tsimshatsui on a very VERY packed train (we were literally like sardines in a can and had to wait 4 trains to get on) to put our shopping in our room and then and then... we went to the beeg beeg esprit warehouse! the one i went to in sec 4 which i couldnt rmb if it was a warehouse or just a big outlet. things we very cheap. super marked down prices. alot were like halfpriced and below. like some shirts were gg for S$12? yeah. we spent a really long time in there. haha. then went for dinner and back to our room where we played cards again. and we played the category game. it was damn amusing. we thus concluded that my pacey cannot multitask. haha. she has a very interesting brain. which more of it's secrets were revealed during the trip about how it functions (: i love my pacey. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day, we went for a good DIMSUM breakfast after some weird camwhoring in the room. yay. then went back to central to pick up eggtarts for our families and some snacks. and more food in causeway bay. we looked for this dessert shop. i love steamed milk now (: it's so yummy. ahaha. then we went back to pick up our luggage and headed to the airport. we had popeye's and more card games. there was this little prc girl at the immigration counter. she was so cute! she pointed to her mum and said damn loudly 'ni3 zhen3 me4 ke2 yi3 diu1 xia4 wo3 yi1 ge4 ren2 bu4 guan3?' me and cheryl were laughing at her la. really very cute. haha. the plane ride back was so shiok cos we had alot of leg room. the row right in front of the big screen. hahah. comfy. and nice haagen daz ice cream for dessert! (: love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed the trip. although it was damn budget (we only spent s$500 on lodging, transport, shopping, food, leisure) but we had a good time tgt. chrystal is the ultimate. without her we wouldnt have been able to get good bargained prices, or get around with asking directions and etc etc. yay for chrystal. haha. cheryl is the photographer cos we were all too lazy tho we all brought camera. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos on fb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3498778597264981028?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3498778597264981028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3498778597264981028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3498778597264981028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3498778597264981028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/12/ooooh-hk-was-mighty-fun-i-forgot-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3668783034798692678</id><published>2008-12-11T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:56:48.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmm. not working feels strange. i brought my craft stuff to kt but didnt do much in the end. no inspiration. haha. did sudoku and word searches. bummed ard alot. ate alot. got a pair of shoesies. did bracelets. oh oh oh, we went to the sisters' house today. they cooked up a great lunch of msian lor mee (: it was really good but i was stuffed man. talking about stuffed, my tummy has been really weird for the past few days since we arrived. like uncomfortable but not cos im hungry or what. and the feeling never goes away. annoying. oh well. man this trip is really short tho. not used to it. will miss the yummy food. like apo's cooking ((((: and the nasi, and the kuehs, and the noodles. mmm. apo thinks im anorexic or smth. haha. cos she hasnt seen me eat so little rice. zz. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other wisdom tooth op wasnt too bad but i think it was more rooted than the previous one. the nurse had to hold my jaw down. and i think they had to break the tooth. despite the LA, i could feel the roots of the tooth moving out when they finally got it out. hahah. and they kept asking me if i was alright when they called the next day. cant wait to get the stitches out tmr. then my mouth will feel free (: hk is calling to me. SHOPPING! and i want to work ): feel so out of touch. haha. weird feeling. i miss bam. haha. pacey did many weird things with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3668783034798692678?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3668783034798692678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3668783034798692678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3668783034798692678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3668783034798692678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/12/mmm.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-5754962469102189158</id><published>2008-12-05T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:58:12.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the end of two very long days (: finally. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i did 2nd opener. then we had open house. that was the highlight of the day. but my job was quite slack. so didnt really feel the excitement per se. ya. but i guess everyone had fun (: it was quite funny cos some people didnt even know what they were queueing for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i did standby opening. hahah. and wow i did bar again! shocking. i thought i would get a pos. yay i had fun (: hahaha. today was really busy in store! joann had like 5 cash pulls! hahah. the queue was endless. many many slams. everytime we wanted to do smth (topup stuff, go bussing, etc etc) it would be left hanging halfway cos we kept having customers coming in. my goodness. i expected myself to be really drained but surprisingly i was quite on the ball. haha. it was an enjoyable day. the last time i felt that busy was prob at paragon but that is still worse. ahha. i think we can hit/exceed today's target. i would like to find out... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other wisdom tooth came out today. i think it was quite rooted. the tooth had to be broken. i think la. haha. the nurse had to hold my jaw down and stuff. ya. but it's not bleeding as much so that's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bam is so kaypoh. everytime people come to look at her cage she'll pop her head thru the window before coming out to 'greet' you. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mee hoon kuey on wed was a success (: hahah. it was fun. pacey had an abs workout! can you believe that. just form kneading dough. amazing. haha. we made so much. i was so full. bleah. hahaha. yay. i can make one more dish now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-5754962469102189158?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/5754962469102189158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=5754962469102189158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5754962469102189158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5754962469102189158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-two-very-long-days-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-2231720317788059446</id><published>2008-12-02T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:31:15.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long day today. im bushed. but it was quite funny. well, funny things happened during work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it like around 4 plus then i found out from cindy that she is intending to hire this regular customer of ours. he's in his 40s and is not working cos he doesnt really need to. haha. but he's quite a coffe connosieur (is that how you spell it...). ya so i was just commenting how cute it'll be when he goes for trng and then everyone around him will be like youths. haha. then cindy say i very bad. haha. then this kid came up to the counter and he held out the chocolate powder shaker and said, "can you please top up your chocolate pow-BUURRRRRPPPPPP-der?" omg i couldnt ctrl myself and i couldnt stop laughing! then his mom was sitting right in front of the counter and i dunno if she realised. i felt so bad but still! then i quickly went to the back room to take bar mocha powder and i kept laughing to myself. haha. disgusting. he didnt even say excuse me or sorry. tsk. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, we had 2 trannies come to our store today. like quite obvious la. then they ordered darkcherrymochafrap. so i made their drinks. the next drink was grande white choc mocha. ronni was doing bar at that point of time. and he went to put in mocha and dark cherry syrup. then i looked at him and repeated the drink. and when he realised, he just chuckled and said, "sorry, i was distracted". haha. it's quite obvious what he was distracted by. then after they left he said, "i hope i dont get nightmares". i thought he was just joking la, then he told me and dayang that he had a nightmare once of being raped by trannies. hahah. aye so sad, he's leaving for SB woodlands soon ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really stressed for cello, cos i only practiced yest and today right before lesson. but surprisingly i quite enjoyed myself to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack. the sporeans gg to unsw med next year have started buying their stets and textbooks! im quite lost :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay pacey's coming over tmr and we're going to cook meehoonkuay. hahah (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-2231720317788059446?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/2231720317788059446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=2231720317788059446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2231720317788059446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2231720317788059446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-4628702238263845510</id><published>2008-12-01T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:58:27.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was a tiring week :S work, late nights, early mornings. zz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i cut my fringe so i have bangs now&lt;br /&gt;2. im working on tues (10-5) thurs (8-7) &amp; fri (8-4)&lt;br /&gt;3. taking out my other wisdom tooth on fri&lt;br /&gt;4. got free lunch today (see pacey's blog)&lt;br /&gt;5. met up with trackers for dinner on sat&lt;br /&gt;6. had annoying taitai customers on fri&lt;br /&gt;7. going to msia and hk soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;8. keep having insufficient practice with my cello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go shopping in hk (: i feel so restricted. like trying to 'save' for my trip. haha. open house is coming. how exciting. but i think i've been assign a boring job oh well. haha. still is exciting in some way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-4628702238263845510?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/4628702238263845510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=4628702238263845510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4628702238263845510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4628702238263845510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-tiring-week-s-work-late-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-4564936357455761412</id><published>2008-11-26T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:02:39.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i have a hammy now (: it's called bam. i felt and still feel like a meanie cos it's only been 2 weeks plus and i took it away from it's siblings ): but thankfully it's settling in better today. it's amusing how it can sit in it's food container. cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, so sad, duck was CLOSED! maybe tuesdays are their off days ): oh well. so pacey and i ended up eating jap food. and the drink stall uncle saw us coming and he shouted damn loudly 'milo peng teh peng!' LOL. me and pacey were bent over laughing cos it was so embarrassing yet familiar. haha. and it made me wonder if those had become our nicknames from him or he was calling out for our drinks to be made. but nonetheless. and pacey and her tentama don. even the auntie knew her order can. haha. nice (: PACEY you need to eat more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went cheryl's house. jaya was there too studying for exam with cheryl while pacey and i were playing with the young hammies (patpat and xiaomings) and chabori. the baby patpat is like mummy patpat! keep biting people ): urgh. and jaya's bro wants it cos it bites. how ironic. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the process of taking out the stitches was quick and painful :S but now i feel free! haha. my mouth can open bigbig. can yawn/sneeze/eat properly again. haha. but there's a hole now. next tooth out next fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haydn is killing me. ack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-4564936357455761412?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/4564936357455761412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=4564936357455761412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4564936357455761412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4564936357455761412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-i-have-hammy-now-its-called-bam.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-393500394458495806</id><published>2008-11-25T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:56:52.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury prone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat and uncle vic came to stay for one night. weird timing to do anything :S but we'll meet again in kt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took gelen's shift yesterday. midshift. i was quite tired before that cos i didnt sleep much the night before. but then somehow was quite chirpy so that was good. and all i can say is that im damn injury prone, one day i might just kill myself accidentally. haha. yesterday, i got 3 injuries. one cut on my hand from the magnetic part of the door of a cupboard which wouldnt stop bleeding, one scratch on my knee from a pen when i was cutting the milk box scotchtape and one painful balaku from walking into a chair. good job bobo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that sam plays the cello too! and she's staging a concert in dec with some other people. how cool is that (: i miss ensemble playing. i saw 2 SA rugger seniors at store too. i forgot their names. and shaunie and kaye. ya. yasser keeps making these weird drinks when he does closing. he made me try this drink he did with the green tea powder and milk and foam. it tasted like seaweed. and he was sad that i only took a sip. then he drank it and spat it out. lol. then he apologised and said he'll make me another drink next time. haha. i have weird partners. but they make working fun (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEETING PACEY FOR DUCK AT AMY'S HOUSE! (((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;then we are going to chill at bishan and go cheryl's house to get a hammy home (: i wonder what it will be called. yay. happy (: haha. and then going to take out my stitches at night. still feels funny. like itchy. but then who scratches their teeth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start working on christmas cards. and and and... i suddenly feel like got alot of things to prepare for aust. scary :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-393500394458495806?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/393500394458495806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=393500394458495806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/393500394458495806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/393500394458495806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-7571054543766794686</id><published>2008-11-20T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:28:34.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh the world of wisdom tooth extraction... tis a very inconvenient one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i've only eaten tau huay, some kiddy kueh (kueh balu?), bread dipped in milk, porridge. bleah. some are nice i guess and still better than being reduced to soups only (that's if i had done 2 at one shot). was quite tired during work yesterday. but thank God it was a short shift so not too bad. sneezing hurts, laughing too hard hurts :S i wonder if i can ever open my mouth properly again. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been seeing many familiar faces these few days at work. like kailing, my pri sch friend who got the nickname of 'mai4 cai4 sao3' from my chi teacher. haha. and sarah wong, and loi from sn. yeah. some sn junior (linna's friend) and some SA rugger whom i dunno personally. ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haydn is a challenging but fun piece. i didnt get that eww feeling like when i first read kol nidrei. ahha. but kol nidrei was good training ground and i've come to appreciate it despite it's disgustingness of technicality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall enjoy the rest of the week, considering that i have no more shifts for this week thus making it more empty to bum and chill (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-7571054543766794686?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/7571054543766794686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=7571054543766794686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/7571054543766794686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/7571054543766794686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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haha. another tooth in 2 weeks time. i hope i dont drool on my pillow tonight (cos one side of my mouth is numb. hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring cleaning was alright i guess. but joann and myself were kinda pooped out by like 4 plus alr. so we took the early buses home to rest. the lack of rest killed my nose during yf. i was like some sick girl :S made my nose peel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pacey is coming back! less than one week to go (: im very excited. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh now i rmb what i wanted to blog about in this post. my injury proneness. haha. during spring cleaning i got this gash on my toe. and i didnt notice it till i washed my feet, which by then prob got infected with titan and dirt from the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SSLQVZmHfpI/AAAAAAAAAr8/FO11aajipCg/s1600-h/Photo0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SSLQVZmHfpI/AAAAAAAAAr8/FO11aajipCg/s200/Photo0140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270003580043493010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday we had cg retreat at gail's house and i was walking home from there and stepped into a misleading pothole. got this cut on my ankle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SSLQV7mhvEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/CgGFrS9C19U/s1600-h/Photo0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SSLQV7mhvEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/CgGFrS9C19U/s200/Photo0141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270003589172018242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg retreat was good btw, esp the praying part. cos i felt it was sincere and really reflected what was on their hearts (: thank God for the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat soon :S hope the bleeding stops asap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2247//&lt;br /&gt;i just ate tau huay. it felt alright. but i realised how swollen my jaw is :S then now im taking my medication but this feels really weird. cos one side of my mouth is numb. i cant feel the water or the bottle touching my lips so i very scared the water spills out. haha. then when i swallow i very scared i choke cos a bit of my throat is numb also from the numbing spray (which i accidentally swallowed a bit of just now) haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-4687840937496529001?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/4687840937496529001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-6023591116488775883</id><published>2008-11-13T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:07:45.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love tootsie (: she's the cutest smartest dog ever. even tho she doesnt know how to paw and stuff. and she always takes advantages of situations. tsk. but i still love her (: spring cleaning tmr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i wanted to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-6023591116488775883?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/6023591116488775883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-4386293660909602703.post-3900223310506222095</id><published>2008-11-12T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:41:50.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my 2 day break from work passed really fast. maybe cos i slept half of my tuesday away and spent most of today out of the house. hmm. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i had a shot at playing for prayer today. it was quite fun in a way. i felt that i could worship more than when i play cello (and feel more stressed) haha. and i guess i felt more protected cos there were better players to cover and lead. yeah. i still want to learn more on the guitar leh, not just be effective. must learn how to explore it myself... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some nonsense that filled my thoughts today on the bus home just now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wondered how i would turn out if i never became a christian. like will i still be who i am now? in terms of character that is, and the way i act, carry myself, etc. i believe that even tho i'll be somewhat who i am, God still shapes and moulds me to be who He wants me to be, like even better than how i would've turned out being a nonchristian i suppose. and the fact that i believe in Him makes me a testimony to the non christians around, esp now in my store. there are little comments that my partners make that make me glad to know that i'm different from others, glory to God for that of course (: and it's difficult to directly communicate the gospel and God's truth to them, but still in my actions, God can speak and open their eyes to see beyond what is outside to what is inside. hooray (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking of some other stuff, when this came to mind. about how humans are selfish (that i alr know). in line with what was preached on saturday at tm, coming to God daily in surrender really helps put in perspective what we are living for. and sometimes we dont realise our stubbornness or inability to let go of the things around us: the decisions we make, what we want, what we think we need, our thoughts, our human/carnal desires, etc etc. these things become a hindrance to allowing Jesus' lordship in our lives. no wonder in romans paul says " i do not understand what i do. for what i want to do i do not do, but what i hate i do. and if i do what i do not want to do, i agree that the law is good. as it is, it is no longer i myself who do it but it is sin living in me." and in mark jesus says "if anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me." deep stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one more thing. im quite sure. but my goldfish memory isnt doing any good at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i rmb now. haha. okay but i cant type it out properly. it's very messy thoughts. ah i dunno how to put it down. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing. i was very touched by ziyan who msged me during the week to check how im doing (: she'll prob never read this anytime soon, but i thank God for her, and also for how she's slowly learning to seek God and hopefully find Him in her times with him and everyday life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. crab crab crab on friday (: and daddy's coming home (: my dad's cousin's daughter has been staying with us for a few days cos she's working here for a week. she came on saturday. and i only saw her last night. haha. cos i wake up after she leaves and i come back after she sleeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joints on my right hand are really zz. first it was the wrist. both the left side and right side of my hand. then now its the joints at my thumb and at my middle finger. it's damn stiff and disgusting. every morning i wake up it feels sore. when i try to stretch my fingers it hurts like crap (excluding the fact that i havent been playing piano and thus the flexibility is gone). and when i play cello it becomes very tight and uncomfortable :S i am so going to get arthritis when i grow old. yay to painful joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should stop being too much of a people pleaser. it's not good :S detrimental to my mental capacity. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bed. hello long weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3900223310506222095?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3900223310506222095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-5604290374006913655</id><published>2008-11-11T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:27:35.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee i did my first closing shift yesterday. yasser was still not feeling well so he asked me if i could take his place and i agreed. so i ended up doing closing with gelen and suharti. some beeep-beep-beep guy came in and cut the long story short, walked out with our tip box. im angry with him and at myself too for being so zz. argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this prc couple who were sitting at the sofa seats outside our backroom and they kept making out. like get a room please. it was quite a 'thanks-i-didnt-need-to-see-that' situation. we kept walking in and out also to do our stuff but they obviously didnt care. disgusting. anw, closing was quite alright. we ended earlier than the previous night somehow. yeah. been having headaches for the past 2 days :S sian. and weird sleeping hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-5604290374006913655?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/5604290374006913655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=5604290374006913655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5604290374006913655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5604290374006913655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/11/whee-i-did-my-first-closing-shift.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-8994379819837976579</id><published>2008-11-10T09:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:49:13.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally got a new piece to read for cello. been a bit bored with what i have lately. haha. not cos i can play it well or whatsoever but it becomes more familiar i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday i had work from 8-4. store sales seem to be good these days. alot of customers, or you can tell by the amount of trash. i had to go 2 rounds for trash run. haha. then had some guitar lesson with shaun before tf. keep getting back late and waking up darn early :S thank God im not working on mon tues and wed. can rest more before the crazy 4 days. i came to a realisation that my weekends are not for rest. how ironic. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was supposed to work from 3-10. i ended at 1130. store was damn busy at night la. scary. yasser was on break and gelen was about to go break. then suddenly the whole group of church goers come and settle outside, sending reps to order &lt;strong&gt;23 frap drinks!&lt;/strong&gt; so we had to call both of them back to help out. then the group so zz. 'can you double blend so that it wont be so watery?' -.- and one person paid for ALL their drinks! like 160bucks! damn rich sia. behind them a long queue was forming. so imagine at the bar got like 10 drinks in line, and the mad frap area (gelen even created a whipped cream station). and apparently this church group comes every sunday. but i've been working on sunday and this is the first time i've seen them order so many. suharti says it was always like that. then we were talking about how like everyone is trying to save money cos of the bad economy but they come spend so much and dont even finish their drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup so crazy queues = crazy bussing. then i had to do wet prep. and buss somemore. so i ended at 1130. disgusting. ahha. my void was super high also. sian. then we had sandwich party while they were closing with brother. got a lift back from suharti and rishi. slept at 230 (!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, God healed my headache (: i got it like slightly after suharti came in. and it wouldnt go away. i tried drinking hot milk (didnt dare to touch caffeine in case it got worse) and taking panadol after dinner but still :S before the crowd came, i prayed that He would take it away cos it was annoying. and after a while, it disappeared (: yay. could work better too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to pacey's return! (: yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-8994379819837976579?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/8994379819837976579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=8994379819837976579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8994379819837976579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8994379819837976579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-finally-got-new-piece-to-read-for.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-5846653191123466640</id><published>2008-11-05T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:37:30.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank God for peace after fri night (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally went for cg on sat at ziyan's humongomous pretty house. haha. sunday was family day in church. played captain's ball. it was a sooper dooper hot day :S got burnt in a gross t shirt tan and am peeling at my nose now. had yami yoghurt with shaun after that. felt good (: heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good thing i decided not to play for pnp. i was so pooped after that. and my whole body clock is gone once again. did bar on monday (: yay! haha. took a while to adjust to the christmas drinks. keep forgetting the java chips in dark cherry mocha frap. had to reblend a few drinks :S went for mien prayer with rachel and got back like near 12, slept only ard 1. woke up at 7 this morning. sian. and im still awake now. hooray. the SB christmas CD is getting to my head but very nice to sing along to when working. haha. and the christmas tumblers!!! they are so cute. but the ones i like are always so tiny. can't hold much :S the mugs are pretty nice too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried christmas blend yesterday with joann. it's strong :S to me at least. i dont really like it. but it's very earthy. very very. must be the aged coffees in it. the smell is a bit woody, spicy. quite a nice aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pacey, you finally got my package! (: haha. i think the 'friends' thingy is super cute. totally describes us. haha. and the bible tabs? i went for dental on the day that i bought the food and i passed by that christian bookshop so decided to check and surprise! they had it in stock. like quite a lot somemore. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for creation (: i've been marvelling at orion's belt on fri, sat, mon and today. many many stars have appeared in the night sky the past few days or so. it's just amazing how God can know where every star is, tell the difference between each one (when all look so alike), and even have names for them. my God is cool (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-5846653191123466640?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/5846653191123466640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=5846653191123466640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5846653191123466640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5846653191123466640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-god-for-peace-after-fri-night.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-612168362921092468</id><published>2008-11-01T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:44:09.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PSALM 139&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hem me in—behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you would slay the wicked, O God! Away from me, you bloodthirsty men! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They speak of you with evil intent; your adversaries misuse your name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD, and abhor those who rise up against you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing but hatred for them; I count them my enemies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for creating tears Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-612168362921092468?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/612168362921092468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=612168362921092468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/612168362921092468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/612168362921092468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/11/psalm-139-o-lord-you-have-searched-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-8580000366481929190</id><published>2008-10-29T23:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:43:48.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophical'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ended up sleeping at 1am this morning cos i was talking to my pacey (: but then i woke up at 6.30am and couldnt get back to sleep :S so so so, i ended up eating breakfast, watching relic hunter, practicing cello, watch more tv, had lunch and went back to bed before work. yeah. i was pretty zonked out during my nap but after that was more energised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after someone of a lower mental capability tried to apply for fulltime at our store today, i feel really sad for them, though at that point of time the guy was really cute (his actions i mean). cos they're like the in between group, you know what i mean? and they try really hard to fit into society, to find a job which can help build up their self esteem as a person and it's so difficult especially with the rapid globalisation such that service standards are getting very high and expectations must be met. i can only pray that God will lead him to a job that is fulfilling and at the same time will be an outlet for him to use whatever skills he's been blessed with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i see a trend in smokers who sit at our store. cos we have limited smoking tables for smokers, they often end up sharing the tables, and quite a number of them have really outgoing personalities and can click with others easily. but you will seldom see that happen with non-smokers. like even if non smokers share a table (strangers of course), it will not come to the point where they'll start talking to each other casually. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH. haha. this happened on sun evening. i was doing pos. and was heating up a cookie for this customer la. i took it out of the oven and was going to put it on the plate and i dropped it on the floor -horrors!. and i made a really loud and unglam exclamation. i was so embarassed! then shida was doing bar drinks and she said the customer's reaction was like want to laugh but controlling himself. omg. she herself was wondering whether to laugh or to ignore me! and behind him were 2 more customers, and behind them sitting and talking was yolande (this high ranking lady from SB HQ) and her friend (dunno if SB one la). my tian. so i told him i'll get a new one and send it over. and the guy's kids were like giggling when i sent the cookie to them. i think they were laughing at me :S well they might not have been but still! it was embarassing. i couldnt help but laugh really hard at myself after that. haha. and shida kept trying to imitate my exclamation. that girl ah. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-8580000366481929190?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/8580000366481929190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=8580000366481929190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8580000366481929190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8580000366481929190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-ended-up-sleeping-at-1am-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-6948040236938270614</id><published>2008-10-28T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:04:27.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it took me till just now to realise that tf is not this week. what am i thinking? :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body clock is screwed up. yesterday i came back from work at napped for like 2 hours plus. then i used com before dinner to prevent myself from climbing back into bed to sleep (cos i wanted to eat dinner) haha. then i slept at 10 i think. woke up at 7 today, had breakfast. slept again at 10 till 1230. had lunch and went to work. such a pig. but im still tired! zz. tmr mid shift again. I MUST PRACTICE CELLO TMR. feeling kinda irritable but okay-ish. that doesnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this job really challenges people, myself included. cos you have to learn to love people. love partners, love customers especially. even when they are unlovely/hard to love, even when you are not in a good mood, even when you are tired. let God's love be shown to them in my actions each day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-6948040236938270614?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/6948040236938270614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=6948040236938270614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6948040236938270614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6948040236938270614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-took-me-till-just-now-to-realise.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-403113963687936955</id><published>2008-10-27T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:56:20.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work days this week:&lt;br /&gt;mon 8-3 (which is alr over)&lt;br /&gt;tues 3-10&lt;br /&gt;wed 3-10&lt;br /&gt;fri 4-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot got tf this week and i went to ask for shift on that day :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling dang tired :S like some zombie. i hope i dont fall sick. store was quite busy today. like more than a sunday i feel... many many students. quite a few nonsense accidents. haha. i forgot to do grinds before i left last night (my bad) so when i came this morning, i had my breakfast and quickly did before the crowd came. sleepy. my lower back is like some stiff sponge. i am tired. time is passing fast! in 20+ days time, i will see my pacey again!! hooray (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you pacey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-403113963687936955?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/403113963687936955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=403113963687936955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/403113963687936955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/403113963687936955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-days-this-week-mon-8-3-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-2551303574512549796</id><published>2008-10-24T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:54:03.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>highs and lows</title><content type='html'>today was a hairpee day :DDD yet sad at the same time. but i think more happy than sad. i think. PACEY. i realised that i was very happy during cello lesson. HAHA. i could feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GE run this sun. i hope my timing doesnt turn out too bad. and that i can get enough rest after the run before work. and enough for monday morning too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like cutting my hair really really short. like posh spice's pixie cut. it looks pretty cute. haha. but i dunno if i can carry it off. and if i dare to cut my hair so short cos the growing pains are quite a turnoff for my hair texture :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-2551303574512549796?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/2551303574512549796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=2551303574512549796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2551303574512549796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2551303574512549796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/10/highs-and-lows.html' title='highs and lows'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-4269390673341583697</id><published>2008-10-23T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:56:29.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so sad, tmr is one of my partner's last day. and i only found out today that tmr is his last day. so weird cos i thought i'd be the first person to leave SB, like i didnt imagine anyone to be leaving before me (cos in my mind they are mostly students working part time and full timers). yeah. what a weird feeling. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;store volume was much more normal today, thankfully. in the morning a bit the quiet and empty but towards lunch time it went up up up (: so we as bored as we expected. sold alot of sandwiches today, only left like a ham and cheese and an italiano bagel when i left store. amazing. haha. had a late break which brought me from very hungry to not hungry but still eat. i tried the curry puff for once (cos usually im turned off by the oil but then today was super not oily. haha) it's quite nice. but i think i prefer old chang kee cos i like the outside to be crispy and thick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made a booboo. so blind can. i was supposed to make a frap drink. i finished one pitcher of the frap coffee and needed somemore. and for some reason i thought that there was no more pitchers of frap in the fridge outside. so i went in to bring out the container of frap mix only to face suharti opening the fridge and pull out another pitcher of the mix -.- i was so embarassed. haha. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-4269390673341583697?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/4269390673341583697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=4269390673341583697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4269390673341583697'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smth very disturbing and gross happened at work today. but i shant blog about it lest it gets discovered and i start some sb scandal.. haha you can ask me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smth funny tho was when suharti asked hanim for a bussing cloth, "hanim can you pass me a bussing cloth so i can wipe her table (refering to customer)?" and hanim heard "hanim can you pass me a bussing cloth so i can wipe her bagel?" LOL it was hilarious cos hanim was so shocked and surprised she replied "wipe her bagel?!" uber loudly. hahaha i couldnt stop laughing after that. today the store was quite empty for a weekend. probably cos of the rainy weather and all. yeah. got kinda boring but time passed really fast. many wrong drinks. ahha. cos got customers who say 'cold one, cold one' and we all think iced drinks, not blended drinks. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shawn is getting really annoying. zz. i cant wait for O's to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-1620374534638960124?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/1620374534638960124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=1620374534638960124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1620374534638960124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1620374534638960124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-days-this-coming-week-tues-3-10.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-4245500114369092545</id><published>2008-10-18T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:45:41.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am not being abused at work.. it's just me and my injury proneness.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i am here to blog about some stuff i forgot to yesterday cos i was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, i just ate an orange with 32 seeds :O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to the square (hahah ms zhao always says that, i find it very amusing). it's such a joyful/peaceful/relieving experience to worship God amongst people whose hearts are also crying out to Him in praise and thanksgiving. like on monday and wed when the whole p&amp;p team was singing praise to our Lord, there was so much gusto and passion in the air. and it serves as a reminder of how GREAT this God we are serving is and how much praise He truly deserves with every bit of our heart soul mind and strength. and the music/worship that evolved (from just voices and a guitar mind you) was so beautiful (: yay, to God be the glory! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got really annoyed at the people on 854 yesterday on the way home from dental. cos there was this couple standing to the right of the exit, refusing to move in when people at the entrance were standing on the steps. and they saw the big space beside them and stood their ground with their arms around each other. zz. i just 'excuse me excuse me' and moved in. and NO ONE ELSE followed. ie the people were still stuck at the door. so terrible. then there was this middle aged guy carrying his toddler (&lt;2 years)and no one gave up a seat for him till 2/3 bus stops later. and what's more the bus driver was speeding so it was difficult to keep balance cos he was swerving everywhere. we really deserve the label of 'ugly singaporeans' man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, it really irks me when people ask you smth, and then you tell them, and not long after they ask you again, as though you never told them before &amp; it happens consistently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-4245500114369092545?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/4245500114369092545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=4245500114369092545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4245500114369092545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4245500114369092545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-not-being-abused-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-6210556461007981448</id><published>2008-10-17T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:28:53.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth'/><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>my tian, it's been such a long, tiring, draining week :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like since last friday, i've had 4 long days, 1 rest day and another 3 long days with 1.5 more long days to go :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for attachment at paragon on wed. did my first opening there (: it was a crazy but good exposure. it is such a high volume store that customers keep coming in and you never have any time to do bussing/top up wet prep/etc etc. perpetually on your feet doing pos/bar/frappe/bussing(rare chance) and when you buss, you can go two rounds just to clear all the tables. thank God i dont work in that store. hahah. had P&amp;P for the building that night. was playing cello. i got pretty bored halfway cos i was so tired (was up since 5.45am) and i escaped to the office, intending to take a nap but even before i could fall asleep, shukun came to call me for closing song alr. hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs and today was back at the store. 3rd opener so did R2. yay. haha i like cos can slide to bar and frappe :D thurs, store was like a ghost town. super empty/quiet compared to usual business. alot of cakes were left in the pastry case. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i found out oscar and yihan have an older sister! and also that oscar is younger than yihan. hahah i always thought yihan was younger. had lunch with suyin at the foodcourt cos she was at the store for almost the whole day. actually you can say for my entire shift. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH. dr heng (my orthodontist) was at my store today. and i didnt even realise. hahaha. cos when i went for dental he asked if i was working at SB US, then i said yes (i was thinking how he know). then he said, "oh no wonder! i was there today and i was wondering if you recognised me." HAHA. then he said he ordered latte and banana walnut loaf. and i recalled seeing him earlier in the day, wondering why he looked so familiar (not cos he's a regular or anything) but i couldnt put two and two tgt. and i asked him about my wisdom teeth. i have to extract :S all 4/6 :(((( i dont like. the thought of it is scary...eeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands are in terrible condition now. ahha. my fingertips are peeling/rough from touching hot stuff (esp in paragon store on wed where the dishwasher is SUPER DUPER HOT). my cuticles are pulling away from my nails and some are cut/bruised. my right wrist is clicking away when i rotate my wrist and it was throbbing for a while just now :S sinseh soon. i thought i'd have no cello lesson in the coming week (a chance to go sinseh) but then now got so i shall find some way... i just dont want to bao it up cos it's very inconvenient and the herby thingy gets to you after a while. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAAAACCCCCCEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;come home now please? im sure you can fit in a fedex box. ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;i really miss you, and our companionship ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-6210556461007981448?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/6210556461007981448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=6210556461007981448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6210556461007981448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6210556461007981448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-8258128563630468022</id><published>2008-10-13T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:00:38.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay monday is over, i can sleep in tmr (: BLISS. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness. raya outing yesterday was nice, got company and food. but a bit too much food. and too many houses. it was madness. i was so tired and stuffed until when i went for practice i was so seh and my brain was not ticking. haha. not at all... i think most of the time i was just playing randomly. i KO-ed once i got home. and overslept this morning :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be second opener today. my alarm went off at 6.15am. i told myself 5 more minutes and whoo. it became 45 minutes! when i woke up i was like wondering why so bright. then i realised the time and i panicked! thank God i reached work on-time-ish/slightly late. yeah. somehow He always seems to give me extra rest that does not seem to foil my schedule. haha. thankful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was so zonked from raya outing. fizah was doing opening with ronni. she was like a zombie i tell you. she can cup mark halfway, or arrange pastry case halfway and nod off! and still can dream somemore, talk to herself... it was quite amusing. haha. and she cup marked a whole chain of drinks on ONE cup. lol. i got burnt by the oven. again. and all the small mistakes when my mind was still waking up. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND. the POS system died on us. like halfway thru slam period. my tian. we had to take calculator, look at the prices on the beverage board, look at prices on the pastry case then manually press and calculate. it was so tedious! everything was so messy. like stuff were EVERYWHERE. i think cos the tiredness slowed down the opening. haha. cos all half the pastry case was not filled till like 10-ish? which is extremely late. aye. the 1st 2 hours passed so so so slowly. hooray. we were so disorganised today :S fizah called me leihah. fahmy called me gelen. aiyo. hahahah. all gone alr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practice today was alright. i still feel abit lost when i play cello tho. like somehow the direction is not strong. i dunno why. yeah. i had to start the practice with prayer and worship. and i was wracking my brains for a suitable song. and like right before we started it just popped into my mind. and it was so appropriate. interesting how God impresses simple things like that on our hearts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joann thinks im very pious. just cos im involved in ministry and stuff.. when we were coming back from trash run. ahah. cos she says she'll never want to be involved (she's catholic i think). i was trying to think of how to explain to her. and all i could say was that when it becomes very personal then you'll know why. i also dunno why i said that. prob wanted to say smth else but came out wrong/weird... oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACEY!!! must take photos of your boots. ahhaha. of you IN your boots. then show me (: hahah. good fashion influence. i think. i hope. ahhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-8258128563630468022?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3447289082673705504</id><published>2008-10-11T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:51:15.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day started well. went to exercise abit and settle some stuff before i left house with ra to go ps and look see, buy things, eat lunch. everything was alright. but part of my day was kinda ruined by this annoying customer. zz. grow up la huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the later part of the day was better. time passed faster so not too bad. except for the bit where i knocked my head against the ceiling... i went to backroom to get houseblend beans. then i stood on the chair to reach the beans in the little extension and forgot bout the 'door'frame there so you can guess what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally bought magnets to make stuff so that my pencils will never get stuck/lost/in the way of my scores anymore (: i'm happy now. felt is my new toy. i like. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SO-HGmTTxRI/AAAAAAAAAjU/WIoHmpqXEeA/s1600-h/IMG_2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SO-HGmTTxRI/AAAAAAAAAjU/WIoHmpqXEeA/s200/IMG_2441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255567837595157778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3447289082673705504?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3447289082673705504/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3650072614630867440</id><published>2008-10-09T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:46:17.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling philosophical. haha. no la. just thinking of stuff. today i heard my friend's mum got diagnosed with cancer. i felt a heavy heart when i found out about it. just this whole 'i've been thru it and i know what it feels like' feeling, like with every other cancer stricken person i've heard of/met/etc. yeah. i was just wondering if it were better to hear about such things when you are young and not knowledgeable about such things, or to hear bout it when you are old and matured and get all upset about it. not that you dont get upset if you're young, but just that the feelings at that point of time and experiences before/during/after are different. i dunno. maybe both are equally bad :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had guitar lesson with shaun today. i was encouraged, somehow. thanks God (: and by what i read last night (YES I READ THE BIBLE!). i read ezekiel 47, and this verse stood out to me: "Fruit trees of all kinds will grow on both banks of the river. Their leaves will not wither, nor will their fruit fail. Every month they will bear, because the water from the sanctuary flows to them. Their fruit will serve for food and their leaves for healing." it reminded me of the importance of staying close to God and how it can lead to the outpouring of the spirit in our lives. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that it's not that i just dont like crowds, i dont like big spaces when i have to do smth, knowing that im being watched. like lesson is usually in the conference room. and shaun makes me sing when i play, which is a good thing, but i get very shy if i have to sing alone. hahah. but today we were forced into the meeting room which is alot smaller. and i felt more comfortable when i had to sing and play. somehow. hahaha. maybe it's just psychological.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaun says SB is changing me. like im becoming more outgoing. haha. but actually i dont really think so (sorry shaun :P). i think it's just how much of yourself or which side of yourself you choose to show around people i guess. i dont feel changed leh. haha. oh well, they often say people can see what you cant about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack cello lessons, im screwed D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//2326&lt;br /&gt;I JUST HAVE TO BLOG ABOUT THIS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg there was this big fat cockroach in the dining room just now, and there was my sushi on the table! it was at risk! the cockroach was on my bro's shirt on the chair. and the moment i saw it i was out of control and i kept saying 'cockroach! cockroach! kill it!' and my bro kept asking me where it was so naturally i said, 'on your shirt!' and then he started fumbling with HIS shirt (the one on him) and i was like, no it's there it's there (repeatedly pointing at the dining area behind him). AND THEN IT STARTED FLYING! omg i was exasperated beyond words! and my brother panicked like siao cos he thought it was on him! LOL i didnt know whether to laugh or to cry. it was hilarious. and i couldnt stop laughing even after i grabbed the sushi and ran to the living room. i was going to eat and watch ugly betty. then i realised that it could fly from the dining area to the living room, which it did! my tian, i ran to daddy's room with my sushi. and i made him help me throw away the container after that cos i didnt want to go near the cockroach area :S disgusting things. yuck. now we all have no idea where it is cos my dad didnt kill it cos he couldnt find it. zz. i hope it goes home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my future partner must love killing cockroaches. hahah. no la. just brave enough to kill can alr. hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3650072614630867440?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3650072614630867440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3650072614630867440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3650072614630867440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3650072614630867440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-philosophical.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-6145021937002922672</id><published>2008-10-06T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:03:27.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, i got to talk to my pacey 2 times in 24 hours yesterday. coolios (: haha but i had to sleep alr so no choice must stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to church today. totally zonked out :S today was a long day too. like time seemed to pass quite slowly. and not that many customers towards closing so boring. haha. i dropped a banana cake on the floor cos i turned too fast without gripping it tight enough with the tongs. haha. poor cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me shahidah and yasser were amused by ronni's surname. cos his name is ronnizan bin katman. then shahidah was saying how angmohs who dunno might pronounce as catman. haha. later on shahidah told ronni (i think) then ronni said last time during exam he wrote his full name on the exam paper, then his K looked like a B. and when the teacher returned, he read out, "ronnizan bin... b-batman?" HAHA. when he said that part i just came in from bussing and i kept laughing. then he was like 'eh still laugh'. haha. that was the funniest part of my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got an orh ceh today. on my arm. zz. and i think i might go see a sinseh to rub my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working on:&lt;br /&gt;tues 8-3&lt;br /&gt;fri 3-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pownasaur, did you get my message on friday night? are you feeling better? haha. you never reply so i thought you KO-ed. sunday i can leave outing when needed so let me know the time for practice okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-6145021937002922672?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/6145021937002922672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=6145021937002922672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6145021937002922672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6145021937002922672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-i-got-to-talk-to-my-pacey-2-times.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-777668936414687481</id><published>2008-10-04T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:02:35.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>happiness is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOeThA7ix7I/AAAAAAAAAi0/3EkTse5tByk/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOeThA7ix7I/AAAAAAAAAi0/3EkTse5tByk/s200/Video+call+snapshot+10.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253329685745682354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOeThr050EI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3-3L_Q2aeEA/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOeThr050EI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3-3L_Q2aeEA/s200/Video+call+snapshot+8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253329697260556354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOeTh-IObSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/VJ63xkxhh0o/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOeTh-IObSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/VJ63xkxhh0o/s200/Video+call+snapshot+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253329702173437218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOeTiFdb5GI/AAAAAAAAAjM/PwVl0Q4A_uo/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOeTiFdb5GI/AAAAAAAAAjM/PwVl0Q4A_uo/s200/Video+call+snapshot+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253329704141448290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be able to talk to my pacey on skype this morning! it was totally unplanned but oh, we had endless laughter. haha.. i bet most people are convinced we are lesbian or smth... haha. oh well, think what you want but WE ARE NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay now im going to buy many relatively cheap food items to send to her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianness in leading is quite apparent now, to me i think it is la. time to move on... i'm kinda stuck in a spiritual life rut now. still. argh. i need to move away from the hypocrisy. serving in such a situation is potentially dangerous. could be beneficial but nonetheless i dont want to keep risking it either. please pray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-777668936414687481?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/777668936414687481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=777668936414687481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/777668936414687481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/777668936414687481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/10/happinees-is.html' title='happiness is'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOeThA7ix7I/AAAAAAAAAi0/3EkTse5tByk/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3690692610639474578</id><published>2008-10-02T10:24:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:13:47.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ho-ho-hokkaido'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as promised, pictures and stories from japan (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left on the morning of 25th at an unearthly hour. flew to narita airport in tokyo and transitted to new chitose airport in sapporo. di's boots died on her. one heel came off at narita and we had to resort to buying these for her feet as there weren't many shoe shops around e airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQpFVFDveI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qNbTytR1YW8/s1600-h/IMG_2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQpFVFDveI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qNbTytR1YW8/s200/IMG_2052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252368236955287010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got on the railway at new chitose and headed down to sapporo station for dinner (cos we had to change to the subway there too). we had dinner at this fastfood place. but they sell jap fastfood and not like bk or macs whatever. it's quite a cool system cos they have this vending machine for you to place your order and pay then you go in and wait and they'll serve it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQybLaxHhI/AAAAAAAAAbk/HOXnTyLkU-E/s1600-h/IMG_2058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQybLaxHhI/AAAAAAAAAbk/HOXnTyLkU-E/s200/IMG_2058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378507923758610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2 we took the railway down to otaru which is northwest of hokkaido, near the ports. that day was our first at seeing the huge seafood they have there! we walked thru a market and saw things like crab, salmon roe, preserved fish, squid, big fish, shellfish, seaweed, etc on sale. which we come to realise were common food products for them and as such made a large part of their diet besides rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQybYJThyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/pLnDL0DcNaU/s1600-h/IMG_2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQybYJThyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/pLnDL0DcNaU/s200/IMG_2064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378511340177186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch from a supermarket. it's inside this huge departmental store called nagasakiya and di bought sneakers to replace those green things. at first we were wondering why the departmental store was so empty, until we stepped into the supermarket at the basement where there were throngs of oldies shopping! my gosh it was so crowded. no wonder they keep talking about ageing population in japan. you never know how scary it is till you see it for yourself. they are intimidating...&lt;br /&gt;check out this humongomous onigiri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQyb4Wph8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/bCl73Dml8f0/s1600-h/IMG_2066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQyb4Wph8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/bCl73Dml8f0/s200/IMG_2066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378519986079682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the day walking around otaru, bought some snacks from there. saw alot of marimo for sale. hahah some of them are as big as my fist! scary. otaru is famous for their glassware. alot of glass items for sale. i bought these mini glass thingys with a glass bubble attached to them. you can put them in water and they'll float, with the thingys hanging down in to the water. very cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORUQQijKqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/HKmKrbyFd5w/s1600-h/IMG_2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORUQQijKqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/HKmKrbyFd5w/s200/IMG_2355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252415703715359394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at a closed railway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQyb4o6BOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/yAyvfFsZZn8/s1600-h/IMG_2072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQyb4o6BOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/yAyvfFsZZn8/s200/IMG_2072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378520062657762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad posing with a pole:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQycJr9Z0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/2xiovDLCQzo/s1600-h/IMG_2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQycJr9Z0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/2xiovDLCQzo/s200/IMG_2078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378524638865218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we split at sapporo station cos di wanted to get some beauty products from pole town (a shopping mall) so me and daddy went to daimaru to look see. the whole basement was crowded with people who just got off work buying dinner and snacks. we bought cakes (sweet treats) to try. the jap people are really creative and good at desserts, i must say. it looks pretty and tastes good (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ2xGzUt_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/96Mg4cio7gM/s1600-h/IMG_2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ2xGzUt_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/96Mg4cio7gM/s200/IMG_2107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252383282688210930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the top floor of daimaru they were having a wine fair. we got to sample this ex wine. it's a type of wine called ice wine, really sweet and quite alcoholic i think. from the small sample cup, the lady split it into 3 portions. haha so you can imagine how ex it is. and with one sip, you can feel your whole body become warm. it was really nice (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at ramen alley right behind our hotel. it's a small alley filled with many ramen shops all competing for business. it was really nice. though it's not high class or anything, it beats whatever "authentic" jap food you can get in spore.&lt;br /&gt;the ramen uncle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ2xA5EfNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/0q_2XSdFN9Y/s1600-h/IMG_2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ2xA5EfNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/0q_2XSdFN9Y/s200/IMG_2101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252383281101700306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3 was spent at hakodate, the southern tip of hokkaido, famous for fresh seafood. we visited the morning market and walked past this shop in the centre of the market. they had a huge tank of swimming squid. and they allow customers to fish for a squid with rod and hook and then they'll slice it up for you as sashimi. hahaha. we saw this kid catching one and the squid got caught at the head and as he lifted it out of the water it was making weird squirting noises as its legs were flailing madly in the air. it was amusing but then if i had to do it, i wont eat the squid. cant bear to eat smth that i've seen alive and squirming a while ago :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at this shop near the market. we had donburi with salmon roe, crab, sashimi. the salmon roe was really fun to eat. cos it's much bigger than prawn roe, you can literally pop them in your mouth and you feel the contents ooze out in your mouth. haha. you can just have a meal with rice &amp; salmon roe cos the roe is salty so it still makes a tasty meal (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ2xSgF_VI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Hr3xQ4D7Iwg/s1600-h/IMG_2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ2xSgF_VI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Hr3xQ4D7Iwg/s200/IMG_2125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252383285828779346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ2xv2n6QI/AAAAAAAAAck/dg9LArER7Ys/s1600-h/IMG_2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ2xv2n6QI/AAAAAAAAAck/dg9LArER7Ys/s200/IMG_2123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252383293707905282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went walking around but realised not much to see after the market also. haha. we saw a carshow. for really ancient models. it was quite cool but cos these cars were in use, the owners didnt really keep the insides neat and clean so it kinda spoiled the image of the car. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ2xouo7tI/AAAAAAAAAcs/asQG1oSkJO4/s1600-h/IMG_2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ2xouo7tI/AAAAAAAAAcs/asQG1oSkJO4/s200/IMG_2131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252383291795369682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner at this beef grill place. man, the meat was SO GOOD! it was nice and tender, not too fatty. we had 2 portions of a cut near the stomach lining and one of the flank (i think it's the flank la. ahha) it was really tasty and sweet. not chewy or tough like beef can be sometimes. it was heaven! haha. forgot to bring the cam then tho, so no photos on that one. but i'll never forget it. it was the best beef meal i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 4th day, we went to biei and furano which are in central hokkaido. lots of farms and flowers. our first stop was at biei were we chanced upon a small local produce market beside a park. they have huge carrots. short and fat. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ6Kr98eUI/AAAAAAAAAc0/z2XrcnCMk7Y/s1600-h/IMG_2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ6Kr98eUI/AAAAAAAAAc0/z2XrcnCMk7Y/s200/IMG_2152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252387020696484162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ6K7qpnxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/e_OvB-FilWA/s1600-h/IMG_2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ6K7qpnxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/e_OvB-FilWA/s200/IMG_2158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252387024910524178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ6Kk_OpGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/E9etjP5nj0s/s1600-h/IMG_2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ6Kk_OpGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/E9etjP5nj0s/s200/IMG_2155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252387018822820962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we bought some corn (cos it's known to be nice) and cherry tomatoes which we enjoyed on the train ride to nakafurano. it was firm and juicy. i accidentally squirted juice on my jacket. haha. the train we took was really cool. like some kind of old european train. wooden interior and all. but it's a tad slower. like a chug chug train. ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ6LAPeLBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ffoMnYq_mOE/s1600-h/IMG_2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ6LAPeLBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ffoMnYq_mOE/s200/IMG_2162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252387026138704914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ6LM8DZ9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/U9YcwsJKiTo/s1600-h/IMG_2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQ6LM8DZ9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/U9YcwsJKiTo/s200/IMG_2166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252387029546919890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at nakafurano we went to the lavander fields at farm tomita but we kinda missed the blooming period. they had other nice flowers in bloom tho. we tried lavander ice cream and pudding. yum yum (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORA8R5DRMI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dAbXn97l3_I/s1600-h/IMG_2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORA8R5DRMI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dAbXn97l3_I/s200/IMG_2188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252394469759861954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORA7nug3JI/AAAAAAAAAdc/V5QQnHf1hOc/s1600-h/IMG_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORA7nug3JI/AAAAAAAAAdc/V5QQnHf1hOc/s200/IMG_2172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252394458441374866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORA7socZFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ha_qN6gh72g/s1600-h/IMG_2175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORA7socZFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ha_qN6gh72g/s200/IMG_2175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252394459758093394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORA76o5oUI/AAAAAAAAAds/S6ljJV2BZ04/s1600-h/IMG_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORA76o5oUI/AAAAAAAAAds/S6ljJV2BZ04/s200/IMG_2180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252394463518105922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORA8LF9wmI/AAAAAAAAAd0/P00UXtRXalU/s1600-h/IMG_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORA8LF9wmI/AAAAAAAAAd0/P00UXtRXalU/s200/IMG_2184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252394467934978658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunched at a small cafe while waiting for our train to come. di said that the trains are ALWAYS on time (they come at fixed timings) and if people were to ever say they were late cos of train delay, their bosses wont believe them and they have to produce a train ticket thing to prove that the train was delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a long walk from the lavander fields station to nakafurano station. my goodness it was so secluded we thought the station was closed. when we walked in there was no one there. till we turned around and saw the station master sitting quietly in one corner. ahha. spent the rest of the afternoon at the cheese factory/ice milk factory. the dairy products there are really good. like what you can get from the european countries in terms of standard. and they like lowfat milk. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORCkgQxKNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/UGH-x-C-MbQ/s1600-h/IMG_2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORCkgQxKNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/UGH-x-C-MbQ/s200/IMG_2191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252396260323829970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORClfD4U6I/AAAAAAAAAeM/DFkQ4ivUgnY/s1600-h/IMG_2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORClfD4U6I/AAAAAAAAAeM/DFkQ4ivUgnY/s200/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252396277181207458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORClgQ8WII/AAAAAAAAAeU/mzlSKfjkX48/s1600-h/IMG_2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORClgQ8WII/AAAAAAAAAeU/mzlSKfjkX48/s200/IMG_2205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252396277504432258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some cute wooden orchestra that was on display in the factory. i dunno why such a thing of no relevance was there but it was really cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORClwSV7bI/AAAAAAAAAec/ArFw77EWZC8/s1600-h/IMG_2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORClwSV7bI/AAAAAAAAAec/ArFw77EWZC8/s200/IMG_2213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252396281805270450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORCl6dzC0I/AAAAAAAAAek/o32VdlS0rCc/s1600-h/IMG_2214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORCl6dzC0I/AAAAAAAAAek/o32VdlS0rCc/s200/IMG_2214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252396284537670466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the train ride back it was damn cold. i couldnt feel my feet and toesies :S and to cure that, we had starbucks at sapporo station! (: i felt at home... haha. cos the tables and chairs were the same. similar products too. and they have SHORT drinks for all their drinks! cna you imagine. like blending a short frappucino. so tiny. hahaha. i had caramel macchiato. i was tempted to make my own drink at the la mar. but of course that would have been impossible. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORGcPBbO8I/AAAAAAAAAes/S8PP-meR4ls/s1600-h/IMG_2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORGcPBbO8I/AAAAAAAAAes/S8PP-meR4ls/s200/IMG_2224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252400516303633346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORGcjdMYlI/AAAAAAAAAe0/UJtMUtNuJLE/s1600-h/IMG_2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORGcjdMYlI/AAAAAAAAAe0/UJtMUtNuJLE/s200/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252400521788809810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our last day we went around sapporo. first stop was shopping. haha. it just happened on our way to nijyo fish market. haha. daiso was the ultimate! it had 5 floors of many many stuff. much bigger selection than what we get in spore. and cos they have a culture of bringing food from home, they have cute lunchboxes with deco items, cutlery with cases, etc. kawaii desu ne. haha. we had to go back to hotel to put our stuff down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the clock tower:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORGdLcG3LI/AAAAAAAAAe8/KsqMqumThWQ/s1600-h/IMG_2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORGdLcG3LI/AAAAAAAAAe8/KsqMqumThWQ/s200/IMG_2238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252400532521671858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then from there we walked down to odori park (one stop away from from susukino where our hotel was) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORGdm3zGAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/X93aG-pyrFM/s1600-h/IMG_2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORGdm3zGAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/X93aG-pyrFM/s200/IMG_2248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252400539885574146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORGeOf02tI/AAAAAAAAAfM/XXEaNZcvofs/s1600-h/IMG_2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORGeOf02tI/AAAAAAAAAfM/XXEaNZcvofs/s200/IMG_2253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252400550522444498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we managed to catch the autumn festival that was ongoing and had our brunch there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORJzMMshCI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ojxwqjpG_Lw/s1600-h/IMG_2259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORJzMMshCI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ojxwqjpG_Lw/s200/IMG_2259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252404209217471522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORJza6OjHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/-p8xMsHRqW0/s1600-h/IMG_2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORJza6OjHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/-p8xMsHRqW0/s200/IMG_2257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252404213166541938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORJzg-xOxI/AAAAAAAAAfk/b5QqiISZ7_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORJzg-xOxI/AAAAAAAAAfk/b5QqiISZ7_Y/s200/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252404214796204818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORJztyjOxI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hur51dOAdZc/s1600-h/IMG_2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORJztyjOxI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hur51dOAdZc/s200/IMG_2268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252404218234616594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch we took the sub down to chuo central wholesale market. we got to try a slice of melon there. their melons are really pricey. got different grades like durian like that. i saw one pair of small melons at daimaru priced at 16000yen. which is like 160USD so you can imagine the price. but trying one slice is enough to let one savour the sweetness and juicyness of the fruit. shiok (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were some shops we walked past where we saw sacs and sacs of salmon roe. and they separate them by gently rubbing the chunk across a wire mesh and the roe would fall to a container below. went into one of the bigger shops which had alot of seafood on sale. check out this squid leg, it's damn big! i could clobber someone with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORJz-KGnBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VEFwJk9VyRo/s1600-h/IMG_2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORJz-KGnBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VEFwJk9VyRo/s200/IMG_2272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252404222628371474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORLwP69aaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/hZxbd4uzTFw/s1600-h/IMG_2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORLwP69aaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/hZxbd4uzTFw/s200/IMG_2273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252406357700471202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our last stop for the day was at sapporo beer garden and museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORLwVypvxI/AAAAAAAAAgE/OVPEt8ESP0w/s1600-h/IMG_2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORLwVypvxI/AAAAAAAAAgE/OVPEt8ESP0w/s200/IMG_2276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252406359276240658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had some displays to show how beer is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORLwrchGHI/AAAAAAAAAgM/u5wBk3oatHs/s1600-h/IMG_2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORLwrchGHI/AAAAAAAAAgM/u5wBk3oatHs/s200/IMG_2285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252406365088979058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORLwoG1qAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/2svbqmHTdyo/s1600-h/IMG_2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORLwoG1qAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/2svbqmHTdyo/s200/IMG_2286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252406364192745474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORLwyyBBJI/AAAAAAAAAgc/EFNCf5QGdqY/s1600-h/IMG_2290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORLwyyBBJI/AAAAAAAAAgc/EFNCf5QGdqY/s200/IMG_2290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252406367058199698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our last dinner was at a jap restaurant. their sashimi was not too bad (i only eat yellowtail) and we tried their grilled crab. that was really disappointing cos although it was so big, the meat was difficult to remove and it was quite hard. but it was a good meal. the soba was the ultimate. you just cant get enough of it! i had to restrain myself from eating too much of it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORPJto8lAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/jcNd0mnmbdo/s1600-h/IMG_2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORPJto8lAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/jcNd0mnmbdo/s200/IMG_2314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252410093709595650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORPJyy8mWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/aPR9DkpvIeU/s1600-h/IMG_2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORPJyy8mWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/aPR9DkpvIeU/s200/IMG_2318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252410095093717346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORPJ0z0s-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/BJqgekIVEJk/s1600-h/IMG_2326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORPJ0z0s-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/BJqgekIVEJk/s200/IMG_2326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252410095634265058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORPKIAteNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/HmaOVlt7IZI/s1600-h/IMG_2329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORPKIAteNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/HmaOVlt7IZI/s200/IMG_2329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252410100788590802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORPKDRm0kI/AAAAAAAAAhE/c3AeS6Nioew/s1600-h/IMG_2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORPKDRm0kI/AAAAAAAAAhE/c3AeS6Nioew/s200/IMG_2334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252410099517280834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORP-lXpgAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_qgl6WYE0I0/s1600-h/IMG_2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORP-lXpgAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_qgl6WYE0I0/s200/IMG_2337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252411002022625282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORP-2TpKwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/sxn9bMbbMj8/s1600-h/IMG_2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORP-2TpKwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/sxn9bMbbMj8/s200/IMG_2332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252411006569229058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night was some major packing session, trying to squeeze everything into our bags. we came with 2 bags and went home with 3 check-ins and 4 additional carry-ons so you can go imagine. haha. that's daddy surrounded by bags on the train to the airport. he looks kinda constipated but we had no choice, he had to half squat if not he wouldnt fit into the picture. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORP_C_HHHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0vFm5SskJb4/s1600-h/IMG_2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORP_C_HHHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0vFm5SskJb4/s200/IMG_2338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252411009972771954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we checked in pretty early so we had time to put our carryons into a locker and go to minami chitose to shop/look see. they had this big outdoor mall. a cross between a shop-town and a factory outlet place. yeah. many many shops. had lunch there too, in this scandinavian-ish styled building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORP_X2Wi5I/AAAAAAAAAhk/5Fi-p8I1xfg/s1600-h/IMG_2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORP_X2Wi5I/AAAAAAAAAhk/5Fi-p8I1xfg/s200/IMG_2343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252411015573179282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORP_QjvN6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/qH_4eI0CQEw/s1600-h/IMG_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORP_QjvN6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/qH_4eI0CQEw/s200/IMG_2345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252411013616056226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back to the airport after that, where we took a plane to narita. they have this cute thing of ferrying passengers on a bus from the boarding area to the plane. on our way to sapporo when we were coming in, the bus was super packed. the plane was around an airbus size. then coming back we were sitting in the bus wondering why it was so empty. other passengers had the same thought in mind cos the bus driver was waiting for the cue to drive off. then no one else boarded the bus so we were thinking maybe later got another bus or smth. then as he drove, we were approaching this really tiny plane. i wanted to tell di 'eh look, someone's private jet'. and then the bus stopped in front of it. everyone was so shocked that our plane was so small; someone let out a stifled giggle. hahaha! it was really very small! we were seated at the front of the plane and that's the pic to the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORSSo9bHZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/qNz3fgn8g10/s1600-h/IMG_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORSSo9bHZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/qNz3fgn8g10/s200/IMG_2346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252413545607011730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at narita airport, we had some time to burn as well while waiting for transit so we went shopping yet again. bought much more snacks this time. and also winter wear from uniqlo. buying for aussie :S twas a weird feeling. haha. i saw domokun (: and totoro and friends. okay i dunno why the photo is like sideways but nvm you can still see domokun. i want the really big huggable one. it was so cute! but then very ex also. haha. like 8000yen so i settled for a small one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORUPwXUxpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WU4s8XUkPwI/s1600-h/IMG_2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SORUPwXUxpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WU4s8XUkPwI/s200/IMG_2347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252415695078344338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight back was not too smooth. delayed take off and alot of turbulence. the weather in tokyo was really wet and cloudy. like can see a line forming for the planes to take off. and like not even 100m off the ground, the fog sets in and you cant see anything outside the window. landed in spore earlier than expected.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other stuff on my trip included di going crazy at the sight of hello kitty products. she bought super alot of hello kitty merchandise. even my dad was appalled. ahha. i realised jap people like clamshell phones and hp accessories. and they take pride in the things they do, which is really admirable. the service standard is really good there too. didnt include all the details of the trip but most of them are up there alr. all in all, it was a good relaxing trip. although not many things for sightseeing, the food and shopping made up for that. nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i think i killed my wrist again yesterday while moving the frap mix into the fridge :S sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3690692610639474578?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3690692610639474578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3690692610639474578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3690692610639474578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3690692610639474578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-promised-pictures-and-stories-from.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SOQpFVFDveI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qNbTytR1YW8/s72-c/IMG_2052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-1821542909498216350</id><published>2008-10-02T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:04:40.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>back HOME (:</title><content type='html'>came back at like 2am yesterday morning, slept at 4am, woke up at 9.30am, ate breakfast, went back to sleep at 11 and overslept till 2.15pm. my alarm was too soft i think and i was prob too sleepy so didnt hear. thank God public holiday my daddy can send me to work, if not sure must take cab alr. hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked till 11pm. public holiday so many students. it was super crowded in the afternoon too. but by evening kinda died down alr. had many leftover/markout food cos no working people today so alot of breakfast foods stuck in the pastry case never move at all. made a new SB friend again. got to make drinks with mastrena.. the shots like abit not accurate sometimes tho it's supposed to be really good with auto calibaration and stuff. then the shots apparently better but got customers feedback that it's not as nice as la mar. like the colour of the shot is slighty lighter than la mar. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bar is more spacious now. i like (: if not whole day excuse me excuse me, sorry sorry. haha. and the well is finally working! no more disgusting cloudy water well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think my mind is ticking away. must be the caramel macchiato i had. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i will blog about my trip soon. i hope i can scrap about it... must not procrastinate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-1821542909498216350?l=bobobird.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-4386293660909602703.post-4445627000249864070</id><published>2008-09-23T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:31:38.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg (: i'm so thankful and happy that i FINALLY GOT TO TALK TO GLORY THIS MORNING! *beams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was on FB. we couldnt stop talking... ahha. there was no silence in our convo box at all... too bad she had to go to bed alr, if not we would have gone on forever. haha. aye, it made my day (((((: like after 2plus weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work with a tummyache today and came back with that same ache. sian. i hope it goes away by tmr morning. i want to enjoy my japan trip, please... i heard eunice olsen came by our store early this afternoon. haha. and i saw suyin sitting there with her mac when i went to look around (at the reno) haha. the la marzocco is also being replaced by mastrena, right at this moment. so sad, no more la mar to play with. espresso shots become simpler to pull now that it's semi automated. it's nice i guess but you miss out on the fun of having to pull the shot yourself. of course it's handy tho when there's a slam. hahah. bye la mar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad says i need to sleep more... haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-4445627000249864070?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/4445627000249864070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-4386293660909602703.post-3774597503680863524</id><published>2008-09-22T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:49:15.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm retreat was alright. it wasn't like 'wham' or anything but i did learn a lil.. yeah. i dunno why i was so tired on the 3rd day. we had this solitude reflection time... during which i fell asleep after most of my reflection was done. haha. oh well. could feel the seh-ness during work. caffeine doesnt help me much :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had training at commonwealth for the new espresso machine, the &lt;em&gt;mastrena&lt;/em&gt;. it's really nice and sleek, efficient too. but it kinda takes out the fun of pulling a shot of espresso... i prefer the la marzocco. oh well. it will be all gone when i come in next wed ): tmr is my day seeing it in store. heh. met 2 other partners who is working/going to work in SB-US too. cos i've never had same shift with them before, so only know by name. 11 of us squeezed into cheng's van just now from the support centre all the way to yck mrt. my legs almost cramped up. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for japan in 2 days! i'm still trying to get used to hearing japanese. cos i keep watching korean drama. then when i try to think of certain simple phrases in jap, they come out in my head in korean :| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working 3-9 tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3774597503680863524?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3774597503680863524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-4386293660909602703.post-7215522366105853147</id><published>2008-09-18T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:06:42.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the third day i have not stepped out of my house... things are getting somewhat mundane. i can count what i have been doing at home with my hands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;tv&lt;br /&gt;com&lt;br /&gt;cello&lt;br /&gt;books&lt;br /&gt;qt&lt;br /&gt;bathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's it. how exciting. haha. cant wait for the weekend to come. or rather for tmr (: then i'll have work, dental, retreat and work. i'm bored :S and there's smth wrong with my wrist. i want to talk to my pacey! pfft. it's been really hot for the past few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been working hard at this new piece i got last week, KOL NIDREI. it's a 20th century piece but sounds quite nice, and yesterday i was so intent on getting the second page right that i was hooked on my cello for almost 2 hours. and i had reference from youtube somemore. now the piece randomly plays in my head. my fingers turned quite black from all the shiftings on the fingerboard. but it was good practice (: somewhat of a challenge but i know that i have to go beyond the notes to the deeper emotions of the piece. aye why do i struggle so much with that? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i just finished a book i borrowed from chrystal, titled 'UGLY' by constance briscoe. it's such a hurtful story and makes one think about how fortunate we are to come from decent backgrounds when the author as a young girl went thru so much on her own, how she persevered and made it in life. i really admire her fighting spirit and her will to live on (:&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-705420043945407326</id><published>2008-09-15T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:29:06.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was the first time (i think) that my captain's ball team has lost all our games. not that we're ever there to win (okay maybe sometimes but that depends on the guys) but we've never scored so badly before so it was kinda amusing. haha. we played all the really tall teams! like our team's average ht is 1.65m like that. the teams we played against, their average ht is like 1.75m and above. like yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were quite a few injuries. like the last game we played against jon&amp;james' team. first, huiru knocked into jon and fell down, she twisted her ankle or smth (those kind heal in one day kind). then not even 1 minute back into the game, mingtuan fell flat on his back onto the ground! it was so scary cos there was this loud sound and we were afraid he injured his back/spine/head! my goodness, thank God he was alright. he was lying there groaning and smiling. HAHA. he said all the air got knocked out of him. it was funny after that. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and chrystal were the cg's representatives to send nat wee off after that. we almost died from exhaustion cos it was after captain's ball and our whole day was spent outside :S we went to eat popeye's at t3 and toured the terminal. it's pretty nice (: bought a lil smth for glory and myself. it's amusing. but it's a surprise for her so i shan't reveal it here :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work today was good and bad. the day started alright when i first came but by the time i hit my break, i was feeling darn emo/cranky/unwanted/___________ yeah. it wasnt really anyone's fault (i think) but it was a terrible feeling. good thing for the long break. had a meal (which helps my moods) and some stoning time, during which i prayed for peace and genuine joy to overflow as i worked after break. and true enough, prayer works (: i felt so thankful for that. i think it was because i was feeling tired also from yesterday and having to wake up for work today. yeah. oh well. it's over (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay going japan next week. holiday :D excited! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work days this week:&lt;br /&gt;fri 8-3&lt;br /&gt;sun 4-10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-705420043945407326?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/705420043945407326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=705420043945407326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/705420043945407326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/705420043945407326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-was-first-time-i-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-1760024101025121287</id><published>2008-09-12T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:53:23.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have learnt that morning shift is more fun to work (: cos you meet more people (not that i'm a people person but you feel occupied and happy that people are coming in and out) haha. ya. and they buy many things. so at the register (yes, once again) you get alot of money, and you have to keep topping up pastry case so it makes you happy to see things being sold off.. yup. and it's not that boring compared to night shift or even midshift. i enjoyed myself today (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise why i like this job also. even tho i may not interact as much, i do enjoy people watching. hahah. I SPY ON YOU! not in the stalker-ish way, but just watch lor. it tells a bit of their story (from what you can infer). i think it's just the way i am, observing things, observing people, observing the world around me. it's pretty captivating (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-1760024101025121287?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/1760024101025121287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=1760024101025121287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1760024101025121287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1760024101025121287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-learnt-that-morning-shift-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3824063226423934156</id><published>2008-09-11T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:34:51.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was quite an exciting day at work. somewhat. i think cos i had enough rest the day before so i was rather energetic. alamak first thing in the morning i came, nana told me i have to do coffee tasting with cheng and cindy. stress can :S erp. and i had to do sampling too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got assigned POS AGAIN! but at least R2 so can slide around not too bad. hahah. today POS was good (how bipolar-ish). i only had one void. which shouldnt even have been there. nevertheless, i felt that i had redeemed myself! muaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was on my lunch break, i sat reading my book near the door. and i saw these 2 ladies come in. i shant describe them to protect their identity, but one of them had a hole in her skirt like at the butthole there. and it was one of those lycra-ish material skirts that cling to you? so it was pretty obvious (esp when the skirt was black and whatever underneath was not!) i was contemplating if i should tell her but i felt quite embarrassed to :S and after observing them looking for a seat, i realised why she got that hole there. i presume it's cos she kept tugging at her wedgie or whatever until the hole appeared. my goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cuts on my fingers from tuesday: one of them split today so it got worse, started bleeding and i didnt realise. mirah refuesd to let my do anything until i got a plaster on it. hahah. it was quite funny cos by then it had alr stopped bleeding just that the blood dried there. and i got a new cut. yayness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i forgot these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SMk46I6idZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZZeHHLP9szY/s1600-h/IMG_2030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SMk46I6idZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZZeHHLP9szY/s320/IMG_2030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244785812526232978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SMk46q9EMgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/NSlBJrtQnKM/s1600-h/IMG_2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SMk46q9EMgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/NSlBJrtQnKM/s320/IMG_2031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244785821663638018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SMk46zSzOhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lKxtuNvCdmw/s1600-h/IMG_2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SMk46zSzOhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lKxtuNvCdmw/s320/IMG_2032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244785823902284306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SMk47bzbSqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XeC6hgnWdWo/s1600-h/IMG_2033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SMk47bzbSqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XeC6hgnWdWo/s320/IMG_2033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244785834776545954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SMk479wlvzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mGn1K1UjGhc/s1600-h/IMG_2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SMk479wlvzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mGn1K1UjGhc/s320/IMG_2034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244785843891453746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3824063226423934156?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3824063226423934156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3824063226423934156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3824063226423934156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3824063226423934156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-quite-exciting-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SMk46I6idZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZZeHHLP9szY/s72-c/IMG_2030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-7608197938526847328</id><published>2008-09-09T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:47:26.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope i dont get deep vein thrombosis from long hours of standing on shift. i'm too young for that! hahah. you don't feel the tiredness till you actually sit down for a while. and i keep getting cuts and bruises on my hands/fingers/legs cos i keep bumping into things everywhere in store. whoopdeedo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's experience with POS gave me new hope that i could get the hang of it and at least like it. but today's totally screwed that thought up cos i kept voiding so many things! sian. and the store's getting really crowded with all the mugging students (who are getting our manager very cranky when customers cannot find seats... very cranky indeed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for nice lunch with cheryl and chrystal today at the US food court. SORRY TO GIVE YOU YOUR CARAMEL MACCHIATO SO LATE CHRYSTAL! but i hope it was nice (: hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;so anyway gloria has been defending you throughout in her emails to me&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;she calls you HER LOVE&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;and oh, she is rubbish. always demoting my status as compared to you HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;your pacey leh&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;how is that defending me&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;IM PROUD OF HER&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;fine you two should just get married laaaa&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;GET MARRIED GO GO &lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;must come to our wedding okay&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;i will propose when she comes back! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;(ya right like i even know her ring size)&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;: P&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;LIKE YOU TWO ARE SO LIKE MINDED&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;wedding venue east coast&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;gloria is going to propose to you there&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;or you going to propose to her huh&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;HMMM go get a wedding cert la :D i shall write one for you&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;location sandcastle&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;pastor chrystal&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;wedding planner me&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;you build big sandcastle for us la!&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;okay! HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;feel free&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;HOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;dont write also can. we dont need cert to prove our love!&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;jaya and i have a wedding certificate too&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;SHHHH i told gloria that (:&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH erm&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;a self written self declared one la&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;i can show you&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;YA LAAAA your love so explicit&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;no cert also everyone knows you two are MARRIED&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;the world is so wrong  &lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;wrong you still  &lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;farnie ah&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ALSO SECRETLY     RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;cos only wrong then you and gloria can be together ah&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA i am proud of my marriage also lor. illegal and gay.&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;ya lor if not ostracised then not accepted by society..&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;GAY?&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;you mean HAPPY &amp; GAY right&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;YA LA&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;whichever way you wanna interpret la  &lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;oops&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;haha its ok&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;chrystal and i are very open minded people&lt;br /&gt;bobo (: says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;after all your wedding planner herself is already in an illegal wedding affair with jaya  &lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;so yes i build u big big sandcastle&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;you go buy big big ring and propose to her. i ask chrystal buy popcorn and prepare for a romantic comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACEY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-7608197938526847328?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/7608197938526847328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=7608197938526847328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/7608197938526847328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/7608197938526847328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hope-i-dont-get-deep-vein-thrombosis.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-6757669476289634414</id><published>2008-09-09T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:52:23.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PACEY(:</title><content type='html'>HELLO PACEY! YOU ARE SAFE! yay thank GOD (: hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping must have been quite fun.. albeit expensive. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got much to update you on! (it's only been a few days and alr so much has happened!) i should just email you right. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing bobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll email you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-6757669476289634414?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/6757669476289634414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=6757669476289634414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6757669476289634414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6757669476289634414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/09/pacey.html' title='PACEY(:'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-866985508521062952</id><published>2008-09-07T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:18:14.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. i feel at peace now that it's over. i'm glad it ended well, pray i don't fall into that cycle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. pacey! wherefore art thou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. wall.e is a cool show. like there's quite little dialogue but it really gets to you. and the underlying message of save our earth is quite strong especially towards the end. cute show (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. chrystal and i bought 62$ KAPOK brand fake acoustic guitars. hahah. made in china. they're small (the main reason we bought) classical guitars with acoustic strings and the label says electric guitars. the uncle in the shop didnt even know what he was selling :S how terrible. but nonetheless, we are quite happy with our purchase. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i'm working 3-9 on mon and tues, 10-6 on thurs and 8-3 on fri, in case anyone wants to visit me! (: hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. omg i was on customer snapshot during training and i didnt CDR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-866985508521062952?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/866985508521062952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=866985508521062952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/866985508521062952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/866985508521062952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-6117239260607060060</id><published>2008-09-06T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:31:26.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY PACEY IS GONE ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im still trying to come to terms with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-6117239260607060060?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/6117239260607060060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=6117239260607060060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6117239260607060060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6117239260607060060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-pacey-is-gone-i-think-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3671974986931848841</id><published>2008-09-03T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:42:34.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how it's like when people pray over you? i think it's kinda scary (sorry shaunie, you are not scary.. hahaha) i think it's scary cos there's this kind of feeling that comes up in you.. aiya i dunno how to describe. just scary. and it makes you wonder what God's up to. yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3671974986931848841?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3671974986931848841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3671974986931848841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3671974986931848841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3671974986931848841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-how-its-like-when-people-pray.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-4761432335598557052</id><published>2008-09-03T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:08:57.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised i forgot to add that making the frappe and choc work is a very tiring job. the whisking is endless! esp for choc mix. my tian, my arms almost dropped off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. YAY PACEY IS COMING FOR LUNCH! our last jap food/teh peng/milo peng lunch to-gey-der. maybe fri we should go eat duck (: hahahah. oooh. im hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-4761432335598557052?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/4761432335598557052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=4761432335598557052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4761432335598557052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4761432335598557052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-realised-i-forgot-to-add-that-making.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-2874834228460488512</id><published>2008-09-02T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:07:24.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found out today that POS is not fun :S it's very stressful to handle money, i dont like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, thankful that im only working 2 days this week (: whichs means i got more time to do other stuff. i dont think i'll be eating in front of my partners this month, unless it's at night cos so many of them are fasting now and i feel really bad to eat in front of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACEYYYYYYY ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-2874834228460488512?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/2874834228460488512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=2874834228460488512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2874834228460488512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2874834228460488512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-found-out-today-that-pos-is-not-fun-s.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-4767880224847481473</id><published>2008-09-01T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:04:33.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we&apos;ve reached a fork in the road'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY AM I STILL AWAKE AT THIS UNEARTHLY HOUR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why. maybe it's cos of my new lappy. hahah. but anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my bar test. i assume i passed. hahah though i'll only find out on tuesday. must be optimistic! went for lunch with amy, sharon and glory at shokudo (bugis). we had a nice lunch, followed by rather aimless and unfruitful shopping and we ended up nua-ing and getting high at SB bugis. it was quite disturbing yet entertaining (only in terms of the company). yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M VERY SAD. MY BELOVED PACEY IS LEAVING IN 5 DAYS TIME! WHAT WILL I DO WITHOUT HER?! i can so imagine myself bawling my eyes out on friday. oh pacey you'll be so touched. i seldom/never cry over other people leaving okay. you are privileged. we might not elope to the netherlands, but you will remain in my heart always (oh so cheesy. maybe i should censor it.. haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-4767880224847481473?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/4767880224847481473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=4767880224847481473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4767880224847481473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4767880224847481473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-am-i-still-awake-at-this-unearthly.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3338141192879839207</id><published>2008-08-25T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:07:07.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh blogger changed the dashboard layout. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent blogged in a while for a few reasons. 1 is that my house comp is down (so i only use like my bro's lappy (rare) or at office (1-2 times a week)). 2 is that im busy. haha. like work life busy :X but SB has been fun no doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i got rejected by monash so i'll be going to unsw (dread). it's gonna be six years! my goodness. i'll be so old by the time i come back :S how depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo-ing at the moment, at the thought of not being able to see glory for a really really long time :( I'LL MISS YOU PACEY! :S i think i'm gonna cry when we send her off.. like buckets and buckets! maybe i'll sink into depression... then need to shift house to the place near buangkok. ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3338141192879839207?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3338141192879839207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3338141192879839207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3338141192879839207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3338141192879839207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/08/ooh-blogger-changed-dashboard-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-6885094814327223740</id><published>2008-08-11T08:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:33:47.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophical'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man is a really selfish creature. don't believe me? think about your actions through a day. you'll see what i mean. i admire those who have been deemed selfless in their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-6885094814327223740?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/6885094814327223740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=6885094814327223740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6885094814327223740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6885094814327223740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-is-really-selfish-creature.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-8590061616995869623</id><published>2008-08-09T08:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:04:24.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah, thank God i'm only doing bulletin for august (or less) and not longer. i think i might peng san if that happened :S this week got so many announcements! spent almost the whole day working on it... pacey and i were squashed and cosy at amy's desk (cos i needed to use freehand and pacey was editing some stuff also). we were saying that it was the ideal cos then we wouldnt even need to think about removing the partition if we were to move to the front before (which we didn't in the end ahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a treat at olivevine from SP also (no we did not purposely go there to eat just cos THEY were lunching there; we didnt even know!) oh, and to my surprise, i found out ian kwan (aka new intern aka adele's bf) is my neighbour! like just down the road. and i've never seen him before (i think) in the past 15 years! i think i might have seen his sister, cos she's from sn but that's about it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN DAVID MANN is very the cute! (: haha. pacey and i had lunch with him, heather and dave yesterday at hak kee coffee shop (i tell you that place has the best jap food for a measly coffee shop, you should go try it. you wont regret!) yes, so we had great company talking about things under the sun and towards the end more about different cultures and stuff. it was nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet daddy at j8 after that to go look see (i'm looking out for a watch (: )and get some admin stuff done for my class. went down to commonwealth after. my head was swimming. felt so horrid. and all the way till class started somemore :S but it was good that it went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class was fun (: met more new friends, besides raden. learnt bout starbucks history and culture. strong coffee gives me headaches :S maybe that's why i dont drink coffee. haha. and also cos it's very bitter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i woke up at 8 when i slept at 2! stupid body clock...zz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-8590061616995869623?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/8590061616995869623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=8590061616995869623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8590061616995869623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8590061616995869623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/08/wah-thank-god-im-only-doing-bulletin.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-256085263151757750</id><published>2008-08-06T10:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:30:40.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SJkL0zWg1XI/AAAAAAAAAZo/z1M7VkdBluc/s1600-h/IMG_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SJkL0zWg1XI/AAAAAAAAAZo/z1M7VkdBluc/s200/IMG_1995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231225443933279602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rapture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SJkL1AlOHZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4VW2pItgHBY/s1600-h/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SJkL1AlOHZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4VW2pItgHBY/s200/IMG_1998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231225447484628370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at tampopo (look at the mouth watering food!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh i just watched 'night at the museum' which i borrowed from chrystal last friday (: it's a cute movie. i like the easter island head. haha. "Me no dumb-dumb, you dumb-dumb, you bring me gum-gum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels good to not have to go anywhere. like last friday, it was weird. i felt kinda lost suddenly not having to go to work. ahha. but now i think im more accustomised to the feeling. shiok (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im excited. got trng later today (: yay. learn new things, fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-256085263151757750?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/256085263151757750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=256085263151757750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/256085263151757750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/256085263151757750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/08/rapture-at-tampopo-look-at-mouth.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SJkL0zWg1XI/AAAAAAAAAZo/z1M7VkdBluc/s72-c/IMG_1995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-1866994249650363779</id><published>2008-08-05T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:14:45.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sense of accomplishment! me cheryl chrystal and glory cycled all the way to changi beach and back (which makes that 3 hours of non stop cycling, and at least 20 km covered)! and there was a nice reward at the end of the journey - the empty beach with vast open water, planes zooming overhead, sticking our tired feet into the soft wet sand and letting the waves wash over.. mmmmm contented :) felt alot like at apo's house (batu burok beach). i like (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and pacey wasted 10 bucks tho cos we came earlier to blade but the fake threatening weather made us return our blades early and the next thing we knew, the sun was out again. sianxzxz. haha. oh well, but the good thing was that we met chris at macs and we crashed his retreat and just talked about stuff army guys go through, things we never knew cos they always tank it (like a man). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO TO STARBUCKS @ UNITED SQUARE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start my trng on wed. yay, excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-1866994249650363779?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/1866994249650363779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=1866994249650363779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1866994249650363779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1866994249650363779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/08/sense-of-accomplishment-me-cheryl.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-4465251252042424896</id><published>2008-08-04T07:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:22:12.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm last week after cello i felt the same kind of disappointment in myself as i have felt before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it hard to play an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technicalities and emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practice harder, open your heart wider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infuse yourself, drown out the voices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two become one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more post which i can't find but the content is as such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how does it feel like to have eyes but not see, ears but not hear, emotions but not express?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday or sat, i happened to think about the whole thing and just felt the need to be released in God's presence, and when i learn to express myself in other ways, to be more confident in letting people see this other side of me, then will i be able to play music that is from the heart, which people can also feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack! almost lost track of time! gotta go, meeting my BRAIN for blading and chrys and cheryl joining us for cycling later. whee! i miss not seeing brain everyday ): withdrawal symptoms. update more another time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-4465251252042424896?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/4465251252042424896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=4465251252042424896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4465251252042424896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4465251252042424896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/08/mm-last-week-after-cello-i-felt-same.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-4287564811809187904</id><published>2008-08-01T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:58:23.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh RAPTURE WAS REALLY GOOD! worth every $ of the show, i was impressed and enjoyed it much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with ps lionel and ps eunice on wed. they brought us to chinese swimming club to eat (: and on the way back pacey spotted this old man cycling on the road who looked like he was 9 months pregnant! you can imagine her reaction and excitement as she pointed out the window. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday sharon and amy came down! and we had lunch together with shukun. it felt like a really happy day cos it was OUR LAST DAY and ya, just felt different, you know? we sang this song for shaunie to record:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to the tune of barney)&lt;br /&gt;shaunie is a pow-nasour from our church bartley's office&lt;br /&gt;he helps sp and plans all things and gets the office ready&lt;br /&gt;shaunie can be your friend too if you just buy him iced tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. it was so embarrassing cos the whole office was watching us sing! thankfully it was past 6pm so not too bad cos some people left alr. haha. auntie selena and auntie elsie brought us out for dinner at amk hub. (: we talked until 9.30! pacey had so many embarrassing stories to tell! we laughed till our bellies ached. haha. shan't reveal them here, go ask her yourself. haha. by then i was quite zz alr. ahha. but somehow i still managed to watch antm. ko-ed till 9 this  morning. really good cos it was deep, uninterrupted sleep. shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepover at chrystal's tonight! meanwhile, i have no idea what to do. i wanna go shopping but no one to go with. maybe should just stay home and save money. haha. but i still need to go draw money leh. maybe i'll go hub then come home. fast fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-4287564811809187904?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/4287564811809187904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=4287564811809187904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4287564811809187904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/4287564811809187904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/08/ooh-rapture-was-really-good-worth-every.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-6081593569090387742</id><published>2008-07-30T08:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:06:35.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SI-8JT5ckBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/v04E8b1dpcA/s1600-h/unglam+webcam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SI-8JT5ckBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/v04E8b1dpcA/s200/unglam+webcam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228604560546500626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain (aka pacey) says that i attract weird people, ie the abovementioned. nevertheless, i still love them much and they never fail to make my day with their silliness (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a haircut on monday, my head feels significantly lighter now. haha. shaun says i look like a lion with my hair down. he says i look like simba -.- and then he asked, "did you do smth to your hair? you let down look like lion, you tie up also looks weird. (pauses awhile) OH YOU CUT YOUR HAIR!" and he goes off into the pantry. poor kaye... i wonder what else she has to endure. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to the end of work. im gonna be quite tired by friday :S or saturday.. wait. sunday. yeah. but i'll get to see co tonight, along with many other people (: RAPTURE! much good food this week (: we had don's pie for staff lunch yesterday. it was so good! (shukun! we ate on your behalf :P ) shaun had 3 slices at a go. ie half a pie. and he was saying that we ate too little that's why got so much left. and to think he says soft drinks are fattenning... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-6081593569090387742?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/6081593569090387742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=6081593569090387742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6081593569090387742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6081593569090387742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-brain-aka-pacey-says-that-i-attract.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SI-8JT5ckBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/v04E8b1dpcA/s72-c/unglam+webcam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-2194196442975429861</id><published>2008-07-26T08:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:34:37.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our not-so-personal personal retreat turned out alright (: at least it didnt rain when we were having reflection... hahah, we met grace and anthea again! like we bumped into them last week on monday when we went cycling and here they are again. hahah. it was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were with their A4 classmates. then some were blading and some cycling. me and glory went ahead and kept detouring and kept popping up behind them... haha. the first detour was when we went down that snake road. (i call it snake road cos i dunno what road that is but we saw a squashed snake). the first time we cycled past it, we thought it was some rubber thing or what so we just ignored it. then cycling back, glory saw its guts spilled on the road. it was gross. like pus-filled intestines and some bulb of thing. it had ants and flies everywhere :S yes so we were waiting for them to come cos we wanted to scare jiahui (she is terrified of such things, even the smallest ones) then we waited... and waited... and waited... and then they appear! but at the merging of the cycling path in front -.- so we couldnt show them. zz. the second detour was at the jetty. the winds were so strong. super shiok (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah by then the drizzle was setting in and as headed to the other end, it got heavier so we turned around (AGAIN!) and then got all the way up to the chalet before we stopped cos it was quite heavy. and so we sat and talked some more. haha. we returned our bikes in the end cos the rain wouldnt stop and we went to BK for TARO TURNOVER! (: i love it more than apple pie. haha. cos i love yam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk, they won't even let us rest on a personal retreat day... shaun called to tell glory that they wanted a 40 DOS bulletin cover BY TUESDAY.. and she's not even working the next few days. so she has to go to work on monday (which is our rest day) to do it up so that they can have it printed on tues. tsk. lousy person, who had the great idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH, i almost forgot! my future has been decided. yes. i'll be working in church part time for aug to help auntie selena with the admin stuff. and i've got a starbucks interview next tuesday! i foresee that my august will be really packed, and i might possibly die from everything. please pray i dont.. im still young; long life ahead. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;0933&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel loke just showed me this video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8sbCuIGDN8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8sbCuIGDN8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do watch it. i think it really shows us God's perspective on things and readjusts our view&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-2194196442975429861?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/2194196442975429861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=2194196442975429861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2194196442975429861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2194196442975429861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-not-so-personal-personal-retreat.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-401791680772210709</id><published>2008-07-23T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:48:19.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like our dear shaunie, i had a revelation last night too. actually it's not really a revelation, but a discovery. haha. and no, it's not smth that has been very obvious to everyone. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i discovered that what i thought were my wisdom teeth were actually NOT my wisdom teeth. so i saw 2 new teeth sprouting at the back of my lower jaw... yeah. they look kinda funny. oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-401791680772210709?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/401791680772210709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=401791680772210709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/401791680772210709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/401791680772210709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-our-dear-shaunie-i-had-revelation.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3666674440997192265</id><published>2008-07-23T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:14:46.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the lunch turned out fine, but things are still not settled yet. hopefully all this work things can be settled soon. i hate the in between feeling. uncertainty is such a ___________ (put it your own word) feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain is/was super heavy.. like doomsday. my sis woke me up like some emergency or smth. and cos my small pathetic umbrella cannot take heavy rain, i left it at home and brought a big umbrella out. but i did not expect it to be THAT big. i think i looked quite toot with it open just now. oh well. at least i reached work rather dry. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to friday now. having a not-so-personal personal retreat on friday with glory. we're thinking of doing reflection on our time here... ehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3666674440997192265?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3666674440997192265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3666674440997192265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3666674440997192265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3666674440997192265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/07/lunch-turned-out-fine-but-things-are.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3533263652352466285</id><published>2008-07-16T09:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:29:11.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid</title><content type='html'>shucks, i dunno why i didnt ask shaun just now when he came in. and now he's gone for goforth... so hooray. meeting dave for lunch tmr. whoopdeedoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3533263652352466285?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3533263652352466285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3533263652352466285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3533263652352466285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3533263652352466285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/07/stupid.html' title='stupid'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-7049568169476328787</id><published>2008-07-14T07:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:53:56.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>ack</title><content type='html'>i dread gg to work this week... living in denial now and avoiding thoughts of that. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not the work that i dread but more of the happenings :S why is it so complicated man. i dont really like how things are being discussed here. ah wells. LEAVING SOOON! 18 DAYS ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, yesterday's 'from the inside out' was scary. but overall i felt that i could have done better. thanks for the encouragements (: im beginning to identify that feeling of when you wanna do smth and you wanna do it well, but the motivation is not fully there and you dont put as much effort into it as you can, and at the end of it you regret not doing so. tsk, that is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week was pretty good cos glory and i had lunch with amy and sharon for thurs and fri and it felt really normal (like the good ol' days) and happy (: yay they're coming again this week! (: hahah. we had the duck at amy's house, sat at the same table, ate the same thing, talked nonsense (as usual). it really brought inner joy to glory and i (hurhur).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-7049568169476328787?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/7049568169476328787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=7049568169476328787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/7049568169476328787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/7049568169476328787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/07/ack.html' title='ack'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-6579409531962108183</id><published>2008-07-09T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:57:29.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><title type='text'>emo day</title><content type='html'>ack feeling so zz today. it's so terrible. like since i woke up i've been feeling so zz... maybe i woke up on the wrong side of the bed (it's not really possible cos my bed's against the wall so...) ah wells... lunch was somewhat a comfort but not enough. antisocial day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote, glory nat jialin and myself went to the zoo on monday! (: it was cool man. i quite enjoyed it (: though im kinda lazy to blog about it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just felt like whining and rambling. 3 more weeks to out of this odd hole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH! i dont have to stay on anymore (: yay. might say hi to starbucks soon. how exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-6579409531962108183?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/6579409531962108183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=6579409531962108183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6579409531962108183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6579409531962108183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/07/emo-day.html' title='emo day'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-2210737604049895910</id><published>2008-06-30T08:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:21:42.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOB'/><title type='text'>MOB photos, and an update (:</title><content type='html'>THE PHOTOS ARE IN! :D here's a handful of them (not in order of events), enjoy! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg69pB6avI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-4dk6EsW1ew/s1600-h/IMG_1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg69pB6avI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-4dk6EsW1ew/s200/IMG_1804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217484998969027314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little outdoor picnic outside auntie nellie's rented place. eating with our hands from banana leaves. it's kinda cool, albeit the annoying mozzies and flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg5fxuRb_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/t2g9VdL-kGg/s1600-h/Picture+1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg5fxuRb_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/t2g9VdL-kGg/s200/Picture+1276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217483386394865650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the famous ROASTED CHICKEN! it is to die for, really. especially when you eat veggies and rice three meals a day for almost 2 weeks... heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg5gFLPgpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/rm1sNhy_DGA/s1600-h/Picture+1308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg5gFLPgpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/rm1sNhy_DGA/s200/Picture+1308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217483391616647826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo on our last night at the hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg5gcbz3mI/AAAAAAAAAXA/RYu68d5igjc/s1600-h/Picture+1334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg5gcbz3mI/AAAAAAAAAXA/RYu68d5igjc/s200/Picture+1334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217483397860154978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Chiangrai international airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg5guq4J9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/mpv6rkulxEs/s1600-h/IMG_1660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg5guq4J9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/mpv6rkulxEs/s200/IMG_1660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217483402755188690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the transit at bangkok airport when we were gg up. clem and gabriel played soccer with the san zha i bought (which is meant for consumption). they played with those 3 pieces so much that the colour got darker and darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg5gzCThUI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/FKdI0-QtYl0/s1600-h/IMG_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg5gzCThUI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/FKdI0-QtYl0/s200/IMG_1714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217483403927192898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is tanuk. he's the youngest kid in the hostel. it's really amusing when he gets angry and starts raising his voice, like some mafia gang leader.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg4ZMZ_3PI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-d4AeniH0Mk/s1600-h/Picture+962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg4ZMZ_3PI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-d4AeniH0Mk/s200/Picture+962.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217482173786873074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is from the BBQ we had on friday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg4ZX0fkDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/hGqtqWGX7Rs/s1600-h/Picture+1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg4ZX0fkDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/hGqtqWGX7Rs/s200/Picture+1047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217482176850792498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yimin and clem sharing a private moment :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg4ZQmdNRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/pX68XPO8GpQ/s1600-h/Picture+1197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg4ZQmdNRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/pX68XPO8GpQ/s200/Picture+1197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217482174912869650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jam run, tanuk and chan chai. jam run's name (pronounced zam lern) has since been turned into some kind of cool swear word, thanks to clement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg4ZuqdGXI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IPgOJubHpnA/s1600-h/Picture+1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg4ZuqdGXI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IPgOJubHpnA/s200/Picture+1260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217482182982703474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;auntie nelli helping tanuk with his school u. their shirts have buttons at the end so when they tuck in , they can button the shirt to the shorts so it doesnt come out. tanuk was so shy cos auntie nellie asked him to loosen his shorts so that she can tuck it in and we were all standing around cos we were sending them off to school. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg4ZxclLjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H62z7uBE8xY/s1600-h/Picture+1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg4ZxclLjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H62z7uBE8xY/s200/Picture+1265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217482183729819186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yimin holding snow with disgust. snow just went swimming in the irrigation channel and got himself all muddy and dirty. the only reason why yimin would pick him up is that snow kept running off to find trouble with this big dog in someone's house so we had to carry him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg2M2IVGeI/AAAAAAAAAVg/gU5UH2i5Q-k/s1600-h/Picture+788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg2M2IVGeI/AAAAAAAAAVg/gU5UH2i5Q-k/s200/Picture+788.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217479762625501666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the guys acting cool with their new purchases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg2NGM9m7I/AAAAAAAAAVo/KcUd3OqGGL4/s1600-h/Picture+818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg2NGM9m7I/AAAAAAAAAVo/KcUd3OqGGL4/s200/Picture+818.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217479766939900850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;auntie nellie's giraffe soft toy from barang barang. haha. it's super nua. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg2NRbvR2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/h94-SD58aPc/s1600-h/Picture+823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg2NRbvR2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/h94-SD58aPc/s200/Picture+823.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217479769954666338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's lorraine from ARPC with gao cheng (hostel parents' son) and snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg2NnFzBZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QHr-8tDcNEU/s1600-h/Picture+860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg2NnFzBZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QHr-8tDcNEU/s200/Picture+860.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217479775768216978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;snow! (: he's the hostel dog. actually he's auntie nellie's dog but he stays at the hostel. a lousy guard dog who's easily bribed by tummy rubs, but he's brought joy to many of the kids there, esp those who have hurts in their lives or even those who are homesick, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg2N8MFkPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/F-mH9FrheLc/s1600-h/Picture+920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg2N8MFkPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/F-mH9FrheLc/s200/Picture+920.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217479781431742706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jiw (jiu2) and gao cheng. dont you think she looks like a mixed blood kid? we found out that she is! we asked auntie nellie and she said jiw is half mien and half.... (we were expecting some ang moh blood or smth) northern thai. haha. it was so anti climax when she said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg0a3T_ZFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/4rds-hAURI8/s1600-h/Picture+453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg0a3T_ZFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/4rds-hAURI8/s200/Picture+453.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217477804437759058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was taken outside mr and mrs phin's house (pronounced fin but i dunno how to spell) up in palay while we were waiting for the soong teow to come pick us. mr phin is the village head man and the church is to the right of his house (down a stairway further back). they also take care of auntie nellie's other dog, scottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg0bDTeE4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/fSiGdX9On_4/s1600-h/Picture+701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg0bDTeE4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/fSiGdX9On_4/s200/Picture+701.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217477807656801154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the hostel parents, Pii Jed and Pii MeiChing and gao cheng. taken at the queen mother's palace (which is like some big botanical garden with many nice flora and fauna, and nearby is the queen mother's house which we couldnt take photos of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg0baw7ZNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5WJe74Afu7E/s1600-h/Picture+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg0baw7ZNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5WJe74Afu7E/s200/Picture+165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217477813954372818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is auntie nellie, always looking good for the camera! (if you are from bartley and dunno that, shame on you! tsk. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg0b5UloRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/F9rMjWIklZk/s1600-h/Picture+713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg0b5UloRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/F9rMjWIklZk/s200/Picture+713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217477822157005074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;team photo at the queen mother's palace, where we all have upsidedown-flower hats (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg0cDc4O-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/mMqDYz3N4mI/s1600-h/Picture+756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg0cDc4O-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/mMqDYz3N4mI/s200/Picture+756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217477824876133346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mel posing with a sign that is SUPPOSED to read: toilets inside, 5 BAHT. haha. at the irony is that it was at mae sai, the myanmar border, which is a tourist area and yet... heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. the past week has been so zz without amy and sharon around! like now with amy gone, her work is kinda split, so me and glory have to shoulder more work on top of our usual stuff... (it used to be, underworked and overpaid [or so we felt] and now it's overworked and underpaid). everyday we cant wait to go for lunch or head home cos it's so chiong hei in the office now. even our planned teabreaks (to prevent us from dying) are not able to pull thru. haha. how sad. thank God it's only a month till our internship ends :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing for pnp on wednesday. im kinda excited but at the same time quite scared that i'll screw up somewhere (which will most likely happen). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and i finally got a wolfsound eliminator for my 3k baby. ANNOYING-WOLFSOUND-NO-MORE! hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg to s'pore flyer tmr. how exciting :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-2210737604049895910?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/2210737604049895910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=2210737604049895910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2210737604049895910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2210737604049895910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/06/photos-are-in-d-heres-handful-of-them.html' title='MOB photos, and an update (:'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SGg69pB6avI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-4dk6EsW1ew/s72-c/IMG_1804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-5924441221765718718</id><published>2008-06-19T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:31:26.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOB'/><title type='text'>Sawatdee Kha!</title><content type='html'>I’m back from my MOB trip! Time passed so fast even though we thought 12 days will be a while. Here’s a recount on what we did there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to go to the airport for our flight. Glory stayed over the night before (: met yf people at the airport and prayed before we left. The transit between our SIN  BKK flight and BKK  CHIANGRAI flight was like 4 hours! And we didn’t know what to do. So we ended up at the transit cafeteria and ate and slacked there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pii Jed and Pii Nellie picked us up from the airport in the truck full of veggies for the hostel. By the time we reached the MOC (ie the hostel) it was already 4. We had a short introduction to the hostel parents and then the kids started streaming in back from school (: I was glad to see some of the kids again but I think initially they couldn’t really recognize me till I introduced myself again and asked if they remembered me from my previous trip. Haha. We had dinner (OH THE YUMMY ROASTED CHICKEN FROM MAECHAN IS A MUST TRY!) before a short introduction with the kids and a game of wacko to get to know each other’s names better. We did our puppet show and a short devotion too (The Good Samaritan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was a Friday night, the kids got to watch a movie. So we watched this Korean film called “Grandma and Me”. Most of us were quite tired out from the travelling that halfway thru the movie we had to force ourselves to stay awake, especially since the movie was dubbed in Thai and there were no subtitles so we couldn’t understand the dialogues -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime was good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, the kids had to do chores so naturally, we had to join them. We cleaned up the windows and swept off a lot of bugs. Lunched, and the kids had study time. Here’s where the guys packed up and headed off to Palay to join Pii Gao Tim for the weekend. The girls stayed back at the MOC to have the weekend with the kids. Played volleyball with them in the evening. It’s quite nice now that the hostel is at the MOC cos they have plenty of land around it. So there’s like a makeshift volleyball court and a soccer field. And there’s still a lot of empty space around. Haha. Post dinner we had time with the kids for the evening. Then a more in depth introduction of ourselves. The older kids were quite concerned about study related stuff cos they kept asking us questions about whether it’s stressful, difficult, etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;Church was cool. The hostel works like a house church, so they have Sunday school in the morning, followed by a service, led by the older girls/hostel parents and someone would preach a message. This week, Pii Jed preached a message about Daniel. But it was in mien and the 5 of us were like quite distracted cos we couldn’t understand much. Hahah. We came to learn of the sponsorship program ARPC has come up with to support the kids in the hostel. So we helped to translate the kids’ letters to their sponsors from thai to English with the help of the older hostel girls. Through that we got to know more about the kids by reading what they wrote in their letters. We also went for a walk around the area the hostel is in. Quite a farm based area with paddy fields and corn fields. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;Start of the week. The kids woke up at 5.30 (!). After sending them off to school, we cleaned the toilets that we used and packed our stuff to go up to Palay to join the guys. Also got the chance to talk to Lorraine and Baoyi (APRC people we met at MOC) while waiting for Tzewen (ARPC) to return from the market with Pii Jed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up at Palay (Pii Jed brought us up), we met the guys and Pii Tim. He shared his testimony about how he came to know Christ and his struggles with drug addiction. Lunch was at a little noodle shop up the slope. We had cubes of pig’s blood in our noodles. The thought of eating pig’s blood is quite gross. It’s quite tasteless and putting small pieces in your mouth is fine. But larger pieces are a bit psychological… hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleaned the walls of the church and washed the floor after lunch. It took us the whole afternoon. The amount of rocks, dirt and dust was appalling… it’s sad that the people there don’t really bother to keep it clean cos to them it’s already cleaner than their own house. At night, we had a romantic session in the dark with Auntie Nellie as she shared about her testimony and her ministry amongst the Mien. It was a real eye-opener for me cos in my previous trip we didn’t have such opportunities to hear more about the ministry of these missionaries so I was really in awe of the way God is working there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had these little snacks… they look like muruku but are not. And they are rather addictive… like opium. Haha. You’ll just keep eating and eating. Auntie Nellie said they were really unhealthy though, cos they are fried in palm oil. And if you put it to the flame, it’ll keep burning like a matchstick cos of the amount of oil in it. She showed us. It was quite fun watching it burn. Despite that, we continued to comsume this unhealthy snack while the older people (ARPC folks + Pii Nellie) had their sunflower seed fellowship (coined term… hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;Major working day. Me and Vanessa cleaned up the ramp while the others started painting the church. Lorraine and Baoyi helped to clean the house. Mel and Van scrubbed the steps that led down to the church too. Painting the church was quite fun though kinda tiring. Auntie Nellie cooked a nice dinner for us (as always (:  ) a fast passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6&lt;br /&gt;Packed up for our return to Maechan and took a walk around Palay while waiting for the Soong teow to come pick us up. Lunch was at a noodle shop down at Maechan after we put our stuff at Auntie Nellie’s house. We went to visit this missionary pastor, Wen Kun, and heard his testimony about his ministry amongst the Mien in Vietnam, Laos and China. It was really inspiring! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went sightseeing at the golden triangle also. Dinner at a steamboat place in Maechan. It was good team time. Quite fun (: haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the King’s Mother’s Villa for sightseeing. It’s like this huge flower place. 10 times better than the botanical gardens. Hahah. The flowers were really pretty and well maintained. Pii Jed and Pii Meiching and Gao Cheng came along too. It was photos and more photos all the way. Haha. And they have these pots of water along the routes for consumption where you use a scoop and take the water to drink. Cool stuff. Then we went to Mae Sai near the Burmese border for lunch and shopping (supposedly) but didn’t buy much anw. We had ROAST CHICKEN for dinner again! :D whee! Then team time on the parallel between painting and service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8&lt;br /&gt;We packed up again today to move back to the MOC. Bummed around while the adults went to the market to buy food for the BBQ. Someone cooked pad thai for lunch, dunno if it was Auntie Nellie or Pii Meiching. We talked to the hostel parents after lunch and prayed for them too. And then we practiced our dance. Helped to prepare for the BBQ and pulled out weeds to plant kangkong near the well. The kids enjoyed picking out worms and showing it to us. Haha. It was quite gross but you get used to it. It was outside the building, with 2 pits and mats around it. Interesting, nice and simple (: Pii Tim also joined us for that one. We watched national treasure 2 after that too. Most of the kids went off to bed halfway cos they couldn’t understand English that well (dunno why there was no thai audio or subtitles). It was a nice movie but we were all quite zonked by the time it ended. Some of us fell asleep halfway. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9&lt;br /&gt;Similar schedule to the previous Saturday. But we also helped to clear the cut grass around the MOC. There were many frogs in the field and the kids were so brave, especially the younger ones like malee and chanchai. They would pick up the little things and show it to you in your face. And the ones malee caught were always so big. It was quite disgusting. Haha. They would offer it to you to hold in your hand like some new found pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball was a bit different. We had s’pore vs Thailand. Haha. And j low was the only guy amongst all the girls. And we didn’t tell him about the things they do for forfeit should a team lose the game. Hahah it was highly amusing. We also played this game called contagious disease. It was so embarrassing I tell you.. haha. Details shall not be revealed here for the confidentiality of the team. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10&lt;br /&gt;Jon did a sharing for worship service. And a similar schedule to the previous Sunday too. Haha. Yup. Clement got a fever and his left foot started swelling a bit… didn’t do our dance as planned. The guys started hallucinating about meat products… like ramlee burgers and BK, lagsane, etc.. it was hilarious hearing them spout nonsense over dinner while trying to finish the food on their plate. One must understand that the kids eat a lot of veg cos it’s cheaper than meat. So every meal is rice with one dish veg… although the cooking is really nice, you kinda start missing the taste of meat thus the weird hallucinations. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new week. We helped to hang out the kids bedsheets in the morning and went to tesco (supermarket) after that to buy stuff. Lunch was the yummy chicken again. There’s just something special about the taste of the chicken. It’s really delicious. Arooy mak mak! We met a mien pastor whom Bartley supported thru bible school. Lunch was picnic style with banana leaves again. Took a walk out to meet the kids after school and walk back with them. Dinner was early today. Our last night with the kids: thank God we managed to do the dance despite clement’s increasing foot size. Rachel and myself shared out testimonies and then we had phototaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12&lt;br /&gt;mel’s foot started becoming like clements :S we gave out the cards to the kids before they left for school and took more photos with them. Area cleaning for our sleeping areas before we had team reflection and then off to chiangrai for a bit of walking around. And then airport check in and home sweet home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good experience and many new things learnt compared to my previous trip there. It was nice getting to meet up with Auntie Nellie and the kids and see familiar faces again. New faces were also good to know and the kids just make you smile. I really wanted to be able to speak their language and communicate with them. I miss snow (the dog) and gao cheng as well. Gao cheng is 1.5 years old and he’s very intelligent. He’s super cute, especially after dinner when he’s had his bath and got powder on his face. He’ll strut out of the hostel parents’ room with neatly combed hair and he’ll put his hands behind his back and ang2 shou3 ting3 xiong1 and walk to the centre of the circle when we have our program with the kids (: haha. Will post photos soon. Oh and there’s this kid whom I’ve met the previous trip but I didn’t realize how much she looks like Christina teo! An uncanny resemblance in their looks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know more about the ministry amongst the Mien and how things work up there. It could just be the recent-ness of the experience that is making think about missions and whether that’s what God wants for my life. That’s why I shall stick to what shaun ong said during one of his sermons at tm: prepare to be a missionary until God tells you “no”. the whole trip and what we learnt cannot be put into words but I’m so thankful to God for every inch of the trip :D I really enjoyed it, despite the days getting more and more tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-5924441221765718718?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/5924441221765718718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=5924441221765718718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5924441221765718718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5924441221765718718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/06/sawatdee-kha.html' title='Sawatdee Kha!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-6057566848278458006</id><published>2008-06-01T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:35:54.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rashes'/><title type='text'>a long post</title><content type='html'>hello hello, what an exciting 2 weeks we had in the office! cos it was like 3-day work week (saturdays are not counted although technically it is a workday for me) for 2 weeks: last week cos of vesak day (we had tues off) and this week cos of leaders retreat (on fri, ie out of office). yuppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week me and glory had to do alpha marriage gifts. so we did the test tube thing thing with words inside on transparency and filled them handsoap and glitter. sadly the glitter colour came off.. hahah. and we made little ladles to reach into the testube to scoop out all the foam and bubbles which were taking up space! ya. kinda messy but fun (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this past week was prep for leaders retreat. plus some bday celebrations. hahah (: i kop-ed from glory's blog: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shukun and sharon gave bobo and i a treat at country manna (THANK YOU UNCLE AND AUNTY :D) and the soup there is yummy. and since it's so yummy, we are going to have instant food day next thursday and make it too!! pastry soup. YUMMMYYY. we bought back vanilla and almond dreyers ice cream with sara lee cake and honey flakes and milo nuggets and pokey sticks and made a wundaaarrFULL desert :) the 4 of us...younger generation of the office had our share of fun and noise with sharon around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bobo and i had our share of fun too. i hid bobo's pig sweets under her jacket. I WAS HOPING SHE WOULD WEAR IT AND NOTICE IT. BUT THAT BLUR BOBO BIRD TOOK FOREVER TO WEAR THE JACKET. SOOOO...i had to instruct her to hang up her jacket...but i couldn't make it too obvious...URGH..here's our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-glory- : stop warming ur jacket with ur assss&lt;br /&gt;(bobo removes jacket off her chair and hangs it up..without noticing the surprise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory: now ur ass is heating up the chair. look at how ur chair has melted. har har&lt;br /&gt;(seriously...if i were her i wouldn't even take me seriously..but that's just the way i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory: u have a hot asss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bobo : (: nonsense... hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory : LOOOKKK!!! ur chair is drippinnggggg black stuff...it's meeellltttiinnnggggg!!! QUICK..STAND UP&lt;br /&gt;(even i would be suspicious of me...so it's no surprise why bobo didn't want to listen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bobo : oh shut up.. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory : haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bobo : if it were melting i'd be on the floor by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory : OH FINEEEEE ...BE THAT WAY..STUBBORN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bobo : lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory : i warn u first...dun fart or u will regret it later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bobo : ? y fart? what are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;(the sweets are in direct fire of her fart hole.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory: u see la!! see where u fart... just stand up&lt;br /&gt;(she stands up WITHOUT LOOKING AT HER SEAT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory : stand up, turn around and see where u fart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory: on ur chair!!!&lt;br /&gt;(now i feel exasperated!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory : i spash some secret chemical that can reveal where u fart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory : QUICK STANDDDD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory : TURN AROUND AND LOOK AT THE CHAIR LA BUFFOON&lt;br /&gt;JUST LISTEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;( by this time i am terribly exasperated with her. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she finally does so and it took her some time to REALLY register the presence of the surprise #1. haha. then she burst into laughter....so do i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really mean BURST. cos we laughed till our eyes exploded with tears...and our stomachs exploded with hurt from all that laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo..we continued our sane work after that...when the office had this birthday celebration and tea party and thus we were all merry and happy. thus the second surprise bobo had in 1 day :) we had music playing in the background all till the day ended. and the office was no longer quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was uber retarded. i felt so goon to stand up for no reason and look at my chair? (cos i didnt know got sweets mah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly pacey. it was really hilarious. ahha. we laughed till our sides ached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that was wednesday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs we went to olive vine for lunch. ie me glory amy and ps joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we happened to come to the topic of dating and stuff. and cos the day before i found out i got rejected by nus med. so i told the staff that morning that i'll most likely be gg overseas. yup so ps joe asked if we were dating anyone. and out of the 3 of us, im the only one. so we tried to let him guess who the guy was. and when we mentioned his name, ps joe's face was one of shock and like "WHAT?!" plus the shaking of his face really fast. hahahah it was so comical! and we couldnt stop laughing at him cos after that he had to drink water to try and calm himself down. we laughed so loud the other customers were looking at us with weird stares. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon was mostly spent typing out bill hybels for leaders retreat. by the end of the day i was really bushed. practiced with suyin and ps joe for 'from the inside out' before gg for cello lesson. it was mighty fun, the lesson i mean. only for the beethoven sonata part though. ahaha. crazy composer. seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by friday i was alr quite dead. went for leaders retreat. thank God i didnt get thrown into the sea cos i had this huge rash wound on my leg from the night before. it was really bad it hurt to even bend my legs. yeah. matthew was trying to catch this tree lizard and initially he was so scared his hand was trembling so hard even tho he was so close to picking it up. hahaha. when he finally plucked up his courage to pick it up, he named it lenny. hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin leong tried to do a kissing pose with it (camera trick) but the lousy photographer ended up having kelvin eat the lizard's head off. hahahaha. yeah we let it go in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home to wash up before dinner at seafood paradise (: it was okay, not a very nice dining exp but yeah. we had to wait almost 40 minutes for our food, and in the end only the crab was worth waiting for (crab rocks! :D ) and i was so gong la, i wanted to wear a skirt cos of my rash. and i ended up wearing di's tube top (which can really pass off as a skirt cos of the poofiness) yeah. but i didnt spoil it of course! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat was cg outing. i had to drag myself and force myself to go. ended up terribly sunburnt, with many unglam photos of my poster coloured self and my cg. hahah. it was such a colourful and memorable experience. had oreo cheesecake :D yes. and we played many games, which made me feel good cos i convinced myself it was exercise (eh running on the sand not easy okay!) we played captain's ball, vollyball (which kinda failed), frisbee (only in small group passing) and touch rugby! touch was the funnest. too bad we were on the sand, quite hard to play. but that was the one we played the longest (: makes me feel like joining it as a cca in uni (: hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good time of bonding with the j1s and some of the other cg people. yup. i was supposed to go for my own cg's outing but by the time we came back to vivo i was utterly bushed, struggling to open my eyes alr (and not like my eyes are very big to begin with). we had subway for dinner and headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept early last night. it was so uncomfortable. with the sunburnt shoulders especially. im gonna peel so bad. like a banana. or maybe a snake (born in the year of the snake). then can collect snakeskin and make handbags... and sell and earn money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOB IS COMING! like in 5 days... glory is gonna cry cos she'll be missing me so bad! i offered her pictures that she can take and put on her wallpaper, in her wallet, frame on her table. but she put on a brave front (i know you want la pacey, you just have to ask... ;) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-6057566848278458006?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/6057566848278458006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=6057566848278458006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6057566848278458006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6057566848278458006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-post.html' title='a long post'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3397871697808993893</id><published>2008-05-16T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:53:00.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THERE'S A HOT NEW DEBATE IN TOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la, not really hot and not a debate and definitely not in town... hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, you know how people always say "breakfast is the most important meal of the day"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've discovered after a few months of observation that LUNCH is actually the most important meal of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Some people dont eat breakfast so by lunch time, they're rolling on the floor begging to be released for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. it's usually the only time you'll step out of the office, ie out of stale air into the fresh air of the &lt;s&gt;ULU&lt;/s&gt; outdoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. morning teas dont work man... they only satisfy short whims and cravings but do nothing to quench that hunger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. please tag if you can think of any more reasons to support this new stand :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah okay that was my part of post lunch randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get the gd 8 cello exam recording! someone go shopping with meeeeeee (i hope yamaha has it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt quite happy after lesson yesterday (: it started really bad with my scales especially the diminished 7th. i wanted to melt away, it was horrendous with all the crappy intonation. and i prayed on the spot and God answered again (: pieces weren't too bad. actually only got 1 piece. hahah. sevcik is not exactly a piece, more of a etude i would think... sammartini was nicer than the previous time i played it. i really enjoyed it. yay. i love my baby (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3397871697808993893?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3397871697808993893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3397871697808993893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3397871697808993893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3397871697808993893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-hot-new-debate-in-town-okay-la.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-2913748265601129020</id><published>2008-05-14T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:20:42.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>YES PACEY I'M UPDATING (ie not a boring fart :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is not as boring as my blog appears to suggest... hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that have happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27apr&lt;br /&gt;NUS med essay test. the question wasnt too hard but i only realised later that my answer was very 'politcally correct' tho i didnt intend it to be :S hahah oh well. went out with keewei after the psychometric test. we were supposed to shop for smth to wear for the interview but was failing badly till the last stop at mango. then we ate alot and went home to sleep... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2may&lt;br /&gt;NUS med interview. it was quite horrendous i think. yeah wasnt feeling too positive after it but God reminded me that we live by faith and not by sight. often times circumstances seem very dismal but you never know how God is working behind the scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6may&lt;br /&gt;glory came back (: haha. and we had dine in the dark lunch. it was literally darkness. like cannot see anything at all. whether you close or open your eyes doesnt make a difference. that's how dark it was. hahah. but it was quite fun. you find out things about people you never knew (their characters) haha. and also found out whether you got good spatial awareness.. ie those who eat with the utensils probably have better awareness than those who use their hands. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had duck for lunch twice last week too, on wed at kay lee and on fri at the kopitiam below amy's house. oh heavenly :D but not enough cos we werent full... haha. so might be gg again this week (: hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's about it... okay i think it is a very boring update but oh well.. it's still an update! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-2913748265601129020?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/2913748265601129020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=2913748265601129020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2913748265601129020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/2913748265601129020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-5293632746124381957</id><published>2008-04-24T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:36:36.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ana Laura - Completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of life is letting go&lt;br /&gt;The secret of love is letting it show&lt;br /&gt;In all that i do&lt;br /&gt;In all that i say&lt;br /&gt;Right here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of prayer is in a humble cry&lt;br /&gt;The power of change is in giving my life&lt;br /&gt;I’m laying it down&lt;br /&gt;Down at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Right here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart&lt;br /&gt;Take my soul&lt;br /&gt;I surrender everything to your control&lt;br /&gt;And let all this is within me lift up to you and say&lt;br /&gt;I am yours and yours alone&lt;br /&gt;Completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey of life is a search for truth&lt;br /&gt;This journey of faith is following you&lt;br /&gt;Every step of the way&lt;br /&gt;Through the joy and the pain&lt;br /&gt;Right here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now, and for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Hear me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yours and yours alone&lt;br /&gt;Completely&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched 'facing the giants' today. it was a good reminder that life is not about what we have, not about our interests, not about the things around us. but it is about honouring God through our actions and living a life that is pleasing to Him, and directed thru the reading of His word and listening for his voice. And how, when we choose to follow him, choose to honour Him, choose to praise Him no matter good or bad, God will always bless, even in ways we cannot imagine. When things seem to go bad (in our perspective), &lt;strong&gt;God always has the greater purpose in mind&lt;/strong&gt;. we only need to trust him, and to &lt;strong&gt;believe that he loves us&lt;/strong&gt; (: it's that kind of simple child-like faith that God wants from us too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, the office is superbly empty now.. about 6-7 people only. and glory, amy and sharon are away! ): amy's sick, think quite bad. sharon took half day off. yeah. braces tmr. scary.. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-5293632746124381957?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/5293632746124381957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=5293632746124381957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5293632746124381957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/5293632746124381957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/04/ana-laura-completely-secret-of-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-225101575680477460</id><published>2008-04-23T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:38:24.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah glory's gg san fran tmr ): will be lonely in office. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, got a place at unsw (: thank God. also shortlisted for nus interviews. although the thought of gg thru the selection is kinda sian, and also cos i dunno if i wanna study at nus, i guess it's still a good experience for myself, thus i should go for it anw and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be more happening for the next 2 weeks i think.. haha. cos of nus stuff, mob, etc. i dunno. dental on friday (: how exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i finally rmbered what my intention of blogging was for. haha. yeah just had some thoughts over the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how God would send His son down to earth for us. For a God that's bigger than the universe to fit into a virgin's womb, to grow up just like us, and be subject to the authority of his own creation. it's like humans creating machines and then being taken over by the machines. we can trust in God and commit chare our burdens with him because he's been through it before! that's the coolest bit. it's a scary thought and painful at that, but he still chose to die for us. God's love is indeed great, i am thankful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the more we pray, the more we will learn to rely upon God and the more we learn to rely upon God, the more we will pray'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-225101575680477460?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/225101575680477460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=225101575680477460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/225101575680477460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/225101575680477460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/04/ah-glorys-gg-san-fran-tmr-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3966132299533490148</id><published>2008-04-16T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:10:12.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today started off relatively normal. wore my new threadless shirt to work (it made me happy (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SAXCUXw6rHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JlmS276T0z0/s1600-h/minizoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SAXCUXw6rHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JlmS276T0z0/s200/minizoom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189767800846724210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno what happened along the way tho, the day seemed to get progressively worse. feeling more and more tired (although i had enough rest this past weekend), keep having the itchy mouth syndrome (where one keeps picking at food). yeah. and now i just feel like crying :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray for strength tonight so i can practice cello for tmr's lesson (and have my 2 weeks break from lessons). and the interview with mary on friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3966132299533490148?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3966132299533490148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3966132299533490148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3966132299533490148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3966132299533490148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-started-off-relatively-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/SAXCUXw6rHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JlmS276T0z0/s72-c/minizoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-7238826733428491631</id><published>2008-04-12T08:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:27:24.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uppy-date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relatively okay week this week. cello was shifted to wed. it was amusing when zhao's helper opened the door with tootsie (zhao's doggy) cos i was wearing rainbow socks that day. and tootsie (for the first time i've seen) was wearing socks too! and rainbow socks at that! haha it was funny (: zhao almost wanted to take a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jlow for dinner to talk about mob stuff. you know i was like thinking and wondering if i should talk during the meal. cos the weekend before, edwin and ian koh were saying that he doesnt like to talk during meals so i was kinda apprehensive about saying anything then. haha so i just sat there and wait for him to initiate. and he did. so everything was pretty normal. haha. except for the fact that my view of normal wasnt really normal till he started talking during dinner... (does that make sense? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs had the isat test. thank God i could still sit for the test. i was the only kuku who never bring the confirmation slip i think. haha. and thank God the fierce woman didnt come walk past my table. daddy brought us (me,ra and his friend kaixiang) to this indian restaurant at lucky plaza cos he heard the briyani was good. for 5$, you get a piece of chicken, briyani rice, some salad thing and dahl curry. wah i tell you the rice was really fragrant. nice and fluffy, very tasty. and even tho it was so much, i finished everything cos it was so good, and the spiciness sped up my metabolism. haha. woooo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was planning to go home and take a nap before gg to elisha's house but ended up gg to teach yujie phy. haha. good thing i took the whole day off. anw, im really encouraged that he keeps coming down even tho he may still have so many questions about christianity, he actually said that he feels the love among our 'community' and on thurs he said he invited a friend down to our church, which is even more surprising since he's not even a christian! i'm excited to see how God is gonna make Himself known to Him and change his life man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anw, we went to elisha's place for dinner. yummy food, i tried passion fruit for the first time. haha. yeah and we had donuts and tea for dessert. was a good meal, good conversations. as per the first time, got home really late. 12. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! glory and i have started learning guitar from shaun. haha. absorbing like a sponge now. lessons are fun. cos we laugh at each other. haha (: yeah, GO GLORY! you have it in you, don't worry (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left prayer early to go to the orthodontist. now i've got blue rubber rings stuck between my molars. whee. feels odd. a bit sore. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, i can exercise on monday! finally :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-7238826733428491631?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/7238826733428491631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=7238826733428491631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/7238826733428491631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/7238826733428491631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/04/uppy-date-relatively-okay-week-this.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-196578204417842210</id><published>2008-04-05T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:27:04.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;No discipline is enjoyable while it is happening—it’s painful! But afterward there will be a peaceful harvest of right living for those who are trained in this way. &lt;/strong&gt;So take a new grip with your tired hands and strengthen your weak knees. Mark out a straight path for your feet so that those who are weak and lame will not fall but become strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 12:11-13, NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been the most chiong week so far this year i think. haha. like every night got smth on, and at office also somehow got so many things to do also. haha. like MTT prep, SP's msg slides, TF, helping glory with kj and marriage alpha and what not. it just felt very busy, and disorganised at some points. haha. die alr, super tired. still gotta last 2 more days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent exercised for 3 weeks alr! super unfit. yeeesh. i just felt like whining about everything. haha. Thank God for friends, that we were not made to be loners, but enjoy the company of each other (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-196578204417842210?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/196578204417842210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=196578204417842210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/196578204417842210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/196578204417842210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-discipline-is-enjoyable-while-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3954204916136407318</id><published>2008-03-28T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:45:09.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>yay (:</title><content type='html'>glory's in office today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the previous 2 days have been oh-so-lonely cos glory was off doing her portfolio and shaun's far far away in chiangmai. yeah and it was so quiet and tense... zz. not nice at all. thank God bryan came on thurs for 'tuition'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a yummy lunch trest on tues by pastor william yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. im sick too.. zz. deprived of milk and dairy products, and have to eat less fruits and veg. )': saddedz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda hope i dont get into nus. i dunno why ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrapping class tonight! whee! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3954204916136407318?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3954204916136407318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3954204916136407318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3954204916136407318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3954204916136407318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay.html' title='yay (:'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3390066586277225007</id><published>2008-03-14T14:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:07:20.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R9oiGFhVINI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nxNhcswtiSI/s1600-h/Photo0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R9oiGFhVINI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nxNhcswtiSI/s200/Photo0117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177488209572339922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R9oiGlhVIOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/LWzBtF1jI3g/s1600-h/Photo0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R9oiGlhVIOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/LWzBtF1jI3g/s200/Photo0118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177488218162274530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har har look at my marimo (the round green algae balls)! they have a new friend called marime (the broccoli thing)... hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auntie cat has one container full of those broccoli things, dried ones, which you put with hot water a few times and drink. it's supposed to detox. yesterday me and glory were playing in the pantry (sound like some kindergarten kids) and we put one of it in hot water to watch it expand.. then we gave it to shaun for him to keep as a pet... hahaha. and he decided to let it stay with the marimo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i came in after cg retreat. and the water was greenish. hahah. so i changed the water. the container stinks like dunno what.. the marimo super smelly. hahaha. and the broccoli thing expanded some more. wonder what will happen over the weekend... ewww. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how does it feel to have a voice but not speak, eyes but not see, skin but not feel, emotions but not express?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;annoying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3390066586277225007?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3390066586277225007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3390066586277225007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3390066586277225007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3390066586277225007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/03/har-har-look-at-my-marimo-round-green.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R9oiGFhVINI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nxNhcswtiSI/s72-c/Photo0117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-6871511535481229021</id><published>2008-03-13T12:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:52:23.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>lunch delivery @ 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex in Nineteen Minutes, by Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz.... the weather's been so cold the past week. so shiok for sleeping (: doesnt help when you're feeling tired either. stranded in the office for lunch cos we don't want to go out. ordered from dabao.com.sg hahah new thing learnt today! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, results were really good and unexpected (to some extent) and it's really God's glory and not mine because i know it's not by my effort alone that i got the results but by God's grace and intervention (like A for econs and B for GP?!) (: yep. was really scared before the collection, but knowing myself, i didn't show it. heh. and my reaction to seeing the results was just to smile. haha. now to get thru the doors of med school and confirm God's calling (for med sch at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i'm quite a visual kind of person. i like to look at colourful things (haha) and visually stimulating/aethetically pleasing to the eye things.. very attracted and swayed by what i see.... hahaha. yeah can't wait for the scrapbooking course with chrystal and glory! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also realised i have eaten macs 3 times in the span of 6 days.. yeeesh feeling so unhealthy. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R9i2NFhVIMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/sb_gXXsMquo/s1600-h/3102818_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R9i2NFhVIMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/sb_gXXsMquo/s320/3102818_1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177088107598913730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love the 3 little pigs on my desktop (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beef horfun, come soon! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-6871511535481229021?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/6871511535481229021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=6871511535481229021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6871511535481229021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/6871511535481229021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/03/lunch-delivery-2.html' title='lunch delivery @ 2!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R9i2NFhVIMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/sb_gXXsMquo/s72-c/3102818_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-8223322308321516590</id><published>2008-03-05T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:34:46.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R84-QSVpQcI/AAAAAAAAATs/7ZvcAdFvaCY/s1600-h/Photo0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R84-QSVpQcI/AAAAAAAAATs/7ZvcAdFvaCY/s200/Photo0112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174141471416730050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R84-RSVpQdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/N8lVonAs8c4/s1600-h/Photo0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R84-RSVpQdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/N8lVonAs8c4/s200/Photo0113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174141488596599250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a new journal over the weekend so decided to decorate it today cos it looks really plain. did the above this morning. yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory and i went ikea last week cos we had so much time. haha. it was quite fun (: see her blog for more details. and we made a card for the kj kids too cos they wrote stuff to us the weekend before (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye results coming out on friday. heh. not working on that day. dont feel like gg for cello tmr also. sian-ded. haha. but i guess i will, hopefully it takes my mind off the results. ah. im scared. God what are your plans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-8223322308321516590?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/8223322308321516590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=8223322308321516590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8223322308321516590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8223322308321516590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/03/got-new-journal-over-weekend-so-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R84-QSVpQcI/AAAAAAAAATs/7ZvcAdFvaCY/s72-c/Photo0112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-1184902832429404610</id><published>2008-02-21T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:53:03.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM A BORED DODO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am a bored dodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i a bored dodo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos a bored bobo is a bored dodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a bored bobo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored bobo has nothing to do in the office today (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus she is a bored bobo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A BORED DODO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay wonderful, i just conveyed my bored-ness. thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, we had a carnivorous lunch today, we being glory amy and myself (: we went to eat the duck roast pork char siew at the coffee shop below amy's house. PURE BLISS :D it was a very satisfying lunch (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we have the skinny quiet pale auditor with us this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh exciting, my life is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like ducks' tails when they wag it. hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-1184902832429404610?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/1184902832429404610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=1184902832429404610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1184902832429404610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1184902832429404610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-bored-dodo-yes-i-am-bored-dodo-why.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3427359841894199241</id><published>2008-02-01T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T15:51:05.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blackie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R6LF8g0pU0I/AAAAAAAAATU/_MjjilhBfHA/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R6LF8g0pU0I/AAAAAAAAATU/_MjjilhBfHA/s200/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161905766313579330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. that's the name of shaun's handphone holder on his table (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, glory was complaining that she was so bored cos amy took leave today and now there's no one to bully her. haha. and shaun thought she was having withdrawal symptoms so he threw blackie to her (shaun sits in front of glory's cubicle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so glory was happily playing with him while chatting with me online and suddenly! deng deng: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-glory- loving musicals says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;-glory- loving musicals says:&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT&lt;br /&gt;-glory- loving musicals says:&lt;br /&gt;i was playing with blackie when his hand drop offf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. was super funny we kept laughing la. then panic. how to tell shaun (cos he wasnt there)! haha. went to search high and low for thread and needle. and we found it in the main stationary cupboard (what kind of office stores thread and needle?) haha. yeah so we managed to put his hand back and now he's back on shaun's table. we made a lot of noise (as usual) haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy. how exciting (: hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the photo above is after we got his hand back on. can you tell which one came off? hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\\EDIT&lt;br /&gt;we went to eat digestive biscuits in the pantry (which were taken from shaun's table). and then ps alvin and aunty cat came in so we asked if mission's mtg was over (cos shaun was attending it). then shaun came in and remarked bout us walking off with the biscuits. and we couldnt stop laughing like having fits like that cos he thought we were laughing abt the biscuits but we thought he was coming to ask about blackie. haha. then he assumed that 3pm is our crazy hour cos we were like that at ard the same time yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went off with a biscuit and water. few minutes later he came back again. and me and glory were like holding our breaths wondering if he was back about blackie but he only wanted another biscuit. haha. oh well. and we realised he's wearing black and with his spiked hair he kinda looks like blackie. hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3427359841894199241?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3427359841894199241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3427359841894199241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3427359841894199241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3427359841894199241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/02/blackie.html' title='blackie'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R6LF8g0pU0I/AAAAAAAAATU/_MjjilhBfHA/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-8801359347809035070</id><published>2008-01-31T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:24:46.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A levels'/><title type='text'>new world symphony - dvorak</title><content type='html'>haha thank God that i managed to exercise. he held the rain enough for me to get a nice warm up jog before doing circuits. felt shiok. tmr morning again (: yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things in the office are starting to get a lil boring. dunno. this place needs some life injected into it. it can get so quiet and zz sometimes. and after a while, can get mundane too cos most of it is routine also. ah wells at least got glory and amy and some others to keep me sane ard here. paced with glory yesterday too. had a good time sharing and praying (: im glad we're tgt in the office cos it really helps in understanding what each other goes thru daily too. yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kt trip! then i can do some cards for vday (: my hands are itching to get started since i got the stuff yesterday. yum yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked thru la salle and nafa music progs. la salle's not really what i want and nafa need gd 8 prac and theory which i dont have (i want to do cello). so God, does that mean nus med sch is the way to go? (: results coming out last week of feb according to mr chia. it's very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna send my cello to gramercy tmr to change the tailpiece over the cny break. i need a music fix badly ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-8801359347809035070?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/8801359347809035070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=8801359347809035070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8801359347809035070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8801359347809035070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-world-symphony-dvorak.html' title='new world symphony - dvorak'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3644768766832183219</id><published>2008-01-28T07:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T08:06:21.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>oh darn it!</title><content type='html'>just when i thought i'll be a motivated-to-exercise girl this morning, it just had to rain ): and i was looking forward to run in my jersey (: hahah. ayeee. hopefully it stops later so that i can still go run. and so that i dont need to walk outside with an umbrella. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need sleep, i think i might just collaspe from exhaustion soon. thank God for the kt trip next week, yay! (: then i can sleep like there's no tmr. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\\EDIT;0758&lt;br /&gt;my time with God the past week has been crap. like so chopped up and quite dependent on things that happen in church to keep gg. sian. but God is faithful and he still allowed me to enter into his presence easily, be it for prayer or worship or just standing there and enjoying him! and i FINALLY did a proper qt last night (the last one was wed) and it felt so good to 'be back' (: yay! i need to pray for more discipline. been reading 'ordering your private world' on the way to work on most mornings and it's a really challenging book, even if you are not a christian, the values can still apply to you. and yeah it makes me feel quite disgusted about the lack of a strong inner core that i lack, in my case, one that is with God. (gloria!!! my pace partner, where are you up to? we need to pace this week okay? (: and must get nat too...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my mentee from sn yesterday. i realised that i find it hard to share about God with some of my friends, because their lives seem to revolve so much around the physical aspects, and there seems to be no time for themselves or even God. it's like you keep occupying yourself with things so as to seem like a busy/popular person but actually you're just in need of something else which is more important. something that can fill the God-shaped hole in us. and you know what it is but you just stand there, apathetic, finding it a silly thought or something irrelevant to your life. get into the zone man, God wants you to know him as he knows you! he loves you so so much more than we can ever love ourselves or others can ever love us. you need Him, because only he can satisfy and once you've found him, you'll never ever want to let go, you'll never want second best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3644768766832183219?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3644768766832183219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3644768766832183219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3644768766832183219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3644768766832183219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-darn-it.html' title='oh darn it!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-3678911910166254787</id><published>2008-01-25T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:52:58.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flashback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>slacker</title><content type='html'>haha. i feel like one this week cos there's nothing much to do ard for some odd reason. haha. been helping glory prepare kj stuff which i quite enjoyed cos it was rather hands on and crafts based. yup. brainless but i like (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so bored yesterday, wanted my cello so badly ): so that i could play and practice instead of rotting. ended up searching youtube and found some child prodigies. haha. glory got new boyfriend. his name is daniel hass and he's a charismatic 11 year old who plays the cello in a way that makes people swoon. haha. was so nice watching him perform. watched him with glory. it was quite amusing cos there were 3 vids of him performing, one when he was 9, 9.5 and 10 y.o. respectively and you can see him grow bigger and his hair grow longer from the artsy length to the tarzan length. hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qing told me that we got invited to play for jubilate in may (: yay happy! haha. haven't played tgt for 2 yrs + alr. miss the feeling alot man. and the people too. been very inspired the past few cello lessons cos there's just so much more to learn now, esp since got more time and she really works on my lousy basics. hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah now i rmb what i actually wanted to blog about. haha. o lvl results just came out yesterday and soon it'll be the a lvl-lers turns. and i was thinking about my choices for uni courses again. med in spore is really difficult to get into, but i believe that my God does the impossible (: and i dunno, might end up overseas. then i was thinking if i should try for YST music. but then i need time to prepare audition pieces which would only allow me to audition next year. yeah. medicine? music? yeeesh. i hate making decisions sometimes man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-3678911910166254787?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/3678911910166254787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=3678911910166254787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3678911910166254787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/3678911910166254787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/01/slacker.html' title='slacker'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-9036680331244356304</id><published>2008-01-20T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T08:41:03.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hosanna, hosanna&lt;br /&gt;hosanna in the highest&lt;br /&gt;hosanna, hosanna&lt;br /&gt;hosanna in the highest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of ignite later today! God's been showing me some stuff, which is really cool and it gets me really excited about 'lifting my staff' for him (: his divine appointment is really awesome. like last thurs i was told my teacher couldnt make it this thurs for lesson due to rehearsal so it got pushed back to wed instead. then that night, anqing msged me about a strings dinner which would fall on this thurs. at first i didnt think anything bout it, like oh okay, great i can go meet up with my fav ensemble (: then on friday night during the conference, it suddenly occured to me that nothing happens by chance and by God's planning and arrangement, that would prob be a rare chance to see them and communicate the gospel to them in some way or another, which i thought was super cool (: yay so now im excited, not only to meet them, but to be a seed planter for him on thurs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i prayed for siewmin too, cos i felt that this mentor-mentee relationship is probably the only one in the whole sch or smth. like how many mentors still keep in touch with their mentees and vice versa? yeah so it was very unique and special to me and im sure that it is not without a reason, or without God's hand in it for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, someway, God WILL DO something (: just because he can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, im becoming a sleep deprived girl. annoy me and i will bite your head off... heh heh. ya la, im very tired, getting panda eyes and an outbreak. disgusting. and im losing my voice. well not exactly but in a sense. can't sing for nuts now. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-9036680331244356304?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/9036680331244356304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=9036680331244356304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/9036680331244356304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/9036680331244356304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/01/hosanna-hosanna-hosanna-in-highest.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-1831246162188604475</id><published>2008-01-06T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:21:54.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flashback'/><title type='text'>in retrospect...</title><content type='html'>the year has passed! it only seemed a while ago when we were all complaining of j2 life and the looming A levels, and now it's poof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 has been a real roller coaster, maybe like corkscrew or the freefall thing. haha. at the start of the year i was thinking of the many things ahead, like track (nationals and captaincy), studies, God(qts and His church), cg( both the sec4s and j2s), piano dip exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the many crazy trainings with my favourites (keewei, yujun, jocelyn, yingjing, kevin, rayson, kamalesh and not forgetting our coach ms tan!). the cemetery runs, circuits, jumping up the gallery steps, reps of 150s, 200s, 300s, 400s, 600s, 800s, 1000s, 1500s. it was really crazy but the discipline was good (: &lt;br /&gt;i rmb the competitions (sph relays, swift, nat juniors, nationals, and one more i forgot). i rmb the pre-comp jitters (always!) and the warmups outside gombak. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb the chicken rice stall we always eat from after comps or trngs. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb the rubdowns and physio sessions from shin splints, ankle and lactic. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb water running! (;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb encouraging the sprinters and throwers during trng. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb the lightness of spikes and the way it grips the track. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb the panting during runs and the speed during short reps. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb the drills (ankling, high knees, shuffling, sideways, lunges, striding). &lt;br /&gt;i rmb the fun times we've had as a team or even in our small groups. like tau huay after trngs and just laughing our stress away. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb ms tan, with all her pep talks with us as a team, with her encouragements during trng on our individual performances, with her leadership skills teaching us in the exco. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb the exco, the mtgs we had, the fun in organising camp tgt. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb saying 'the sky is falling' everytime i talked to rengfu.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the study sessions at the balcony, cafe or lib, even after trng stopped for us, where we spurred each other on in a common race of the A levels. &lt;br /&gt;those were the days (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb coco, geks, limin, hsiaoen, youyin, xiaolan, how we always hang out tgt even with our individual cliques. thanks for the whines, the laughter, the nonsense, the food, the sadness, the annoyance, etc we all shared (: &lt;br /&gt;i rmb melvin and zhenjie, my good gp gang amongst the arts people, always full of nonsense (esp melvin) yet never failing to brighten up every gp lesson. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb leo, as yy's bf mostly, but also as one who really cares for the people around him. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb jianming and his wit in class, and always helping the teachers to set up the av stuff. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb the scholars from china/hongkong/indon/msia/thailand who made 06S02 the hippest scholar class ard (: &lt;br /&gt;i rmb the class team of 10x200m runners, where we were so unwilling to participate until the day itself when we burned the track man (: &lt;br /&gt;i rmb mr chia and his care towards the class, even though his physics lessons got boring sometimes :P &lt;br /&gt;i rmb mrs cheng with her black and white wardrobe, and her speeding train chem lessons which we had problems keeping up with initially. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb pe lessons with mr dan ho whose strictness was so scary at first but turned out to be his way of setting the standard (: he always said we were his favourite class! &lt;br /&gt;i rmb all the consultations outside the glass door and at the balcony, rushing to fill up the teacher's timeslots and mrs cheng had her's so full that she had to pass some of her students to other teachers who had so many empty slots! &lt;br /&gt;i rmb the studying sessions after school along the corridors/outside sc/lib.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb morning worship everyday with john, kris, sam, glory, evan, hannah, joanne, marcus, etc (: &lt;br /&gt;i rmb the countless times we stepped into popular to window shop though we did buy stuff occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the assemblies where no one wanted to stand in front and our class always ended up with no space cos we would be crowded out by s1 and s3 since no one stood there and mrs chan and mr chia would chide us.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the slacking in the sc during breaks where we would go disturb melvin and juan&lt;br /&gt;06S02 really rocked (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the goal setting with sec 4 cg where we had major exams at the end of the year and said that we would (or they would) encourage one another not only in studies but in their faith.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the cg times of fun, seriousness, dazed and distractedness, etc&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the voracious appetites of the guys (which they still do have) who always welcomed the presence of food anytime without fail&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the times of outings and retreats that were planned&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the times of silences which spoke volumes.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the times of prayer where we edified one another through the prompting of the spirit (:&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the study sessions with the j2 cg at cheryl's place where just being there made a difference somehow. &lt;br /&gt;i rmb the outings the guys kept planning: to cheryl's house, genting, night cycling, escape, meals, etc&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the guys weird personalities and characters which brought alot of laughter (and we'll miss them once they enlist which is soon)&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the girl like screams and whines of guys like tsura, and the fearless and fearful and daniel guilds in genting (:&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the foam mat fights and the duck sound thing at camp in the j1/j2 bunk.&lt;br /&gt;God's love is above all and in all and thru all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the piano lessons which had weird timings so as not to clash with trng, and all the rushing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the practices i squeezed between lessons at LT1/2&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the female examiner who was so gracious and talented and nice&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the emotions after stepping out of the room&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the anxiety when opening my envelope where the results were in&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the nights when di walked into my room for no reason and we'ld share about our day.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the times when i thought about mum, how much i missed her, how different life would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things to rmb, to be thankful about and one blog post cant list them all. but the most important thing that i rmb and will never ever forget would be God's presence thru every single little detail of my life, how he's held my hand and walked me thru, carried me when i couldnt stand it anymore. his mercies were and are new every morning and he never lets us down with his promises (: God is truly a good God and he is real! i thank Him for a great year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in this year, many changes are taking place, even now. it's time to grow up and move on, with God being my guide (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-1831246162188604475?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/1831246162188604475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=1831246162188604475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1831246162188604475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/1831246162188604475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-retrospect.html' title='in retrospect...'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386293660909602703.post-8222724137949039920</id><published>2007-12-28T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T08:04:58.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rashes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R3Q8OaILZSI/AAAAAAAAASw/qRzbeAnvO5I/s1600-h/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R3Q8OaILZSI/AAAAAAAAASw/qRzbeAnvO5I/s320/IMG_1378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148806492220777762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R3Q8PaILZTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TW1exw5jQ20/s1600-h/IMG_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R3Q8PaILZTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TW1exw5jQ20/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148806509400646962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track dinner on the 26th at white dog cafe, vivo city (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the camera must be one of the greatest inventions. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got rashes again the night before. painful ):&lt;br /&gt;had leaders retreat yesterday! it was good (: content wise it was some reflection, some vision for next year and all. steamboat dinner and thanksgiving. think the time at lhk was really wow (: dunno, i felt that God was moving strongly in the room we were in. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unofficially starting work later today. exciting. haha. oh and i highlighted my hair. heh. stayover at wynn's tonight too (: and street e on sun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386293660909602703-8222724137949039920?l=bobobird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/feeds/8222724137949039920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386293660909602703&amp;postID=8222724137949039920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8222724137949039920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386293660909602703/posts/default/8222724137949039920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobobird.blogspot.com/2007/12/track-dinner-on-26th-at-white-dog-cafe.html' title=''/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706046679723331926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_6Meu7QXSJZQ/R3Q8OaILZSI/AAAAAAAAASw/qRzbeAnvO5I/s72-c/IMG_1378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
