<?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-516419122770648971</id><updated>2011-05-03T18:28:24.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rose by any other name smells just as sweet...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-937786675666863535</id><published>2009-01-23T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:35:45.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JJ LNY/CNY Concert 2009 today. It was great working with Connie as emcees. I didn't know we are able to earn CIP points just by emcee-ing. Well, good news there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am/feel so unproductive. (In terms of studies) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want to read all the books that I like as fast as I can, before my eyesight deterioriate when I get old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chem and Econs tests coming up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;History and Econs homework to complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the best to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-937786675666863535?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/937786675666863535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=937786675666863535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/937786675666863535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/937786675666863535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/what.html' title='What???'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-3793384221418453305</id><published>2009-01-09T20:40:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:17:03.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherie's 18th Birthday Outing ~ Togetherness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289275790763445778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdITtOHThI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZA9_nymI53w/s320/DSC05272.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 9 January 2009. 18 years ago, I was brought into this world, bearing the responsibilty to celebrate this day every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This year, as a mark of being 18 and the fact that I can watch M18 movies from now on, I decided to do something different: Going out with my girlies to celebrate MY BIRTHDAY! I don't usually celebrate my birthday with friends, but you know, I've got to try something different. I can't believe I just turned 18 today, am still quite reluctant to say goodbye to being 17 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New year, New wishes, New resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Do well for A levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Good health to my family and friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Be happy always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Huilin called at least a week before my birthday to confirm whether I was celebrating this day with them. I agreed and she asked me where I would like to go. So a venue was set, the time to meet up was 11am. Jiamin had to work today, so she didn't turn up. I prepared myself and took a few pictures before heading out. Waited for Zoe at JE MRT Station, we were about 20 mins late because Zoe missed a train. (I'm not blaming you, Zoe. I'm just relating today's details).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdICDrrGTI/AAAAAAAAAj4/RGLCNWEb7Bs/s1600-h/DSC05348.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289275487555361074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdICDrrGTI/AAAAAAAAAj4/RGLCNWEb7Bs/s320/DSC05348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cam-whoring Session ~ One of the few pictures I took of myself before going out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought of having lunch and do some shopping with them, which we did, AT BUGIS!!! :D I'm a novice shopper at Bugis, it has been a looooong time since I visited this shopping paradise. So I was curious as to how everything goes on there and that was why I wanted to visit Bugis on this special day. We had our lunch at the Hong Kong Restaurant, Wong Kok Char Can Teng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289283430696735026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdPQaMJ0TI/AAAAAAAAAkg/E_vj_CC6XRQ/s320/DSC05352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moments before lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdHxb_yMnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/xfL9uNtw78I/s1600-h/DSC05357.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289275202024387186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdHxb_yMnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/xfL9uNtw78I/s320/DSC05357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our set lunches (at $8.80 each) were served and we got a waitress to help us take a photos of us. Huiqi chose spaghetti with ham and cheese, I chose meatballs and seaweed noodles, Huilin and Zoe both got themselves rice with plum-sauce chicken. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdHqpZRSVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/CWHyaZWfzx0/s1600-h/DSC05359.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289275085361858898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdHqpZRSVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/CWHyaZWfzx0/s320/DSC05359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274954939404386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdHjDiIkGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/sfnwlDpidEs/s320/DSC05363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me trying to gulp the huge cup of milk tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdHWudY_TI/AAAAAAAAAjI/IbQJVcq5CZg/s1600-h/DSC05366.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274743123934514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdHWudY_TI/AAAAAAAAAjI/IbQJVcq5CZg/s320/DSC05366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A panorama shot of us during 'after-lunch, after-shopping-at-bugis-street toilet-break' (the reflection of the photographer can be seen in the middle picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdHSZV3PJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/UyRP3G84riE/s1600-h/DSC05368.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274668735741074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdHSZV3PJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/UyRP3G84riE/s320/DSC05368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We love one another too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We left our footprints on almost every spot at Bugis Street and Bugis Junction, there was not much for us to stay any longer, so we decided to hop on the train for a new journey at Lot 1. I wanted to eat ice cream very much at that time, but the flavours of ice cream at Bugis did not appeal to me very much (or was it the price that did not appeal to me?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Anyways, we went to Lot 1 in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdHK_AVjNI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hk61fc5qLE8/s1600-h/DSC05377.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274541407046866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdHK_AVjNI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hk61fc5qLE8/s320/DSC05377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hazelnut mix-in almond nuts ice cream Huilin, Passion Fruit Sorbert ice cream Huiqi, Peach-Apricot Yoghurt ice cream Cherie and no-ice-cream cum photographer Zoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdHEREcgwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/0SS8V62J_90/s1600-h/DSC05380.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274425997034242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdHEREcgwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/0SS8V62J_90/s320/DSC05380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A picture taken with my handphone in the neoprint machine, after letting the machine snap us and after we've decorated our pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta -Dah!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdG-CqztYI/AAAAAAAAAio/ZG0IXpxdtIY/s1600-h/DSC05382.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274319052191106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdG-CqztYI/AAAAAAAAAio/ZG0IXpxdtIY/s320/DSC05382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I headed home alone afterwards. Zoe headed home alone too. Huilin and Huiqi head off home together. It was a pleasant day with them, with a sort-of value for money set lunch, a walk around Bugis Street (great buys there!) and Bugis Junction, a cooling ice cream time, a took-our-own-sweet-time-to-decorate-the-pictures neoprint session and a slightly lethargic goodbye. Thank you Huilin, Huiqi and Zoe for spending time with me today in celebration of my 18th year on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not done yet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My pressies from the girls (hehe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdG237w4bI/AAAAAAAAAig/Cv3pAQJbyUs/s1600-h/DSC05384.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274195911434674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdG237w4bI/AAAAAAAAAig/Cv3pAQJbyUs/s320/DSC05384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are inside those bags???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;??????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdGxgoPVYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DO0oHWuokWY/s1600-h/DSC05385.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274103756182914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdGxgoPVYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DO0oHWuokWY/s320/DSC05385.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clothes from Jiamin, Twilight book (!!!) from Zoe and Huiqi and a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mysterious package&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Huilin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherie's 18th Birthday Mysterious Articles Investigation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdGY1k4olI/AAAAAAAAAiA/tf7CElIIoZg/s1600-h/DSC05411.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289273679882527314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdGY1k4olI/AAAAAAAAAiA/tf7CElIIoZg/s320/DSC05411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Item number 1: A pair of pretty earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdGLsK8r5I/AAAAAAAAAhw/2mdQxVPbiUQ/s1600-h/DSC05407.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289273454019522450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdGLsK8r5I/AAAAAAAAAhw/2mdQxVPbiUQ/s320/DSC05407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Item number 2: A beary-bench photo frame with a picture of the two of us in Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My own birthday gifts for myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289273776305198578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdGecx11fI/AAAAAAAAAiI/bxJ1aZPsmqs/s320/DSC05402.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A pair of cool shades and a thin silver belt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289275612865274002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdIJWf4oJI/AAAAAAAAAkA/29OxFB-i6a0/s320/DSC05225.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy's birthday pressie for me - A seahorse brand mattress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289275696864128498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdIOPaxbfI/AAAAAAAAAkI/8OwUJwGU08M/s320/DSC05339.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mummy's birthday pressie for me - A super duper cute bag-pack (&amp;amp; an hongbao not shown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really my birthday today. I'm 18 now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289275890801911186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdIZh5JJZI/AAAAAAAAAkY/M8AwI-6IFbU/s320/DSC05412-edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-3793384221418453305?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3793384221418453305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=3793384221418453305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/3793384221418453305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/3793384221418453305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/cheries-18th-birthday-outing.html' title='Cherie&apos;s 18th Birthday Outing ~ Togetherness'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWdITtOHThI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZA9_nymI53w/s72-c/DSC05272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-5708084667688028537</id><published>2009-01-08T16:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:36:41.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Feminine Instinct</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288842854772101410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWW-jg-N0SI/AAAAAAAAAhI/i5fX41hEf04/s320/DSC05302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm, what does the (my) feminine instinct tells us, women to do? My eager deep-frying skill was put to the test last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It all started with a box of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fruit&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vegetable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Batter Flour&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;egg yolk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and a great pair of hands to mix the trio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288843818419354226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWW_bm1n-nI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/evZ2Tn6lrao/s320/DSC05274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 of 4 of the mixing ingredients: The Egg Yolk and Batter Flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bananas (skin peeled, that is) were dipped into the batter meticulously with a pair of chopsticks, a pot of oil firing up at the same time beside me. Then, I professionally placed the dipped bananas into the oil. Sizzling, sizzling... the oil worked till the batter turned golden brown and crispy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But of course, this was my FIRST ATTEMPT at frying Goreng Pisang, so the first 2 pieces of banana didn't turn out as expected. They were maybe over-cooked, soggy, out of shape and, quite honestly delicious. I felt a bead of sweat ran over my forehead (this is the truth). Deep-frying is a HOT job. Cooking is a HOT job. Fortunately, the later pieces of fried bananas turned out better than the first 2, but still not so perfectly well done. But I believe in the phrase 'Practise makes Perfect'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, I dipped cut pieces of the ever-sticky Nian Gao into the batter, again meticulously done. I had a tough time cutting the Nian Gao, they kept sticking to the knife and my fingers. They'd also expanded in the hot oil and squeezed out of the batter, which caused them to stick to the pot. It serves them right if they were scalded from having contact with the hot pot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! My aunt was the one who inspired me to deep-fry Nian Gao, because I saw her deep-frying it before (which was a couple of years ago). So, I kind of followed into her footsteps. Hers was perfect though, unlike mine. But the taste of her deep-fried Nian Gao and mine are 99.9% similar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My master piece: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288844143215502658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWW_ugzD5UI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Hnm4vXC_sAw/s320/DSC05277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, and so that's about it. My mum and I tasted it, they were alright. In fact, I think they are great. Don't you disagree with me, because you havn't had a taste of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's wishing everyone a Belated Merry Christmas and Belated Happy New Year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's wishing everyone an Early Happy Chinese New Year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebration outing with the girlies tomorrow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NGs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288844032896678162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWW_oF1AORI/AAAAAAAAAhY/nfCBequbizQ/s320/DSC05278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Squishy Goreng Pisang and the remnants of naughty Nian Gao which ran out of the batter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288844266685963762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWW_1swtnfI/AAAAAAAAAho/Ue04qBvu9Sw/s320/DSC05281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Family Combo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-5708084667688028537?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5708084667688028537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=5708084667688028537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/5708084667688028537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/5708084667688028537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-feminine-instinct.html' title='My Feminine Instinct'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SWW-jg-N0SI/AAAAAAAAAhI/i5fX41hEf04/s72-c/DSC05302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-3781081901497705974</id><published>2008-12-27T14:38:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:07:39.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08A03 Economics Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ATTENTION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;People of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;08A03&lt;/span&gt;, I do hope you come by here and take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are a whole bunch of Econs notes still with me and I do not know who has taken them or who hasn't. The pictures of the notes are below, please view them and check among your Econs notes that you have them. If you don't have them, please inform me by sms, or by leaving a message on the tagboard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is not possible for me to lay all these notes on the table in school for you to come and check, all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284356674469735138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVXOZdA7quI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Frqms3DGSE0/s320/DSC05097.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Qn: Explain the type of market structure in which each of the following is likely to operate in Singapore: (i) Clinics and (ii) Telecommunication companies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; set of this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284356576073888306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVXOTudiMjI/AAAAAAAAAgY/cQaLvW5U6gg/s320/DSC05095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Qn: Illustrating your answer with examples, assess the policies that the Singapore government currently adopts to achieve an efficient allocation of resources when externalities are present, and consider whether some new policies should be introduced. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; sets of this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284357614932647634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVXPQMgw3tI/AAAAAAAAAhA/b2-BlInAdwo/s320/DSC05101.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tutorial 7: Case Study 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;10 &lt;/strong&gt;sets of this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284356762653957602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVXOelhsHeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Qd4n5jtBzFg/s320/DSC05098.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tutorial 7: Case Study 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;set of this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284357415025550434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVXPEjzMpGI/AAAAAAAAAgw/z0yV4dgRPbo/s320/DSC05099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tutorial 7: Essay 3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; sets of this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284357517939517682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVXPKjLzKPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Q1R43fTiwmU/s320/DSC05100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;National Income Statistics Tutorial &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; sets of this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-3781081901497705974?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3781081901497705974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=3781081901497705974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/3781081901497705974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/3781081901497705974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/08a03-economics-notes.html' title='08A03 Economics Notes'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVXOZdA7quI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Frqms3DGSE0/s72-c/DSC05097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-6839748373341016748</id><published>2008-12-27T11:44:00.081+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:55:16.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was Seoul good!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Upon reaching Incheon Airport, while waiting or collecting for our luggage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWw1-2ZZXI/AAAAAAAAAf8/kYf3HE4V7S4/s1600-h/DSC03322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284324179239855474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWw1-2ZZXI/AAAAAAAAAf8/kYf3HE4V7S4/s320/DSC03322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clement and Cherie!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWwuh1g4ZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/43z5dAYCx3s/s1600-h/DSC03323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284324051192439186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWwuh1g4ZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/43z5dAYCx3s/s320/DSC03323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cherie and Huilin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284323735558278194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWwcKAdzDI/AAAAAAAAAfk/TdBUT_xG968/s320/DSC03329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On our way to the Subway station...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWwlfu1lHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/BP4yzf08mrE/s1600-h/DSC03336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284323896008742002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWwlfu1lHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/BP4yzf08mrE/s320/DSC03336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Korea's Metro Subway &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lunch at Myeong-dong (a great shopping paradise!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWwU9Xu1UI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Sg-4u_4cm7U/s1600-h/DSC03345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284323611907118402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWwU9Xu1UI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Sg-4u_4cm7U/s320/DSC03345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The street outside the porridge restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWwHI_xZkI/AAAAAAAAAfU/hMfBRzGnqms/s1600-h/DSC03348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284323374509680194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWwHI_xZkI/AAAAAAAAAfU/hMfBRzGnqms/s320/DSC03348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seafood porridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWwBJfVqBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/cwN3ak_RaQg/s1600-h/DSC03347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284323271562864658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWwBJfVqBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/cwN3ak_RaQg/s320/DSC03347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pumpkin porridge (more like a paste, actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWv3kqiyRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/GKYgO0iQg1c/s1600-h/DSC03355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284323107058927890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWv3kqiyRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/GKYgO0iQg1c/s320/DSC03355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Excuse me, Mr Chong..May I know what you are doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWvtzFO8fI/AAAAAAAAAe8/tLcrIO8tKJg/s1600-h/DSC03365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284322939130278386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWvtzFO8fI/AAAAAAAAAe8/tLcrIO8tKJg/s320/DSC03365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Free Hug...Free roses at In-sa dong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWviWa3EyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/WZuTzI-Lvao/s1600-h/DSC03405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284322742457799458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWviWa3EyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/WZuTzI-Lvao/s320/DSC03405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awaiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finally... our bunk room! Room 306&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWvZsWFEjI/AAAAAAAAAes/HZjJTR-ll6I/s1600-h/DSC03414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284322593724502578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWvZsWFEjI/AAAAAAAAAes/HZjJTR-ll6I/s320/DSC03414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The door, toilet, television, cupboard and beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWvS3mIc8I/AAAAAAAAAek/weG4aoJ4CCw/s1600-h/DSC03415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284322476485538754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWvS3mIc8I/AAAAAAAAAek/weG4aoJ4CCw/s320/DSC03415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My bed for more than 4 nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWvLbpjfdI/AAAAAAAAAec/nvmU49nFjbk/s1600-h/DSC03416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284322348724616658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWvLbpjfdI/AAAAAAAAAec/nvmU49nFjbk/s320/DSC03416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a.k.a Army Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWvCyWcIDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/zyoHE0llmUE/s1600-h/DSC03420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284322200199634994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWvCyWcIDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/zyoHE0llmUE/s320/DSC03420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dinner night at Apujeong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWu2LB-YQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ph3qsx_8hI0/s1600-h/DSC03469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284321983486386434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWu2LB-YQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ph3qsx_8hI0/s320/DSC03469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spicy chicken feast at Chicken Restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Visit to Han-young Foreign Language High School...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWut6KuOiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GvbMgUK4HUQ/s1600-h/DSC03507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284321841520720418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWut6KuOiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GvbMgUK4HUQ/s320/DSC03507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Korean Language lesson by Korean students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWueEhspPI/AAAAAAAAAd0/v7R1gby3P6s/s1600-h/DSC03514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284321569423533298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWueEhspPI/AAAAAAAAAd0/v7R1gby3P6s/s320/DSC03514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Canteen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWuWsOXHZI/AAAAAAAAAds/dINzPLDVKww/s1600-h/DSC03517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284321442640895378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWuWsOXHZI/AAAAAAAAAds/dINzPLDVKww/s320/DSC03517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Canteen's Food (3000 won)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWuL3_Br2I/AAAAAAAAAdk/yTdyhKr9tj0/s1600-h/DSC03526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284321256819240802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWuL3_Br2I/AAAAAAAAAdk/yTdyhKr9tj0/s320/DSC03526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Korean students singing for us, after interaction with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWuC_cqNDI/AAAAAAAAAdc/CyxUMCngS_8/s1600-h/DSC03527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284321104203756594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWuC_cqNDI/AAAAAAAAAdc/CyxUMCngS_8/s320/DSC03527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We talked, and snapped pictures &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284327547661354850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWz6DMqh2I/AAAAAAAAAgE/b2mgaK8zQDE/s320/IMG_1486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Enjoying every moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWt7VwDXNI/AAAAAAAAAdU/RB2mHoUi-2o/s1600-h/DSC03531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284320972751723730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWt7VwDXNI/AAAAAAAAAdU/RB2mHoUi-2o/s320/DSC03531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bye-bye Han-young! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWtt7r_1gI/AAAAAAAAAdM/5z4gP1hW0wM/s1600-h/DSC03563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284320742417094146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWtt7r_1gI/AAAAAAAAAdM/5z4gP1hW0wM/s320/DSC03563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner at E-mart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tour at Gyeong-bok Palace...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284320352610447330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWtXPi2b-I/AAAAAAAAAc8/7kfRcuv0H7w/s320/DSC03583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWtefIg5SI/AAAAAAAAAdE/VA2xU2VsLCc/s1600-h/DSC03578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284320477054035234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWtefIg5SI/AAAAAAAAAdE/VA2xU2VsLCc/s320/DSC03578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The procession of Imperial Generals attending Court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWtO6aD4KI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GgxqU8I1-RY/s1600-h/DSC03596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284320209497481378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWtO6aD4KI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GgxqU8I1-RY/s320/DSC03596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Imperial guards on duty in Modern day korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWtFLpjZSI/AAAAAAAAAcs/NEEE5H0pRBY/s1600-h/DSC03643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284320042327172386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWtFLpjZSI/AAAAAAAAAcs/NEEE5H0pRBY/s320/DSC03643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I mean the scenery...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWs5z9_EII/AAAAAAAAAck/vuP1qBIIcj8/s1600-h/DSC03651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284319846991859842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWs5z9_EII/AAAAAAAAAck/vuP1qBIIcj8/s320/DSC03651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mountain from afar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWswPz_QWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ljyxEftHHw0/s1600-h/DSC03670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284319682667430242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWswPz_QWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ljyxEftHHw0/s320/DSC03670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest place of the Emperor or Empress, I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWslkXMsGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/RgVWmYCa0qs/s1600-h/DSC03679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284319499205259362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWslkXMsGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/RgVWmYCa0qs/s320/DSC03679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWsd1OSz_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/EnRyFMkhIXc/s1600-h/DSC03683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284319366292361202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWsd1OSz_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/EnRyFMkhIXc/s320/DSC03683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, cute korean toddler and his mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWsTdnWqzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/iYpjdYz1GbA/s1600-h/DSC03686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284319188156328754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWsTdnWqzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/iYpjdYz1GbA/s320/DSC03686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Modern day guards on duty in the palace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWsLZrxZFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sdNIrjXnW4I/s1600-h/DSC03689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284319049662162002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWsLZrxZFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sdNIrjXnW4I/s320/DSC03689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our way to Dr. kim's Plastic Surgery Centre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWsDlRRgKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/W9oVq5bdoFQ/s1600-h/DSC03694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284318915333292194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWsDlRRgKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/W9oVq5bdoFQ/s320/DSC03694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Shenn, stop fantasizing him...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWr7_TVeqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/MabgC6XxgJE/s1600-h/DSC03712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284318784882309794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWr7_TVeqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/MabgC6XxgJE/s320/DSC03712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Conference at the Plastic Surgery Centre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284331867423765522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVW31fkR9BI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PN2-JD2Qp8o/s320/DSC03721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mickey So, the manager of Crocs Shoes at Lotte Departmental Store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Er... I bought a Levis' shoes from him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Visit to National Museum of Korea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWrnzrKvcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/x10dFIOhb0Q/s1600-h/DSC03741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284318438163660226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWrnzrKvcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/x10dFIOhb0Q/s320/DSC03741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Food culture lesson and lunch at the same time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWrcJHTAzI/AAAAAAAAAbU/vYVbs5IT7HM/s1600-h/DSC03907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284318237760357170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWrcJHTAzI/AAAAAAAAAbU/vYVbs5IT7HM/s320/DSC03907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wan Rong, Nicholas, Shawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWrRjmlSlI/AAAAAAAAAbM/8Kic_B5-Jj8/s1600-h/DSC03908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284318055892339282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWrRjmlSlI/AAAAAAAAAbM/8Kic_B5-Jj8/s320/DSC03908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shenn, does Wan Rong's presence make you feel weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWrJQQbljI/AAAAAAAAAbE/du-cpMMpu0A/s1600-h/DSC03910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284317913260201522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWrJQQbljI/AAAAAAAAAbE/du-cpMMpu0A/s320/DSC03910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cherie, Huilin, Yi Xuan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284317752982268546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWq_7LMaoI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7iRIK92cALM/s320/DSC03911.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Shopping centre at Dong Dae Mun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWq18xx_RI/AAAAAAAAAa0/WTLZPTleWIM/s1600-h/DSC03922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284317581613858066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWq18xx_RI/AAAAAAAAAa0/WTLZPTleWIM/s320/DSC03922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dessert after Dinner, Cherry Jubilee Ice Cream from Baskin Robins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWqtqw8L2I/AAAAAAAAAas/1Dc_xJAR0LY/s1600-h/DSC03924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284317439339540322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWqtqw8L2I/AAAAAAAAAas/1Dc_xJAR0LY/s320/DSC03924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New dress bought at Dong Dae Mun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Know more about Han-Bok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWqj-GahWI/AAAAAAAAAak/59OdWGeOiqY/s1600-h/DSC03970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284317272731190626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWqj-GahWI/AAAAAAAAAak/59OdWGeOiqY/s320/DSC03970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painting of famous Han-Bok designer (The Old Lady)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWqYZUQzUI/AAAAAAAAAac/oC2FV9Goyd0/s1600-h/DSC03929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284317073878601026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWqYZUQzUI/AAAAAAAAAac/oC2FV9Goyd0/s320/DSC03929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Old Lady's experiments of designs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWqQBVBL9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/WaRPm_6eDwg/s1600-h/DSC03935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284316930000367570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWqQBVBL9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/WaRPm_6eDwg/s320/DSC03935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bridegroom's and Bride's Traditional Wedding Costumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWqBIEAZzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/10cm0F7Q7sg/s1600-h/DSC03997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284316674110023474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWqBIEAZzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/10cm0F7Q7sg/s320/DSC03997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ginseng Chicken Soup for lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(rice inside the chicken!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fun at Folk Museum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWp0M6TvaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/8bFn7pIKri4/s1600-h/DSC04007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284316452073225634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWp0M6TvaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/8bFn7pIKri4/s320/DSC04007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWprUyAo8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kbE9rMVMqLQ/s1600-h/DSC04017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284316299567080386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWprUyAo8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kbE9rMVMqLQ/s320/DSC04017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWphW8ro3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ahFGJ-Qgrh0/s1600-h/DSC04028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284316128350020466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWphW8ro3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ahFGJ-Qgrh0/s320/DSC04028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Horsey..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWpamQ-ByI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZAa7JeqSJ4U/s1600-h/DSC04030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284316012202559266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWpamQ-ByI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZAa7JeqSJ4U/s320/DSC04030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Goatees..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWpParyzyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zn32reKv-mA/s1600-h/DSC04075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284315820115283746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWpParyzyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zn32reKv-mA/s320/DSC04075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been a pleasant visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWpIWxDKoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OV4fU5_cYko/s1600-h/DSC04078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284315698804501122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWpIWxDKoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OV4fU5_cYko/s320/DSC04078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best Friends Forever in the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;KBS - Korean National Television Broadcasting Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWpA6GDQ4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xZUodi7LX_A/s1600-h/DSC04092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284315570848875394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWpA6GDQ4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xZUodi7LX_A/s320/DSC04092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWo4XEYC8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/MOmoQPb4DiM/s1600-h/DSC04102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284315424007654338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWo4XEYC8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/MOmoQPb4DiM/s320/DSC04102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the studio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWouKU63uI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4JIGVES6PLY/s1600-h/DSC04121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284315248788692706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWouKU63uI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4JIGVES6PLY/s320/DSC04121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wardrobe room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWolm2N-8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZWEGrrnyTc/s1600-h/DSC04128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284315101825727426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWolm2N-8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZWEGrrnyTc/s320/DSC04128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWoWjWlJZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/EbzHDsCEBJU/s1600-h/DSC04131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284314843189683602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWoWjWlJZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/EbzHDsCEBJU/s320/DSC04131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moving through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWoPTLWdUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/yj64Vgutp04/s1600-h/DSC04132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284314718588532034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWoPTLWdUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/yj64Vgutp04/s320/DSC04132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their ballroom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWoJCxnoBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/IDQsFwKcVD8/s1600-h/DSC04135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284314611106422802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWoJCxnoBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/IDQsFwKcVD8/s320/DSC04135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Building a concert studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWn7T-tWCI/AAAAAAAAAYc/o8kqAW8x6SY/s1600-h/DSC04139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284314375206557730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWn7T-tWCI/AAAAAAAAAYc/o8kqAW8x6SY/s320/DSC04139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second helping of BR's Ice Cream - Shooting Stars!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DMZ - De-Militarization Zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWny3H5-_I/AAAAAAAAAYU/E0np0ZYxn2Y/s1600-h/DSC04145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284314230021553138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWny3H5-_I/AAAAAAAAAYU/E0np0ZYxn2Y/s320/DSC04145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just looking around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWnkJihpTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dqTiesGX-08/s1600-h/DSC04158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284313977267004722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWnkJihpTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dqTiesGX-08/s320/DSC04158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Freedom Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWnZOmqCDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/KCgCmo9vTrM/s1600-h/DSC04170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284313789647947826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWnZOmqCDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/KCgCmo9vTrM/s320/DSC04170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cherie and Huilin, The Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWnDvcQosI/AAAAAAAAAX8/rZKKnnH0fSY/s1600-h/DSC04237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284313420505588418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWnDvcQosI/AAAAAAAAAX8/rZKKnnH0fSY/s320/DSC04237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello, North Korea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmwMLL52I/AAAAAAAAAX0/mApUeMST8Ow/s1600-h/DSC04257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284313084621219682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmwMLL52I/AAAAAAAAAX0/mApUeMST8Ow/s320/DSC04257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The US Army Soldiers deployed in South Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmn-HheyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FtcAK4L8AaM/s1600-h/DSC04261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284312943408806690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmn-HheyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FtcAK4L8AaM/s320/DSC04261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cherie and Wan Rong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmevp5fDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qmcCpVaZe1I/s1600-h/DSC04274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284312784907631666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmevp5fDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qmcCpVaZe1I/s320/DSC04274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shawn and Cherie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmYS-0PPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5cYRWogsctI/s1600-h/DSC04283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284312674131524850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmYS-0PPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5cYRWogsctI/s320/DSC04283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foursome Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmQnbCNNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hL86hlWZS98/s1600-h/DSC04284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284312542179636434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmQnbCNNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hL86hlWZS98/s320/DSC04284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmJIFketI/AAAAAAAAAXM/QY61gof7HOU/s1600-h/DSC04296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284312413509024466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmJIFketI/AAAAAAAAAXM/QY61gof7HOU/s320/DSC04296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back in Myeong-dong, last lunch in korea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmArJmbuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/D5WmTHfWk2Q/s1600-h/DSC04300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284312268302348002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWmArJmbuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/D5WmTHfWk2Q/s320/DSC04300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what they are so interested about in that phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWl14A3FsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2h5XWdo6ydQ/s1600-h/DSC04301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284312082776790722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWl14A3FsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2h5XWdo6ydQ/s320/DSC04301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yi Xuan and Cherie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWlp7dFzWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Zp43HR5cAXo/s1600-h/DSC04314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284311877542071650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWlp7dFzWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Zp43HR5cAXo/s320/DSC04314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our way to Incheon Airport..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWldW0AGII/AAAAAAAAAWs/wV2dgFRsR0k/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284311661547624578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWldW0AGII/AAAAAAAAAWs/wV2dgFRsR0k/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Midnight Khakis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wan Rong, Clement, Shenn, Yi Xuan, Shawn, Yi Qian, Huilin, Cherie, Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till Then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-6839748373341016748?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6839748373341016748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=6839748373341016748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/6839748373341016748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/6839748373341016748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-seoul-good.html' title='It was Seoul good!!'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SVWw1-2ZZXI/AAAAAAAAAf8/kYf3HE4V7S4/s72-c/DSC03322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-2914227711098931777</id><published>2008-11-25T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:43:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ho, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ho,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm leaving, never gonna come back again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for 10 days!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My luggage is packed, my handbag at the ready, my winter coat in a bundle, now all I have to do is count down!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272449958335555426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SSuBTW6dJ2I/AAAAAAAAARI/E9yKPfyalqg/s200/DSC03310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My luggage is getting heavier. Know what I have inside it? Take a quick peek:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272450056006393250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SSuBZCw_3aI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_sudAlUO9Rg/s200/DSC03311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the things necessary to enjoy a vacation in Winter Korea! Wooosh! Will be seeing Huilin and Clement at 8pm, Terminal 1, Changi Airport! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm very relaxed now... going to have lunch and enjoy My Super ex-girlfriend at the same time. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-2914227711098931777?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2914227711098931777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=2914227711098931777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/2914227711098931777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/2914227711098931777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaving.html' title='Leaving...'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SSuBTW6dJ2I/AAAAAAAAARI/E9yKPfyalqg/s72-c/DSC03310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-6848208234586680158</id><published>2008-11-22T18:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:34:17.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so sleepy all of a sudden before logging in to blogspot. Unexplainable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm, after the work at Vivo GV, I worked at Padang, at the Breathe campaign organised by HPB. Beixin and I were made to give out freebies at the Rodeo station. There were poly guys there controlling the rodeo bull. It was fun to see people clinging on to the handle for dear life as the rodeo spinned so hysterically. Actually, it was the guys' doing that made people fall off and they still had the cheek to feign innocence. Raising up their hands and pointing at the machine implying that they didn't make the riders fall off. Lol. I am not complaining about them, I'm just trying to construct the comic scenario. Time passed as we both stood there, watching people queued up and jump on top of the bull. It was inspiring to see small sized primary school boys having the courage to try the thing out. They were so excited. I did try out the bull, only with BX controlling the machine. Slight movements made me screamed like I was in hell. It was a good experience though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures still with BX, havn't got the chance to get them from her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then it was work at Expo FoodFair. Like as it was in June, BX, Zoe, Gordon and I promoted F&amp;amp;N drinks for the consumers. Similarly, I stood the entire day and my legs went sore. A day's rest and the legs could still manage. Worked 4 days in total. Promoting drinks at Expo twice made me realise something. As a consumer myself, I didn't think the promoters' job isn't that tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I became the promoter myself, things were so different. You had to keep pouring drink samples into the cups, which went missing almost immediately when the last drop of juice dripped in. Your hands were in a mechanic state, pouring and pouring. You think the hand exercise is something good, yeah maybe. But you would not feel the same when you have to battle the pain in your legs, the numbness in your hand and the endless requests of trying the drink you are promoting. It sure was an experience to tell me that working for money ISN'T easy at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No Pain, No Gain! How true huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe, I was despatched to help out at the ice cream side during my last 2 days at work. It was relatively easier to promote ice cream. I got to chat (just a little) with the auntie and her son selling ice cream there. So I wasn't bored. I had people to talk to. :) Soon, foodfair was OVER! Yay! We don't have to reek of fried food and oil anymore. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next Tuesday is the day which Huilin, Clement and I would be sharing our special date. 25th November 2008, 8pm, Terminal 1. We will be taking off to.......................................................................................................&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;KOREA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Korea, sparkling!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To be honest, I am not very excited about the trip. I guess I am just afraid that I would be home-sick and start crying when I don't get to see my family for a whole 10 days or so. I'm not the touchy-touchy or extremely emotional type of person, but I think I would still miss mummy, daddy and sis. But I think I will enjoy this expensive trip with my friends! :D I must try to enjoy myself when I'm there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Homework and revision undone. Animes galore! No time to watch them all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Steamboat delight for class outing please...! This is something new, well at least to me, and I wish to try that out. The steamboat with classmates, I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Till Then. Korea, here we come! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-6848208234586680158?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6848208234586680158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=6848208234586680158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/6848208234586680158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/6848208234586680158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward?'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-5011412016824243273</id><published>2008-11-05T20:17:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:50:23.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes, VAMPIRE KNIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing can express my boundless love for the best anime in year 2008. Yup, that's this year. Only pictures of the anime can stun me and remind me how much I love this anime. Whoever out there thinks I'm crazy and thinks that animes are not worth my time and energy, SHUT UP! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265147220302322274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGPgDxBWmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qcdgX-NLXU4/s200/885426857_a998a32750.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The trio: &lt;strong&gt;Zero. Yuuki. Kaname. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265147306459642434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGPlEuhukI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ImBZdJ0NXHE/s200/1444051000_23d0f4bf79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265147418147016786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGPrky30FI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vyUlCfxHF6o/s200/2189033482_ae07c00273.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anime guys are HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265147497431028834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGPwMJp1GI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c74YKpSzbj0/s200/2189038070_88739e4420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265147593982537458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGP1z1U7vI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0bqTG8o7omc/s200/2558688286_ae72a1a0dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, this picture is nice with the snow flying around and the colour is almost perfect. But it's not really my favourite. I'd rather the guy to be &lt;strong&gt;Zero&lt;/strong&gt;. Same for the bottom one too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265147680656863970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGP62uGMuI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6j9xDoahong/s200/2570552712_d0ef88b34a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265147885308530562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGQGxG2z4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/BA0V86-z1Io/s200/2628131481_e89df7e229.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh, here,&lt;strong&gt; Zero&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Yuuki&lt;/strong&gt;. But the setting doesn't seem to be fit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265147969655746210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGQLrUzLqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oCc5xCAl6VY/s200/Kaname.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265148060804570162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGQQ-4X3DI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ASlO6pFKpfc/s200/kaname_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaname Kuran&lt;/strong&gt;, the pure-blooded vampire, respected by all vampires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265148206486467602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGQZdlpNBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Z2KKVbpTlRM/s200/kaname_and_Yuuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265148313623700050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGQfstJolI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TST25UaKmtw/s200/prince_kaname.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, he's rather hot in this picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265148533355123122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGQsfRNEbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rLalgC-ZqQE/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265148812926489426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGQ8wwNk1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/1ofl0rnGwAI/s200/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265149247113749890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGRWCOhZYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/zEAFSLt24GU/s200/vampire_knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Night class of Cross Academy. The Vampires.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265149637998519282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGRsyYto_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/RMIqrf3XKY0/s200/Vampire_Knight_-_Yuki_and_Zero_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265149474246150002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGRjQXGx3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/y246YHVEnt8/s200/Vampire_Knight1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265149879016202434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGR60PzoMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TsNtyYwpn5s/s200/Vampire_Knight_wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265150090218386658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGSHHCVNOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/sg3XOVIp8TQ/s200/Yuki_Cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265150222348465458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGSOzQmNTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/K-qFTodDlYo/s200/Yuuki_and_Zero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265150467220798946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGSdDetfeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/58e3MpQlb98/s200/Yuuki_Cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265150660530102578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGSoTnPYTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/DvJAaxalkcQ/s200/Zero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265150797516356834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGSwR7TvOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_2it8Yx_2yU/s200/Zero_Kiryu_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You never know when this seemingly never ending pictures of &lt;strong&gt;Vampire Knight&lt;/strong&gt; might end. Here's the last picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265151010894444306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGS8s0m9xI/AAAAAAAAARA/Dl8UzXrtWRY/s200/Zero_Kiryu_wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZERO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought of filling a post with all Twilight pictures I have. But the urge of posting all pictures I have of this anime overruled. It shall be next time for Twilight to be featured then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Till then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-5011412016824243273?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5011412016824243273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=5011412016824243273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/5011412016824243273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/5011412016824243273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-yes-vampire-knight.html' title='Oh yes, VAMPIRE KNIGHT'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SRGPgDxBWmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qcdgX-NLXU4/s72-c/885426857_a998a32750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-2814869195514363549</id><published>2008-10-30T19:52:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:56:11.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Typical blog that starts like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XD Today, I did this... blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I saw them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I veri angri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I... (can't think of any already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mine's different:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TODAY, there's NO Bandito! Mr. Lim called for KFC delivery to school, crispy and original fried chicken, and 4 large mashed potato. Thank you Mr. Lim, though there was no Bandito for Cherie. It's been ages since I gulped Banditoes. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262916818189030242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQmi9kaWE2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5AjE0HbKfBw/s200/DSC03011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finger Licking Good? You bet it was. Oh, nearly forgot, there was popcorn chicken! Zoe and Huilin's favourite. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262917218986451234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQmjU5f5YSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Kg_RUxHJGjE/s200/DSC03012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who can say no to food?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262921516713016594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQmnPDxwfRI/AAAAAAAAANY/Jdy3UOUKoV0/s200/DSC03013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YES! YES! YES! We finished our A levels Mother Tongue Exam today! Jiamin said that the paper was damn easy, I felt that the paper was relatively easy. A grade? Fingers crossed.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yipee! My blog seems to be coming alive since the start of yesterday - The beginning of holidays! Or maybe it's because it's linked to the class blog. So if people were to drop by and there's nothing recent here, it would be funny. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms Chew is very nice, she made cards for all of 08A03 encouraging us to do well in Economics. Though they were simple, but they were thoughtful. Psst! As the Econs rep, uh hum, I got something extra! Hehee. My fingers are snapping from over-surfing earlier on and from now, typing here and there. To be honest, I don't seem to have a topic to talk about, there's quite a lot of things that I want to blog, but don't know where to start. I'm just doing things randomly now! Wooohooo! Gifts from Ms Chew: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262920162253237346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQmmAOBYbGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/W_KAEgGDTs4/s200/DSC03014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262920273516776770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQmmGsgrTUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Vr-yosUY8vw/s200/DSC03015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262920431595852242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQmmP5ZqkdI/AAAAAAAAANA/B44fffk9kJE/s200/DSC03016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262920601925023474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQmmZz7TdvI/AAAAAAAAANI/63ZrVCuUUJo/s200/DSC03017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262920784517507970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQmmkcIvq4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/eAVObSkAq2c/s200/DSC03018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a few pieces of the cards with me now, the rest are distributed to them when I see them after the exam. So people, people (to those who didn't receive their cards yet), if you ever drop by my blog, please remember to look for me and get them! The messages are calling out to you! Charmaine has the cards of all the hockey girls, she said she will be meeting you girls for practices during the break, so if you are eager to get hold of yours, let her know! That is if you read this part of the blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adrian smsed me for my picture. They needed our photos for our profiles. Beixin too. :D I didn't have his number before, so I thought it was Lisa using another number to contact me. I asked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'R u Lisa?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He replied: 'No..this is Adrian'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, Beixin and I were having troubles looking for the suitable picures to send them last night, but couldn't find any. SO! I had to take a new picture just now, it turned out like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262928802906644994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQmt3K9sIgI/AAAAAAAAANg/6fYzD1DGzjs/s200/DSC03026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simple and er... it looks ok to me. Seems like a 2nd picture blogging day! YAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, went to Vivo GV and became a cheerleader there for a while, on a Sunday. The premier of High School Musical - Senior Year. I don't really like HSM but, yeah, just went there to push my luck around. See what I will gain from there. It was a premier for all the celebrities and their kids. So there were Zoe Tay, Ivy Lee, Adrian Pang, Hong Hui Fang, Huang Si Nan, Edmund Chen and wife, Xiang Yun, Michelle (the short and plump girl from J Team), and... JIANG CHENG XI (!!!) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; his very short girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL. He's quite cute actually, my sis saw him and whispered to me. I think he heard her and he kept turning his head to look at us, the people who recognised him. I guess he felt a little happy that there are people who know him. He was smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's me and my fellow workers posing for a photographer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262932777432058658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQmxehOZCyI/AAAAAAAAANw/87-sDTV1sFU/s200/DSC02853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before the celebrities go into the theatre, we had to run out from inside and cheer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go Wildcats Go!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;x3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Go....WILDCATS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very Weird!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was ill that day, feeling a little uncomfortable on my nose. But luckily I took panadol before going so it wasn't that bad. The entire experience was quite nice. At the end, us workers had the opportunity to watch the movie inside but only a few girls went in. The rest of them sat somewhere and ate the extra sandwiches provided for the people who came for the premier. My sis and I went to change and were prepared to go with mummy and daddy. Not only sandwiches, we had Swensens Vanilla ice cream and F&amp;amp;N Mangosteen and Pomegranate juice provided for the event. FOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New shot of me, among a few of them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262935101835419154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQmzl0TVnhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/N4GGx0kft2Q/s200/DSC02989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not cam-whoring, but am trying to have new pieces of photos of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HO HO! I can't wait for Twilight - The movie to come up right away! Robert Pattinson is Edward Cullen! What a cutey. But Jade found out another guy in Twilight, Jackson Rathbone more alluring. Yes, indeed he is alluring, and borned in Singapore! So hot! Both of them. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so jumping with joy! ARGH!!! But first: I must get to read the book! Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262936199746006690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQm0luVnrqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/pv4PzcM62_M/s200/2871062951_ae749933d6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a Vampire-Human Love Story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just love this kind of fantasy and action! Wooohooo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm really adding a lot of stuff in this post. Nice one. Everything posted so randomly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND! I must finish reading The Unfortunate Miss Fortunes. Read it in the school's library halfway. I definitely must get hold of this book. I love Romance! Little Black Dress books are just the right thing that ever appeared on Earth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, yes, they are chick-flicks, but they satisfy every girl's dream of falling/being in love in the most special ways. Wallpaper of TUMF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262937462817238498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQm1vPpRLeI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LAGk6S4mEZg/s200/tumf_wallpaperA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So pretty! Another one of it is my desktop wallpaper! All &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So calm and serene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A trip to NLB after CO practice tomorrow to scout for these two books, if not, I'm considering buying them. But I'm broke. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Till Then. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-2814869195514363549?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2814869195514363549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=2814869195514363549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/2814869195514363549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/2814869195514363549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of The End'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQmi9kaWE2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5AjE0HbKfBw/s72-c/DSC03011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-6755571178180556970</id><published>2008-10-29T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:19:50.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weird, the picture on my blog cannot be seen anymore!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't get the hang of this thing, I cannot even change my blogskin ! Those pretty pretty blogskins cannot be uploaded on my blog! Urgh. I think I will change it, but am too lazy to do it. If I had to change, then my links will go missing and I have to re enter all of them! Maybe until when I think I am way too free then I will do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't realise that my blog was linked to our class blog until just now, ok, I'm gonna link my class blog's url on my page later on. It's been such a looooong time since I blogged. I don't want it to look so desolate, so yeah, me here filling in words! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy times. Sad times. Both were experienced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last words before tomorrow's A levels Mother Tongue: GOOD LUCK TO ME and GOOD LUCK TO MY CLASSMATES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holiday Assignment: Part-Timing, A Trip and some school's homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KFC treat by Mr. Lim tomorrow! I love Bandito! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photos? Next round, probably! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, maybe just one we took today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262561259321728050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQhflUaanDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TYFvxFlRDjY/s200/DSC03010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love you girls!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-6755571178180556970?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6755571178180556970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=6755571178180556970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/6755571178180556970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/6755571178180556970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SQhflUaanDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TYFvxFlRDjY/s72-c/DSC03010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-1043599503968259405</id><published>2008-09-30T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:07:34.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooo hooo!</title><content type='html'>The exams are over! YaY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm allowed to slack, but who cares? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still lessons though. Ah well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's anime time! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-1043599503968259405?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1043599503968259405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=1043599503968259405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/1043599503968259405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/1043599503968259405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/wooo-hooo.html' title='Wooo hooo!'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-7609521862342058557</id><published>2008-08-22T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:41:54.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird, Wacky World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things happened recently (in particular, today) and they leave me puzzled. I'm not that shocked, but I'm exasperated at how human beings can behave sometimes. The content covered in this post is not related to anyone in my school. It's about someone else's school. The people in that someone else's school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those bunch,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;already torn and tattered, but still seem very oblivious to it. What is the matter with them? I'm sure they know they aren't a very good, perfect herd of sweeties, but they are still acting like they are so innocent. When crude language pours out from their mouths every now and then, and the teachers couldn't stand lasting a conversation with them for more than 30 seconds. They rebut the people with authority, purposely behave like typical hooligans and one of them, just one of them, can top the stupid class in academic! Three lines down the side of my face... the feeling of unfairness etched across my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the TOPPER is the leader of that herd! A girl, who behaves like everyone should succumb to her, like that someone had owed her a living. What makes her so...no. Why is she equipped with the ability to excel in her studies while part-timing as a gang master? Is this suppose to fit the theory that life isn't fair/unfair? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life isn't fair because she is able to top the class, and Life is fair just because she has her short-comings too - A demure lass with a smelly reputation? Does that balance up the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't help feeling uncomfortable for that someone. That someone is undergoing so much pressure already, she doesn't deserve all the nonsensical, childish jealous remarks from that herd of girls. That herd consists of boys too, boys who have no backbone of their own. Boys who are pressed under the thumbs of those, in actual fact, incompetent girls! If you are under the thumb of some competent ladies, then it's fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why make life miserable for others? Don't they believe in retribution? Why don't people reflect on themselves and see the log in their own eyes? I should think the logs are in their brains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IT DAWNED ON ME THAT THERE MIGHT BE INJUSTICE IN THIS WACKY WORLD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I believe that God will smooth everything out for us, it's just a matter of time. I trust you, Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not as if that someone was the one who started badmouthing anyone or backstabbing anyone. No, she is well-brought up, sensitive to people's feelings (just like me) and good natured. So what if all the boys in school flock to her? Are those bunch even jealous because of this? Come on, you must be of some quality to be jealous, right? The fact that is they don't have any sound qualities, how can they make people favour them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I pray almost everyday that this herd would stop bugging her, and to leave her alone. Then we wouldn't be depress about it, worried for her. We want to be STRESS-FREE! I will not cease praying, one day, these people will get what they deserve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-7609521862342058557?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7609521862342058557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=7609521862342058557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/7609521862342058557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/7609521862342058557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/weird-wacky-world.html' title='Weird, Wacky World'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-7173341984283436767</id><published>2008-08-19T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:58:01.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So dead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XY asked whether this blog is dead, I told him verbally: 'Yeah, kind of...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But here am I proving the opposite, with something really short!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zoe congratulated me yesterday for not blogging for exactly a month ...! LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too busy to care about blogs now, urgh, PW, PW and more PW ! Charmaine and I are working our heads off together! We just have to keep carrying on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Don't stop never give up!' - S Club 7 (Favourite band when I was in lower primary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love all my girl-friends in JJ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still remember my friends from PSS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This blog is still alive! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-7173341984283436767?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7173341984283436767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=7173341984283436767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/7173341984283436767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/7173341984283436767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-dead.html' title='So dead...'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-6977747367063667218</id><published>2008-07-19T17:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T18:04:28.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kind of think blogging is stupid now, waste of time what with all the assignments and tests going on in school. Bleh. But why am I doing here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doing nothing, seriously. I just wanna blabber what I did earlier this morning and afternoon. Can't I even get the chance to blog? After such a long time? I promise, after typing all these, I'm off to bathe and clearing those junks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;History make up lesson today. It ended quite early, to our surprise, and of course to our delight. :P Then Zoe decided that she wanna have lunch at MacDonald's. It seems that XY and HL were possessing thoughts of going too. I wondered if I should go, because I certainly did not forget about the junks waiting for me at home. I suggested KFC, my comrades didn't mind. So it was KFC alright... YeeaaaH. I called mummy to let her know about it, she said OK. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We practically strolled to the familiar market place. Why familiar? Because since little I've been visiting this area when we are still staying around the estate. Our former home was just a few bus stops down JJ. There was this new chain of stores built along the side, fruit sellers, clothes sellers, fish mongers, butchers were all there. It has been like this for a while, I wondered why they were there. Now it dawn on me that they were the stall holders at the hawker centre/market place. Honestly, it had only occurred to me only NOW, as I'm typing all these! The stores built outside were temporary as the entire hawker centre/market place is being renovated. Anyway, that is not the main point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Main point was I spotted Mangosteens selling at $1 per kg. Damn it, I think it's a steal. I called mummy again, she loves the Queen of fruits, and asked her if she wants it. She was ok with it. I told HL and Zoe that I'm gonna buy them after lunch. They said alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were at the smallest KFC branch I ever been to. I think XY ordered O.R Fillet burger, while we 3 girls got Zinger student meal. Yum yum. I miss Bandito meal, it isn't included in the range of student meals already! WHY? What happened? Too costly to put it on offer for us students? Why deprive me of having it? I love Bandito sooooo much! I think KFC should reconsider putting Bandito student meal up again! I had to choose my 2nd favourite choice, not that I'm complaining, but still.... you get the drift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 little kids were trying to slid pamphlets through the joined glass walls of KFC. I found them amusing and told the rest about it. LOL. Then I reminded my friends of the Jia Xiang Mian cheer. You know, the noodle advertisement that uses a really... uhm...contemporary sort of cheer to make an impression on it's viewers. I even suggested using this cheer for Bannister house. It goes like this: Banni, Banni, Banni! Ster, Ster, Ster! Haha. Whatever. Surprisingly, the 2 kids started saying the cheer as well, the noodle one, I mean. They wouldn't know about Bannister, although I did teach them before we left. Haha, and I kind of joked and talked to them, especially the boy, since he was the more naughty one then his sister. XY said I was bad influence to kids. Hey, just because they heard me saying the cheer and they started saying it too, doesn't mean I'm teaching them the negatives. Why don't you say that the media is at fault? Woohoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We left. Left KFC, I mean. XY went on his way to church. There left 3 girls, who roamed around the area and visited Guardian and Good Luck Provision shop. Then we went back to the mangosteen stall, and took our pick. I mentioned to my comrades that I wasn't adept at choosing the better mangosteens. A helpful auntie taught me to choose the ones that feel soft when you squeeze them. We, HL and me followed what she said. We spent exactly a dollar on 10 mangosteens each. Delightful! Zoe helped us choose too! Albeit the fact that she didn't buy, she basked in the fun too. Hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Home alone. Bought mummy and sis their lunch at the coffeeshop near our home. The new home, to reinforce the point that we left the former home few stops aways from JJ since I was 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sat in the comfort of our oriental sofa and read another chapter of Magic or Madness. Or is it Magic and Madness? Whatever. :) I took a nap after that and woke up only about 30 minutes before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't resist borrowing the books from library. To top it up, most of them were books written by Meg Cabot. OK, I admit it, she's one of my favourite authors, alongside J.K Rowling. The 1st 2 series of 1-800-Where-R-You is with me now. And Jinx. Great books. 4th one was borrowed yesterday, Magic or Madness. Affirmative, it's 'or' between the two M words. I hope the person who borrowed the last 2 series of 1-800-Where-R-You returned them to the library soon, I so wanna finish them off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Way before that, I've read All American Girl, All American Girl - Ready or not. Nice books, all by Cabot. Miss them so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh OH! Not forgetting I am doing really well at solving the Rubik's cube. I'm nearly there now, following the steps taught by a young lad called Dan Brown on Youtube. Zhi Hui was the one who noticed this guy shared the same name as the author of The Da Vinci Code. Such coincidence. :P Only, I don't own the authentic Rubik's cube, mine is called the Magic Cube, bought long long ago. I told myself, if I really manage to solve it, I will buy the real Rubik's cube and start playing. Wheeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think this blog is the most meaninful blog I've ever blogged. I can't explain it easily. It just is. Meaningful, I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Off to the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-6977747367063667218?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6977747367063667218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=6977747367063667218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/6977747367063667218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/6977747367063667218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/whatever.html' title='Whatever...'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-7364897190576827780</id><published>2008-07-12T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:16:23.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a short one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sprained my ankle, during PC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First time ever!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Common tests next week, let it all come to an end! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-7364897190576827780?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7364897190576827780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=7364897190576827780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/7364897190576827780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/7364897190576827780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-short-one.html' title='Just a short one...'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-7982114809060611003</id><published>2008-06-27T18:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:14:04.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Intricacies of Life... Rant over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You think you're are great, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you are just like me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like all of us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A mere insignificant human being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You admit that you're intellectually gifted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and consider it as a good point, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I see it as one too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You pointed out the log in my eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you never saw the one in yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me point it to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're obnoxious, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arrogant, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;detestable at many times, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scornful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rebellious, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;insensitive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gloomy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your sense of humour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;may offset some of the negatives, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but your words wounded deeply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, I'm not saying all these in a fit of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just find you pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You see us as revolving around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your Solar System, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But have you thought of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;otherwise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am able to forgive you for what you have said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm sorry and worried for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you will open up your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to feel and see the light? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall keep you in my prayers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in Jesus's name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He had died for the sins you've commited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the cross, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please don't disappoint Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be humble and gracious, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fellow follower of Christ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or you've lived in vain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's either you accept who I am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or keep your bloody comments to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOURSELF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's because I've done the same for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They say you will not stop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unless you've seen the damage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone learnt from his mistakes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I like him even more now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's a nice chap in general. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don't reflect, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You will find it difficult &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to face this cruel World in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;future, brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We shall coorperate and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;complete our work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then shall we move on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in separate ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you still see me as what you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perceived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best wishes to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-7982114809060611003?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Rant over!'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-4013142556665176871</id><published>2008-06-17T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:54:23.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What else can I do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm super bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Literature Retreat briefing and Some Minister Dialouge Session training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is really unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what I did last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I do, I've finished reading the 4 books I borrowed from library again. It was rather fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did CIP with HuiLin at CCK MRT Station, Lot One Shopping Centre. - 7 hrs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Jogging with Joanne one particular day. Stadium was closed, so went to the park near our homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Ah gong twice within last week. Love him lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW's WR finally established.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadistic Shaun played a prank on me. Again. During the holidays. Or should I say, it was just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm in Vietnam now.' He said. Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Lear's remaining notes to be printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics to be studied for test once school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BBQed with Secondary Schoolmates, 4V5 &amp;amp; 4V6!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went for my new CCA training the first time last week! :) Playing the flute now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would dread the holidays a little, cuz I'll miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I dread going back to school. I'm happy to be seeing my friends tomorrow, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch my Animes and Movies online! At home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Anime is loading now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shall return to that page and enjoy my show! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-4013142556665176871?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4013142556665176871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=4013142556665176871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/4013142556665176871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/4013142556665176871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-else-can-i-do.html' title='What else can I do?'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-5527955851447058257</id><published>2008-06-04T13:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:41.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness is... ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so lazy to blog, even if now are the holidays. I don't bother. Well, I'm gonna just type less and show a bit more - of photos, that is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, last week, hmm. I worked for 3 days at the Expo Food Fair. Zoe, Beixin and I stood there for the entire day, trying to sell off the cartons and cartons or F&amp;amp;N drinks. As I said in my msn nick before: 'Food galore, but legs are sore!' My legs were sore from standing so long behind the counters and I tried to shake my legs to relieve myself of the numbness in my muscles. I didn't take any photos of my work place though, but I managed to snap photos of my favourite Mediacorp artiste! PORNSAK!! He's so damn cute! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902762058588370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SEYv-C1HINI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sfQnfT3rtmo/s200/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He kept fidgeting, so all photos of him are kind of blurrish. Hehe. But, he's cute, no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was work at the Expo. But we didn't stop there. Zoe and I went all the way to Potong Pasir, Angsana Ave to do some more part timing. But it was only for one day. We went to the CNS boss's house to do some taping of advertising brochures and packing of Narnia playing cards for Swensens. Though the pay was quite low, but it wasn't as exhausting as working in Expo. We sat at the 'work place' in the terrace house, with the air-con switched on, drank some F&amp;amp;N Nutritea and chatted while we finish the work off. I realised that CNS is a company hired by F&amp;amp;N to organise the stall at Expo. No photos of the 'work place' either, kind of rude if I took photos there, it is someone else's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found a new love. I make my mum and Jiamin(which she refuses) to call me Mrs. Barnes. I know I'm crazy... but now I'm crazy in love with Ben Barnes, Ben for Benjamin, Prince Caspian of The Chronicles of Narnia. He's super super cute... and dashing! I love him... oh gosh, why is it so warm in here? Why are my cheeks flushing??? Oh! Nah, it's indeed warm but my cheeks aren't red, at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207899737333827026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SEYtN-2iBdI/AAAAAAAAALY/JqQc58plE2o/s200/narnia2_intl_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gasp! He look so cool in the poster! That's my man!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoosh! Go Caspian (Ben)!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He shares the same name in the movie as my distant cousin living in the UK too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902359711461330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SEYvmn-FL9I/AAAAAAAAALw/Q3Th-XBpZww/s200/Ben+Barnes.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207900670480867394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SEYuETGH4EI/AAAAAAAAALo/G9z5bCWZQxU/s200/279336536_661fd22c99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and again, him, with short hair!!! Argghhhh! SO CUTE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe he kissed Susan in the movie, oh well, I can get over that. But it was a little disappointing to see that Caspian and Susan won't work out together in the movie, because Susan said: 'I'm 13oo years older than you...'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter... that doesn't bother me too much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've finished reading the 4 books I borrowed before the holidays. I was done with them at the beginning of the first week of the holidays. I was amazed at the speed I read them. Went back to school today for the training of dialogue session with minister of state and after which I made a trip to the library with Jiamin to borrow another FOUR books.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not forgetting that I have also started reading on Charles Dickens' Great Expectations. The beginning of the story makes me hungry to read on further, it was not like reading Oliver Twist the last time. I had to go to the school's library and extend that book for four times! Four again. Do I have an affinity with this particular number, hmm. But my favourite number is... well, I don't really have a favourite number, but 4 is not on my top list if I were to make a list of my favourite numbers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207903184022688210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SEYwWmxMUdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/o20YrK7fQXU/s200/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first four books read during the start of holidays... they were returned to their home this morning first thing when I reached school. I miss them dearly now... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that is all I have to type... PW is still in the making. GP will be discussed tonight with Arthur and Aaron, Jiamin will be working, so not inclusive of this fair maiden. She sprained her ankle while practising hockey this morning. Clumsy lass. I shouldn't say that of her, cuz at many times I'm clumsy too. Econs to be revised for next term's test. Econs is making everyone dizzy and in the end, it seems that I've typed quite a lot in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-5527955851447058257?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5527955851447058257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=5527955851447058257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/5527955851447058257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/5527955851447058257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/laziness-is-me.html' title='Laziness is... ME!'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SEYv-C1HINI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sfQnfT3rtmo/s72-c/DSC00810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-7030604213557717770</id><published>2008-05-24T17:39:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday bash - Bukit Chandu! + Many many other things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I almost forgot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what I wanted to talk about when I click on 'new post' just now. No doubt, I have STM. Well, well, well... June holidays are here. It's been long awaited and kind of dreading for me. Long awaited because we can finally slip out of our homework days and I can stop seeing those irritating boys in my class. Dreading because I will miss most of my friends in school! Awww... but I will be seeing them either in school or during CIP or part-timing. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talking about boys... hmmm. Jiamin mentioned that she hasn't got much problems with boys in secondary school, but now, the boys in JC - in our class, are totally being incorrigible. They seemed so much more childish than they should have been in secondary school. I have the same sentiments as Jiamin because I experience similar problems with someone. Grrr... Why can't they behave like normal people when they look almost normal in appearance? Enough of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our history teacher brought us to Bukit Chandu yesterday. Needless to say, everything there is all about history - Singapore's history. It's a small gallery, 2 stories high and provides information on The Battle of Pasir Panjang. Quite an interesting place and we girls snapped quite a number of photos together, for fun and for remembrance. We were also given a task to do while visiting that place, but I'm quite guilty to say that I didn't really paid much attention to completing the task. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203880719548160354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SDfl8W4sGWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aroqdpUxslQ/s200/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We looked at this animation first, the small light there pictures a soldier, telling us of how the war broke out on this hill, Bukit Chandu. He was animated and so were the aeroplanes and fire mushrooms. But the buildings in there are real miniatures. I find this concept of explaining the battle using animation and real miniatures very creative. The whole explanation lasted about 6 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203882841262004626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SDfn324sGZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/h5aLlh-558U/s200/Image16470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This statue is just beside that 'box' above.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203881720275540338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SDfm2m4sGXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2-k1RSaCCY4/s200/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woooo, Jiamin and me on the steps!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203882231376648578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SDfnUW4sGYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tFxHUsrG6OM/s200/Image16472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The four of us! Huilin, Zoe, Jiamin and me!!!! Whoosh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(We girls rule!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203883244988930466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SDfoPW4sGaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HoMY6p_D14E/s200/Image16479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zoe and me playing with the military helmet... it weighs quite heavy. Charge!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203883854874286514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SDfoy24sGbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TyAOEfn2w8g/s200/Image16485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The four of us again, and of course with me playing a fool in it! Uh... Mrs/Mdm Koh behind and half of Arthur's body.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the rather small theatre which we went in to wait for the 'show' on the battle. The room when pitch black when the 'show' started. All we could sense was our hearing, with the sound effects of bombing, slashing, shooting and voices ringing in our ears.&lt;/span&gt; I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; kind of felt scared with the room being totally dark and the scary sound effects of war. It puts me in the situation of a REAL war and they've done it! I felt my fear rising in my heart, it was as if I was in the middle of a real war. The people who thought of this 'show' really captured the emotions during war. I grabbed Jiamin's and Zoe's arms inside, in the dark. Haha, part of it to play a fool. But I was also a little scared, probably afraid that they would leave the room without me in the dark. It was Jiamin who suggested taking a picture of us from the top. We got Pearlyn to help us with it. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203885701710223810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SDfqeW4sGcI/AAAAAAAAALA/zOu8nCmH5bk/s200/Image16488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Huilin took me in the theatre... I was, again, being crazy over the earphones. I can't help being naughty. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203886436149631442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SDfrJG4sGdI/AAAAAAAAALI/Uwr34i9LfrM/s200/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See what I meant when I said I felt guilty for not really paying attention to the task given to us. My group members were busy trying to scout for information and I was behind them snapping their backs. I showed them the first picture I took and Jiamin was not satisfied and commanded me to take a second one. So, there they are, in the second attempted picture.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm, this Bukit Chandu trip is also helpful for our PW. I think it was worth the while to visit that place, although it's quite secluded.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came home from school about 2 hours ago. I was the emcee for the Panel Discussion of the International Yoga Therapy Conference held in JJ. It lasted not too long and very short. It was almost useless for me to change into my white blouse, school's blazer and black court shoes. But since it's required, I have to adhere to the rules of being an emcee. Umm, professionalism... that's what I call!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Goon told me there are more jobs to come, I shall await them and finish them with enthusiasm! Wuahahahaha...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, how glad am I to have change my CCA from photography to Chinese Orchestra now. Although I havn't attend any of the practices yet, but I'm happy. I think music still runs in my veins, I rather do something I'm more comfortable and happy with than brood all day at a CCA, which I do enjoy, but, not as happy enjoying it as CO! YAY! Additionally, I got to know from Bing Qing that Swee Chin had also joined CO! Swee Chin told me that she just switched her CCA from band to CO. She's playing the guzheng, like me! But it seems like there are enough people playing the guzheng already...sigh, as much as I like it, I think I will have to play the yangqin instead. No worries! I am happy playing either instrument. :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great news again, Miss Mardiana sent me - and among some others, an email to say that we have been selected to go for a dialogue session with the Minister of State. There are even trainings for us! Hehe... Jiamin and I are both selected! Yay, we can attend the trainings together! Whoosh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday is tomorrow, and it also marks the first day of my part-timing this year, at the Singapore Expo Food Fair! Beixin introduced me to the job, serving samples of Nutritea! The pay is better than the one I got while working in my secondary school's bookshop. Grr... that bookshop owner was obviously over-using my labour with that little amount of pay. But still, I got money... Haha! Zoe, Jiamin and Jiamin's sis will be there working too. But too bad, they only gave Jiamin one day of work and we have different starting time. We will still get to meet each other during work though... Zoe will be working with me for the next three days at the same time slots! Whooohooo! Beixin too! I think Zoe has started her work today already.... hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so hungry, waiting for daddy to bring home our dinner... and I guess I should type out the list of what we have to do for my PW group later. G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oing back to school on Thursday to have a PW consultation with Miss Chan...!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I am bonkers. I borrowed four, FOUR books to read during the holidays! It seems that the librarian was happy that I do so... of course, they should be encouraging us. The other librarian also asked me if I wanted to borrow DVDs home, but I declined politely. The library has this 'top-borrower of the month' going on. If you are the top-borrower, then you will win yourself F&amp;amp;B vouchers. We heard that it was Swensens's food vouchers. It really makes my mouth water at the thought of dining at Swensens. I found out from Mdm Phua, the librarian that the average number of books the top-borrower borrowed was above 20... or even 30! I think that's quite impossible for me... to borrow that number of books and read at the speed of lightening, not forgetting that there are homework and school activities going on...sigh... I love reading, I must say. I have finished 'Undead and Unwed' last night, finished it in 2 days! That's quite fast for me but I know of someone who reads even faster and can finish a book in half a day. Humphf! Jiamin also likes to read and she told me before that if she sets her mind to reading it, however thick the book is, she can finish it in a day too. Take my hat of these people. Their eyes won't dry out reading for such a long while. I must remember to take photos of these four books... and post them here! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D &amp;amp; D are here, Daddy and Dinner, here I come!&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-7030604213557717770?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7030604213557717770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=7030604213557717770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/7030604213557717770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/7030604213557717770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/holiday-bash-bukit-chandu-many-many.html' title='Holiday bash - Bukit Chandu! + Many many other things!'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SDfl8W4sGWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aroqdpUxslQ/s72-c/DSC00739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-4682982763817314980</id><published>2008-05-17T11:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:40:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue is the Colour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; is the colour, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue Blue&lt;/span&gt; is the colour (softer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue &lt;/span&gt;is the colour, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue Blue&lt;/span&gt; is the colour (Soft)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; is the colour, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue Blue&lt;/span&gt; is the colour!!! (Loudest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oooooohhhhhh... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bannister&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bannister camp... hmm, wasn't that fun I must say. But the Sports Meet yesterday overturned me!! Woohooo! After a long day on Thursday and not forgetting after my chem test, Bannister camp started. Water games were the first activity on the list and I rushed back to LT5 to change my shirt with my friends. The games were rather much similar to the ones we played during our PAE camp, but novelties were the cheers they taught us for the Sports Meet! The cheer that started this post is my favourite cheer. Whoosh! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After washing up, we had dinner and Mr. Lim took photos with us! He mingled with us for a while before going home to his wife. He's a good hubby. We h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eaded back to LT5 for a song singing session thereafter they played 2 videos for us to watch. Both were shows hosted by Oprah Winfrey and life-changing stories covered. The second was a devastating and heartening one. Done with the videos, we next moved to a classroom to discuss some survey with our CT (which we have already done). Mr. Lim has gone home already so Mr. Siow took over the job. So there's nothing much to say, we ate supper (sushi! and bread and water). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next morning, simple exercise, breakfast, Pepsi drink(?). Yup, Pepsi drink early in the morning. We were suppose to drain the contents in the Pepsi cans so we can fill beans in to create shakers. We headed for morning assembly after that and the Sports Meet officially started! Yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bannister house was great, though we didn't win in terms of sports, we won in terms of best cheering! I think it was the same last year too! Banni was the best in cheering. We cheered together as a house below the audience's seats, the other houses were not like us. We even ran on the track once as a house during the 30mins interval. How united can we be? Damn united! We cheered loudly for the runners and danced when the mass dance songs were played. Hehe! We even cheered for the other houses when the teachers were competing in the ....leg. I don't know what's the event called but... yeah. We cheered for them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I drank lots of water too, I was losing my voice but the vibe was pulsing, I can't stop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Banni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Tsunami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bann&lt;/strong&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; beat &lt;strong&gt;Biki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Banni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; own &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Owens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kick &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rono&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; off the road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bannister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This cheer follows the tune to the maggi mee song. Haha, interesting one. Another cheer, which we hardly used during the sports meet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Banni&lt;/span&gt; Jia you! x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jia you ohh ohh ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jia you ohh ohh~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bannister&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm, there was another cheer that we used repeatedly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when our runners were running, here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's go &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Banni&lt;/span&gt;, Let's go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Drummer x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, the happening event ended and Charmaine and I went to met Ms. Chan for our PW's GPP. Shaun and Thaddeus were on the bus home already when I called them. They didn't know about it, so I told them I will inform them of what to do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went home soon after, bathed, played online games for a while then went to nap at around 3pm. Woke up just before 7pm. Haha, was totally exhausted. I slept in bits and pieces in the hall during the camp. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bannister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-4682982763817314980?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4682982763817314980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=4682982763817314980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/4682982763817314980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/4682982763817314980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/blue-is-colour.html' title='Blue is the Colour!'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-5966008260718415782</id><published>2008-05-10T22:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:43.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flushing Time away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm, you know...well, I don't know. I'm blogging here now, chatting with my friends at the same time, thinking of almost everything, trying to wait for time to past. I'm waiting for Jolynn's case study for history project and waiting for teacher to vet our partly finished essay... I'm just...waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I have a lot of homework to do, but I still haven't started on any. I went out to JP today to scout for the Great Expectations book for literature and to look for some necessities. But didn't manage to find any of what I wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's see, there's Lit essay to be written, chemistry worksheet... that's about it. But there's econs essay test and chem test next week. Bannister House Camp next Thurs and Fri, a pretty redundant camp, but I think it's their yearly ritual. Ridiculous thing is, the consent form for parents stated: 'I hereby consent my child/ward _________ to attend the camp...' There's no 'do not consent' at all! It's made compulsory but  they know that some parents do not allow their children to go for the camp hence the consent forms, then why is there only 'consent' on that form??!! Ah well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thinking of clearing my wardrobe and hanging it with new clothings but yet I don't want to spend so much money on them. I believe that my fashion sense should improve as I grow older. There must be some sophistication in my clothes now. At the same time at JP today, I went on a clothes hunt. Bought 2 new affordable tops for myself. :) Come June holidays, I will be seen demoting my 'outside' clothes to home clothes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a sort of cooking competition that went on in the afternoon at the shopping mall. Seems like Channel newsasia was filming the competition and there was an elegant host in white dress interviewing some chefs too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198767832816462130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SCW7zLjAqTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4YQRUkD6Oc8/s200/DSC00575.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cooking set was cleared then there were Love 97.2FM radio hosts, Marcus Chin and Violet on the stage, to promote Huiji waist tonic in collaboration with Mother's Day. I only managed to snap Marcus Chin from afar. The not-very-tall guy in blue t-shirt, who seemed to be just right under the speaker. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198768537191098690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SCW8cLjAqUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/db1Izx1Kq4M/s200/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yunxin is updating her own blog too on QQ, the famous chinese website in China. Users can chat with friends in there like us using msn. Blog there like Myspace.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! I'm reminded of the Shanghai Steamed dumplings I had today at Kopitiam. It was simply delicious. On the topic of food, I also had my green tea ice cream from Scoopz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198770418386774354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SCW-JrjAqVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0-JOC7d181s/s200/DSC00581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198771827136047458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SCW_brjAqWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yyRZmfsgw9M/s200/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Opps, I only remembered to take a photo of my ice cream after a few scoops! Haha, how can one resist the temptation to savour this dessert? I'm surely not one who could do that!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our shopping trip today was quite fruitful, not only did I bought 2 new tops, I'd also bought a new pair of shoes at a warehouse sale on the third level. New shoes to be worn to school, lol! You know, I actually dislike going out and do shopping, but once in a while, it's fine. However, I hate spending money, it's like never ending, money keeps going out...Grrr... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my baby and Zoe's crystal so much! We brought the two of them together and both of them love each other at first sight. How great Love can be? Awww... Plus, they look soooo adorable together!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They are a matchmake in heaven... (I feel so sleepy now, and the couple's photo can't be uploaded... irritating - a few retarded minutes later... I accidentally deleted the photo that was painstakingly uploaded on here! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198775834340534658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SCXDE7jAqYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PEfmjlZGdj8/s200/DSC00533.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There they are! Baby the keychain and Crystal the pencil case.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luckily, there wasn't any more problems re-uploading the couple's photo. Muacks! Kisses for them for being so cute! Both ur mummies (me and Zoe) love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, I guess it's time to sign off...projects! Here I come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-5966008260718415782?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5966008260718415782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=5966008260718415782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/5966008260718415782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/5966008260718415782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/flushing-time-away.html' title='Flushing Time away...'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SCW7zLjAqTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4YQRUkD6Oc8/s72-c/DSC00575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-2208737294514577780</id><published>2008-05-03T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:53:08.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepiness keeps me Awake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've finally finished my Chemistry hw, phew! It was quite a lot to do, but I completed it! I was also discussing history project matters with Ee Seng. We took quite a while and that period of time which we used to discuss our work really wore me out. I'm still sitting here, feeling rather sleepy and typing all these. I just don't feel like going offline yet. But it'll be soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, History project, Econs project, PW's GPP are still not accomplished. GP and Chemistry test on next Friday, to be worked hard for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I finally got the chance to catch up with Stefan, aka Kenshin. Seems like he's also quite busy and stressful with the school work in Canada. But he told me he was bored just now...can't blame him, it was around 6am there when he mentioned being bored and there's nothing much to do when it is a rainy morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, good luck to all of us in our school work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arthur's birthday is today, I gave him chocos in a thin, flat box. He appreciated it and smsed to thank me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He started the msg with: 'You are Cherie right? This is Arthur......... '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I decided to play a tiny prank on him by replying: 'Sorry, I'm not Cherie... cuz I'm witchy Cherie! .......'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was shocked at first when he saw the first few words, and thought he had really sent the msg to the wrong person. Haha, another birthday present from me: a prank! LOL! Still, he thanked me for it. Happy 18th Birthday Arthur!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-2208737294514577780?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2208737294514577780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=2208737294514577780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/2208737294514577780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/2208737294514577780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleepiness-keeps-me-awake.html' title='Sleepiness keeps me Awake...'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-2403099250838274063</id><published>2008-05-01T14:11:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:44.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogging-Labour Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Timing is so not right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But of course, I may mean a few things. However, when I initially typed that sentence I actually meant that my timing for 2.4km run is so not right! Now as I think about it, there is no other meaning to my first sentence. Well, push it away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Timing in school was 16.15... poor result. To push and train myself for next Mon's 2.4km jog, I made an effort to head down to Jurong West Stadium. In the end, I only improved by 7 seconds. 7 seconds!!! I pushed, I persevered, I panted, I ran, I.... I did what I could. But nothing can stand in my way. I just have to do it when the actual test comes, no matter what. At least I achieved something by running 6 rounds straight today, without stopping to walk. A little better than in school, where I ran for five and a half rounds! That's the only consolation I can give myself for the effort I made. Can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195292066272635234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBlim8KV6WI/AAAAAAAAAIk/odawV3MaElE/s200/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is also where I had my sports carnival during my last year in secondary school. Youth Olympic Games will be held here too, in 2010. And as I type all these, I'm trying very hard to load up the 2nd picture. It failed many times. What is happening to all the uploading systems on Internet? They suck big time at times. ('Internet cannot display the webpage' - Get lost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Must really thank Senior Cao for jogging and training me today. Treated him dessert after our run. I feel great to have exercised. I know I lost a few kilos, did I? Hope so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sky was cool blue with dotting white clouds. I can't help but loving it even more whenever I incline my head towards the boundless sky. My love for the sky is as boundless as it is. :) Lucky I haven't got a heat stroke after the run today like I did on Monday after PC. Today was cooler and enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195301467956046194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBlrKMKV6XI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vu7H9fuihY4/s200/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Standing on the field before leaving the stadium.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally this picture got uploaded or I am thinking of banging the computer on the floor. I can't though, daddy will scold and I won't be so RETARDED as to deprive myself from using the computer when I need it! I don't have the energy to bring up this sack and slam it on the floor too. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The tennis courts were hidden up on 6th floor of the sports complex. I went up and visit them today for the first time. There are only 2 courts. I went skirting around the complex to visit the gym too. Students need only pay $1.50 per entry for an unlimited period of time. Quite affordable, one day I might visit it with friends. The booking fees for a badminton court on the 4th floor is $7.40 per hour. That's quite what we call a daylight robbery. Didn't get to see the bmt courts at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195305140153084290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBluf8KV6YI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vV3tv9xj5NU/s200/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195306523132553618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBlvwcKV6ZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/oRXXsTvsGrI/s200/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is how the tennis courts look like peeking from outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Met my beloved friend while the door to the lift opened on the first floor. She called me but I couldn't quite make out who she was as I took out my spectacles earlier on. Simply waved to her but held on the the door. Then she urged me to come out. I did. As we came closer, I jumped with excitement on my feet and we hugged. It's been so long since I've seen Yun Xin. How I missed her! She's been busy in ACJC, and she was at the sports complex with her cousins for a swim. I must plunge in the pool with her when we are both free one day! We caught up with each other at the right side in the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195308099385551266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBlxMMKV6aI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jEOX6GuYF2g/s200/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enior Cao treated his buddies and me to some delights on Tuesday. Sanjiv sank his teeth on a chewy peanut choco chip cookie. Solomon sank the fragile plastic fork into the hard-rock Oreo cheesecake while Senior Cao and I ate our waffles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Renfred did not take his offer. We sat outside cookie house, chatted amicably and went our separate ways after that. Sanjiv joined me and Senior Cao at our study table and we talked. Sanjiv is a very linguistic person and not forgetting to mention, a very nice friend! I'm glad I got to know him... and also his best friend, Solomon, Renfred too, although we don't talk much to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195313742972578242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBl2UsKV6cI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SEWPR4g6Iow/s200/DSC00475.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sanjiv's cookie and Solomon's hard-rock cheesecake in the picture. I am so tempted to gorge the cheesecake into my mouth. I'm so hungry now, moreover, I love cheesecake!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh, I'm enjoying the wind blowing in from the window, it beats having to stand the tremendous heat just a while ago...life is great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-2403099250838274063?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2403099250838274063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=2403099250838274063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/2403099250838274063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/2403099250838274063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/jogging-labour-day.html' title='Jogging-Labour Day'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBlim8KV6WI/AAAAAAAAAIk/odawV3MaElE/s72-c/DSC00478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-240248177912573616</id><published>2008-04-26T10:37:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:47.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments like these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The new members to the PSPs playing boys club. Bryan and Terrance. All of them can't seem to get enough of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBKWEMKV6LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/R5i8yceGx8A/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193378319039850674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBKWEMKV6LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/R5i8yceGx8A/s200/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zhe Xuan and Shaun eating in the canteen. I think Shaun won't be angry with me for posting this picture of him, becuz it's his back view! So, it should be fine and he need not worry if he looked weird or not. Lol. I must explain: even if Shaun gets angry with me for posting his front view picture, I don't care. It's just that I'm brought up to respect people, so I didn't post the picture of him which he said he looked weird in it. His will is respected. Credits to my parents for bringing me up well... :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193379929652586690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBKXh8KV6MI/AAAAAAAAAHU/B8JqxgK0C9Q/s200/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok! In the classroom during PW. These moments were captured...in my phone. Arthur and Clement going on at their PSPs, again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193399484638685426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBKpUMKV6PI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FXYsZqWjiWA/s200/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice Christian and sophisticated Hidayah discussing some matters over the laptop. They were probably talking about the student council, since they have successfully become student coucillors! YAY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shuan sharing his MP3 with Sufia in front of the councillors.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pearlyn walking around in class asking us to buy the tickets to Talenttime, which I suppose almost none of us are interested to go. :0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193386565377059042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBKdkMKV6OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oJHZZcHOWpM/s200/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hui Lin playing tricks with me while she queued up for her PW consultation. Zoe's sitting there, maybe staring into space. Our new classmate from 08L01, Hui Qi, was talking to the teacher. Sze Hui, Wei Yi and Charmaine on the left of the picture, discussing ...whatever they've discussed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193402461051021570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBKsBcKV6QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/T45CstYeYy8/s200/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zhe Xuan and Thaddues, enjoying the peace with music and handphone games at the back of the classroom. I had to snap them from the back, if I were to go in front of them and snap, they might avoid the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193404127498332434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBKticKV6RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W-Qw-iueMt4/s200/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XY going cranky over Muneeb's tennis racket. Don't damage it XY! It cost $1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;39!! Or is it $129? No matter, it's definitely above $100... becareful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193406030168844578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBKvRMKV6SI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TFCXn_NspZ4/s200/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's right, return Muneeb his racket and pose a picture with him to end this part of the post. You got it right, XY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193407065255962930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBKwNcKV6TI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IR4d9GcoX6A/s200/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am happy to announce through here that I am officially engaged to Jia Min! She's having an external affair with me besides her affair with her boyfriend. Nope, she's not being unfaithful becuz we are officially engaged as good friends! Here's our engagment ring of friendship:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193413516296841538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBK2E8KV6UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vjr_gGhOtlE/s200/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides, I'm straight and like I said, she has a boyfriend, so she's straight too. I'm single and available, and only available to the right person. I've never done these kind of things before, but with Jiamin, this is my first time and it seems right. In the past, the friends around me were all too childish, what with all the not friending each other. It really makes one depress. Who created this 'don't friend you' thing? That idiot who created it is a devil! So, I never believe in having a best friend and buying accessories to pair us up. Life has become blissful since sec 3. All of us have grown up and we think maturely. I'm glad it's this way. Currently, my engagment with Jia Min is a good one, and we didn't spent a single cent for our rings, they were drawn on our fingers with her pen! Haha... it's fun even though the ring lasted for a day. What matters most now is that I'm happy being with my friends. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193416058917480786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBK4Y8KV6VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uAlPZxtTHf8/s200/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shhh... the bats are sound asleep on the tree. This is my third time capturing them in the camera. Aren't they cute? We musn't let them bite us, the belief is that we might turn into vampires. But, it's because they might spread infection if they bite us! It's refreshing and fun being in school daily. Suprises galore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week, mum, sis, aunt and I went to catch The Forbidden Kingdom. It's a good movie. Action packed, friendship, hint of romance, revenge, justice, villains, celestial, comedy - all of them are all in. Superb collaboration between Jackie Chan and Jet Li. I think many had anticipated the two of them to produce a movie togther. Not forgetting the caucasian chap, Michael A. and Liu Yifei from my favourite Condor Heroes. After all the commotion in the theatre, we went for lunch and Fish and Co. We thought we should swim there and give their dishes a try, even though the prices are quite steep. However, the portion is quite huge, hence the price and they made it quite worth it. What's not worth was the salmon salad... vegetables filled the plate with only less than 10 pieces of thin slices of salmon. Well... I have nothing more to say about that... We shared a coriander catch, fish n chips and prawn 'dunno what'..together. I liked my coriander catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't fancy camps and I have 2 camps coming up. One is a photog camp and the other, a Bannister house camp? I don't mind the CCA camp, but Bannister house camp? Come on, they claimed that we aren't united and spontaneous enough so they organized the camp for us to bond with our own class and the rest of the classes. It's lucky that they subsidise that $30 for us, or I seriously am considering not attending. I have reasons. Alright, I suppose I should look forward to the camps and see what fun and crazy things I can do in there. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-240248177912573616?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/240248177912573616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=240248177912573616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/240248177912573616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/240248177912573616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/moments-like-these.html' title='Moments like these...'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SBKWEMKV6LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/R5i8yceGx8A/s72-c/DSC00257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-4279174529643401229</id><published>2008-04-18T22:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:48.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAi2JglS1hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Pt11LpG6Ks8/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190598845025932818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAi2JglS1hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Pt11LpG6Ks8/s200/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190599008234690082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAi2TAlS1iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MsfDIq8eYh4/s200/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190599171443447346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAi2cglS1jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2TR-EqvIpMY/s200/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The boys in my class, being obsessed with their PSPs on different days. They are on it everyday, every break time and everywhere. Still remembered the day I complained about their obsessiveness over their PSPs, and Arthur responded by asking me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Are you jealous that no boys are obsessed over you? You want I can be obsessed with you, you know..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His words made me laughed. In the pictures, you see Clement, Arthur and Aaron in them. I have another photo with Shaun doing hw beside the PSPs playing boys, but daren't put it up here without his permission cuz he did asked me to delete the photo as he said he looked weird in there. I didn't think so though. I can't imagine if Shaun flares up at me, though most of the time he's there calling me a ....well, let's not move in that direction. His facial expression is so straight that you can't tell whether he's joking with you or not. But he has quite a few cranky pranks to play on people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190602362604148290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAi5WQlS1kI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wW2_wnjhFJE/s200/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was Aaron trying out my camera phone. Xingyu posed for him and Muneeb was watching amusingly at what they were doing, not forgetting to sip his favourite apple tea at the same time. This picture was taken quite sometime back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190611562424096466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAjBtwlS1tI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tFhfViW4yVo/s200/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190604299634398850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAi7HAlS1oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MDpzmT9rcAQ/s200/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xing Yu decided to show his superman power today and got up the ledge outside L22, the L block. I couldn't resist not snapping him up there in my phone. Thaddeus was again in his quiet world, sketching his soliloquy on paper. That's my history file in the foreground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190608014781109938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAi-fQlS1rI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XIGpSCZIgI/s200/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190604157900478066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAi6-wlS1nI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1X9loHV7JEo/s200/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Introducing the irrisistibly Mr. Bean food products! Ranging from Soyabean milk to soyabean flavoured cookies, they just taste so good. Suitable for the ones who love snacking and fear putting on weight. This is not a gimmick, it's the truth. Mr. Bean promise you with the calcium and vitamins you need, I think. Lol. However, what I love most about this brand is the SUPER DUPER CUTE icon the company created! That little soyabean there smiling at you, melting your heart, you must, most definitely capture it in ur camera! I have so many more of Mr. Bean's photos, but posting 2 of them here is enough. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went back to secondary school today with mummy to attend sis's sec 2 streaming talk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We met all my previous school teachers and chatted with a few, especially Mrs. Lim. I didn't realise that she was from JJ too, Mrs. Tye and Mdm Hafiani too! JJ rocks! Yay! And not forgetting to take down this photo before going home: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190608890954438338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAi_SQlS1sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IG1lLy_mMVU/s200/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go ahead, say I'm flaunting or whatever, but I'm indeed proud that my name's up there. At least I've made a mark in secondary school. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jiamin is most happy today as it is the mark of weekend. I'm happy too and so do everyone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weekends: PI and read through whatever notes that need to be read. Another 2 more days and back to school, back to my friends! I was a little thrilled and happy today in school as I.... haha, won't say it. I think I will remember what happened if I don't write it down here, though I'm not sure whether my short-term memory will act up and make me forget. Who cares? The moment of pleasure was undeniably satisfying for me. (I don't mean anything dirty at all.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-4279174529643401229?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4279174529643401229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=4279174529643401229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/4279174529643401229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/4279174529643401229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-weekend.html' title='It&apos;s the weekend!'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAi2JglS1hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Pt11LpG6Ks8/s72-c/DSC00079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-5772149569111823567</id><published>2008-04-12T08:34:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:49.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188153190124839442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAAF1qGzYhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/t3r5uBETkT4/s200/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love going to school, I don't know why. Even though there are irritating friends around and that lessons went on as usual (hectic!), I still love to go to school. I want to make a trail in that beautiful lot with my friends. You never know what ideas my friends can come up with. Here are 2 examples: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188156192306979378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAAIkaGzYjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ifyu2bGLyxw/s200/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The first try...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was trying to capture that particular scene and my friends insisted on disrupting my picture with their hands. Zoe's fingers are on left and Shaun's palm on the right. Oh well, I went for a shot the second time and it turned out like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188156673343316546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAAJAaGzYkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RP_VumgKsJo/s200/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zoe still decided that her fingers is very...hmm...cute. They sure are. And my last shot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188157759970042450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAAJ_qGzYlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LVJ4VLHZSTM/s200/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ta-dah!!! That's part of the classroom block which I have painstakingly tried to capture properly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it turns out that those pictures with Zoe's and Shaun's hands in it prove to be quite artistic... So you see? My friends can be irritating but they bring happiness in the process! I'm happy being with them, but if Shaun can cut down on what he is calling me all the time, I would be a little more happier, even though I laugh amusingly whenever he say that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those were all outside the classroom, but what about IN the classroom? I have just the thing to show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188159838734213730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAAL4qGzYmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GudyDtbZsS4/s200/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was raining yesterday and the rain had soaked XY's feet while he was walking to school. I don't understand why he chose to take it out at 11.30am (at chemistry lesson) when I suppose the wetness should have been gone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess it didn't. (Shaun's saying: 'Obviously' when he reads this) I found it a very special act and decided to capture it, with his bare feet in the shot too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a trip to Teochew Building yesterday with the photog club members to view pretty images captured by professional photograhers. I brought Senior Cao along becuz at first, I thot it was at Ngee Ann Poly and I don't really know how to make my way home from there. He can help me get home cuz his Geography is better than mine. :P It was also a good chance for him to have a look around. But I made a blunder, it was at the Teochew Building and the photo exhibition was called: 4th NGEE ANN Photographic Exhibition. It's near the Dhoby Gaut MRT station and I do know how to make my way home from there. Before we left, we asked the teacher how to get to the station, and it wasn't that difficult to find our way out. We reached the Istana Park (!) and walked through it (Not forgetting to take down nice pictures on my phone in there, Wei Yi did the same too). The familiar Plaza Singapura shopping centre came into view and Senior Cao and I went down to the station while Wei Yi went to catch her direct bus home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188164790831506034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAAQY6GzYnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HOb05y6FkNk/s200/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188165254687974018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAAQz6GzYoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/feKMqPAN4Jk/s200/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188165422191698578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAAQ9qGzYpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KVeEUNaLXVw/s200/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188165873163264674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAARX6GzYqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_nZDw9iphBc/s200/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are expected to come up with a project after viewing those photos. The day ended quite well, though Iwas feeling a little lethargic. Haha. Still remembering that there are homework on top of homework. Got to finish them, needless to say. Oh, did I say I've forsaken continuing with my last post? Oh well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-5772149569111823567?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5772149569111823567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=5772149569111823567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/5772149569111823567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/5772149569111823567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-well.html' title='Oh well...'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/SAAF1qGzYhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/t3r5uBETkT4/s72-c/DSC00076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-4578650490541326908</id><published>2008-04-06T15:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:50.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Blogging Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall announce today as the official Picture Blogging Day! Since I have taken quite a few pictures yesterday and was contemplating to post them next week, but it will seem so long away till then...Alright! Let's start: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186038994840473874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R_iC_S7KURI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QEmttinJ3J8/s200/SANY1109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186038741437403394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R_iCwi7KUQI/AAAAAAAAADw/Cl62rmPlKyc/s200/SANY1108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186037976933224674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R_iCEC7KUOI/AAAAAAAAADg/1N63eBM71Ds/s200/SANY1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay! These are the cute stickers Hui Lin gave us! Aren't they adorable and irresistible? Don't know why, I'm back to becoming addicted to stickers again! Looking back, I can't recall when was the last time I stop pasting stickers into sticker books, it must have been a long time ago! Haha! I pasted them on my black orientation ring file but had transfered them into my new pink file becuz the ring of the ring file was spoilt... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you see the naughty spongebob there? He's just as irritating as usual, playing a fool around... lol. I'm just so happy with the stickers and I like to press them cuz they are all so sqooshy! So fun! Another activity to busy myself with when the lessons become too boring, but hey, I'm still listening to the teacher! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh shucks! I think something is wrong with blogger... I can't post other pictures in, shall continue with it another day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Byebye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-4578650490541326908?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4578650490541326908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=4578650490541326908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/4578650490541326908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/4578650490541326908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/picture-blogging-day.html' title='Picture Blogging Day!!!'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/R_iC_S7KURI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QEmttinJ3J8/s72-c/SANY1109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-3164474109791133743</id><published>2008-04-05T09:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:06:33.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one and only in this world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been listening to Gary Cao's songs these few days... especially &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;世界唯一的你&lt;/span&gt;, The one and only in this world. A very heartfelt song, which I have fallen with for the time being. I must admit, his songs are quite creative and original. I don't know why, the titles of his songs make me feel blue.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and tomorrow are my official homework days. There's still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GP, PW, Chinese, Chemistry and History project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I should be able to finish them within the two days. Yesterday was GP test, paper 2. Part of comprehension paper becuz some components of it were left out. Next Friday's Chemistry test, pray I will be able to handle it well. There's still Econs project which my group hasn't even come together to discuss about it. I must bring it up to them on Monday. Everyone is quite busy with their own work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th April was Shaun's birthday. Some of us got him presents. Xing Yu was hit by a wave of impulsion, he wrapped 2 ping pong balls in a plastic bag and attached a stick of mentos between the balls. Hence, the effect was that the present looked like a... *****. He showed us and we went... you know. Muneeb was a little overwhelmed by it and dismantled XY's presie. Haha! We were shocked that he did that and explained to him that XY took the effort to make that. I guess Muneeb didn't realise it was gonna be a presie for Shaun. He was quite surprised when he knew the exact reason. (There's a picture of XY's presie for Shaun in his blog, go see if you're really interested, the link is on my blog!) I gave Shaun a birthday card. Lol. Our class bought him a small brownie using the class's fund. They stuck a candle on it and he made a wish. A mini birthday bash for Shaun! I didn't get to see him for the rest of the day cuz he went for his table tennis match. I wonder if he won yesterday's match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a sms from a CSL senior on the way back home yesterday. I was selected for an interview on Monday, I suppose that's what they tell every applicant. So I replied back: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What will be the timing and where is Leaders' Network? My lessons end at 4.30pm on Monday."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He or She replied, " 3.45 pm, it's ok, report to us after your lessons end. Leaders' Network is on level 2, near hall, PD block." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fluttered and confused...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is written at 2.34pm. How can I forget there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Econs tutorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too, apart from the project? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-3164474109791133743?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3164474109791133743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=3164474109791133743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/3164474109791133743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/3164474109791133743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-and-only-in-this-world.html' title='The one and only in this world...'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-5478820251453181765</id><published>2008-03-29T14:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:51.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get down to BUSINESS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems that it took me one year later to enter a post here again, which in fact, it's not. It was just five days ago. School ends relatively late on Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays. Tuesdays end the earliest! Wednesdays end quite early too, but it's CCA day, so the happy thoughts of going home early drain away. Too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's homework. Homework and homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And What did I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do it. Do them. Do all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It might be taxing but I think it really drives me to push forward to my best and I like it. I like the feeling of being busy, it perks me up although it can be really irritating at times becuz you don't know where to start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh!! Many things happen in school during the past week. There were auditions held for casts to play in SYF Drama. Xingyu went for it and landed himself with the role of Edgar, in King Lear. Well, congrats to Xingyu!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got myself in Photography and honestly speaking, I have doubts about whether I will be happy there. Sure, photography is my interest, but I'd prefer my CCA to be a sport. I abandoned the thoughts to join Hockey with Jiamin, its trainings are on Wed-Fri! How lethargic will I be after all those lessons already??? I missed the tennis trials cuz I was still sick! There were only 3 girls selected into the team... sigh. Monday was my first Korean IDP lesson and I was on MC that day. Still, I made a trip down to school just for it cuz I am paying for it! The teacher is quite interesting and she's Korean. Very native, which is good, cuz only native Koreans can impart you the correct pronunciation of their words. At least, that's my sentiments. Thursday was the second lesson and the teacher gave us homework, which I completed it in the wee hours of last night. It's quite simple and really fun. I know it may not be easy to learn a completely new language, but I will try. 8 more lessons to go! There's also this CD-AYL convention hosted by JJ. All secondary school leaders from S'pore, China and M'sia gathered to camp in our school. Senior Cao was made to help in one of the programs of the camp - Lantern making competition. I think he had some fun there, indeed, he had also gained some meaningful experience from working with the campers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since taking Econs, I have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;try to read &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Business Times&lt;/span&gt; to learn more about the economy in the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sad to say, I've only just finished the first set of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Business Times&lt;/span&gt; I brought home. Many articles are on the US economy and I think they are really good reports. I've also come to learn that the depreciating US economy was due to some housing matters happening in the US. The second set of is still unread. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183057948234633330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R-3rvi7KUHI/AAAAAAAAACo/AskWFmY1PAo/s200/SANY1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183058566709923970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R-3sTi7KUII/AAAAAAAAACw/rdh1GEeMaRk/s200/SANY1087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183058798638157970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R-3shC7KUJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eI1EWQ-lJkg/s200/SANY1089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183059193775149218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R-3s4C7KUKI/AAAAAAAAADA/wfPV2eSsSn4/s200/SANY1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The last article was about R and D. I took it down for fun cuz it's kind of related to Senior Cao. R and D is his CCA. Lol. I don't know, but now I think I like reading newspapers. Newspapers are now not filled with mundane colours anymore and the coloured pictures really entice me to read the articles. However, I've not been reading The Straits Times for a long time, I should go back to reading it someday soon; that is, after I have finished the second set of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The BUSINESS Times&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm feeling very hungry now!! Talking about hungry, Senior Cao told me Solomon's trademark to tell people to concentrate on their homework is: '我现在很饿, 要吃人了. If you don't do your tutorial, I will eat you up.' Eh, I guess it's kind of funny. Haha. Well, then I told Caoxun that my trademark is: 'If I'm under stress, I will bite off my limbs, just like what a stressed octopus would do.' And he said my TM is kind of scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm signing up to be a CSL in JJ with Zoe. Senior Cao is contemplating to join it too, but we are wondering if the J2s are allowed to join. Since I'm in photography, I will go be a Community Service Leader and make some mark while I am in JJ! Yipee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I will just expose my new bag to end off this post:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183062591094280370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R-3v9y7KULI/AAAAAAAAADI/qWyAH636IX4/s200/SANY1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-5478820251453181765?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5478820251453181765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=5478820251453181765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/5478820251453181765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/5478820251453181765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-get-down-to-business.html' title='Let&apos;s get down to BUSINESS...'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/R-3rvi7KUHI/AAAAAAAAACo/AskWFmY1PAo/s72-c/SANY1086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-300221011018874756</id><published>2008-03-24T08:45:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:52.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with an eccentric doctor and another day with tennis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sick, still quite sick and I don't enjoy every moment of it. I could just feel the yucky lump of phlegm in my throat and it's making my chest feel tight. I haven't master the skill of spitting phlegm out of my mouth and will never master it. It's gross enough to have it at the throat, much less than the phlegm touches my tongue, NO WAY! I can only wait for it to be vomited out! I went to see the eccentric doctor whom I have not seen since I was three. I think so. He sat me and daddy down and talked to us. We simply explained to him about my cough, phlegm and flu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'You've been sick for 2-3months.' The doctor said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Er... 2-3 weeks.' I corrected. He shook his head and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'No, months.' I pondered for a moment and agreed with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Yeah, I was sick in January and recovered.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Yes, your illness went "ding dong ding dong" (his meaning was that my illness went on and off). Show me your left leg.' He instructed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I stretched out my left leg, I asked: 'For what?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Ahh... your left leg is swollen......' I stared at my leg and saw that there wasn't any obvious change, how was he able to see it? He continued,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Actually, you did not recover from the previous illness. The infection went to hide in your kidney and has come out again. What we have to do is to prevent it from going to the lungs.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I'm going to hit you really hard.' He told me and gave me MC for today and tomorrow. How I wish I can be healthy and be back in school with my friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I went home with the medicine he gave me. There are three anti-biotic, a flu medicine and a cough mixture. He added some stuff into the cough mixture and the nurse told me to shake the bottle real hard so that the powder will be fully mixed in. I vomited that evening, my dinner was emptied out of my stomach but not the phlegm!!!! ARGH!!! Why can't the phlegm just come out altogether at once????? I don't know what words I should lay down and explain my predicament. Not too long before, my chest felt really queasy after my medication. But it seems like I'm not going to vomit at the moment. I shall wait, WAIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One information to drop your jaw, the doctor didn't even use his stethoscope to examine me, all he did was 'chat' with me and he was able &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to know my condition. Clever huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Phlegm, Phlegm, go away, never come to me again! (Sung to the tune of Rain, Rain, Go away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis trial is up on Wed, it was postponed to this week cuz it rained almost non stop last Wed. Just as well, I was sick that day and Mr. Chow told me to come back next week (which is this week). I met another girl who was potentially waiting for the tennis trial to start. She was on the phone with her friend and I went up to her and asked her if she was going for the trial. Her name is Constance. Constance held me on then came back to me once she ended her call. Indeed, she was waiting for the tennis trial. She was urging her friend to come along just now. So Mr. Chow postponed my trial and since Constance was waiting for the trial too, I helped her ask the teacher if the trial is still on since the weather didn't promise us a 'sunshine after the rain'. He then decided to postpone the trail! YES! I thought I could use the time between to get well and train my mediocre skills. But it seems that I'm still sitting here, sick. Hope I will recover by tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arranged with my uncle on Friday to use the tennis court at his condo. So, in spite of me being sick and feeling gawky after my medication, I went on head to head with the tennis ball. Well, as it seems, my mediocre skill is still very....mediocre. What can I say or do? I nearly fainted after my short tennis practice. And it really makes me want to give up on tennis and just stick to the Photog Club. However, since I made it thus far and since I made the effort to hone my skill, I shall head for the trial on Wed and the teacher will decide for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181126308168093794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R-cO7S7KUGI/AAAAAAAAACg/mztfJRyhclg/s200/SANY1011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181116309484228642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R-cF1S7KUCI/AAAAAAAAACA/cACpQuuN0Bg/s200/SANY1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's me going to pick the ball in the first picture and me trying to challenge my daddy in tennis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R-cJeS7KUDI/AAAAAAAAACI/WOdKFaGLbBk/s1600-h/SANY1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181120312393748530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="181" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R-cJeS7KUDI/AAAAAAAAACI/WOdKFaGLbBk/s200/SANY1059.JPG" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok! I've finished the second sequel of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shopaholic - 'Shopaholic Abroad' aka 'Shopaholic takes Manhattan'&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, when I read the first and second book of this Shopaholic series, I feel that I kind of detest the main character, Rebecca Bloomwood. Like I said, she just can't stop spending. She has so many overdrafts and still doesn't even bother to pay attention to them. She even asked for more overdrafts. Her eyes just can't dart away from apparels and many other things! Becky also gives herself excuses and multiple reasons to buy the stuff she laid her eyes on. Her spendthrift attitude took a toll on her. She was featured in Daily World as a Spendaholic and a woman who relies on her boyfriend for financial assistance. Her boyfriend was even mentioned to be facing some sort of bankruptcy, &lt;strong&gt;because of her&lt;/strong&gt;! Serve her right, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her boyfriend was a successful businessman, the founder of &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R-cNbS7KUEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-zrMBHESqsw/s1600-h/SANY1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181124658900652098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="177" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R-cNbS7KUEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-zrMBHESqsw/s200/SANY1060.JPG" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon Communications. Luke Brandon was angered when he saw the article and kind of blamed Becky for it. His motive in coming to New York was to set up his business there and he already had some problems with the backers. They weren't very willing to invest in his business and now, they would be more unwilling to invest cuz they think he was going bankrupt. So, it seems like Becky had also landed her boyfriend in hot soup. She, herself was unemployed after this incident. Becky left Luke in New York and went back to London on her own. She left saying that Luke wasn't ready to be in a relationship at this point of time. But, you know, love always bind people together no matter what. They got back in the end. Nothing to be very fascinated about. Finally, it was realised that Luke's employee, Alicia was plotting against him and his company. They purposely got Becky into trouble and in turn made Luke's reputation turn sour. The thing is, Becky was the one who discovered Alicia's plot and I guess the author gave credit to Becky for it, so that the readers won't have a reason to hate her so much. I must admit that some parts of the story is quite hilarious. It's worth reading it, but if you do not want to be distressed by Becky, don't touch the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, there's a moral in this story, that is not to be a SHOPAHOLIC like Becky!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun sent me a get well message not too long before. How nice of him, thanks Shaun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I strongly believe that my Chinese zodiac has a part to play for my illness. My Chinese zodiac is at loggerheads with the Rat. So, you can see, as I step into the Rat year, my health deteriorates! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-300221011018874756?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/300221011018874756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=300221011018874756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/300221011018874756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/300221011018874756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-with-eccentric-doctor-and-another.html' title='A day with an eccentric doctor and another day with tennis'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/R-cO7S7KUGI/AAAAAAAAACg/mztfJRyhclg/s72-c/SANY1011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-4889359813986312687</id><published>2008-03-20T18:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:50:05.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 234 567</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ignore the title, it's just for filling up the empty space there. We are starting to have homework already, as in ACTUAL homework now. It's not like during PAE, if you can't do the question, you still can leave it blank and go back to school to ask the teacher. But it's different now, I must at least crack my head hard to attempt the question at all costs! Still, if I don't know, I can go back and ask the teacher. Bit of an irony huh. Still... I think you can understand what I'm trying to convey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rget about Taekwondo. Mummy and daddy discourage me to join that one, it's dangerous! Next week's tennis trial is really anticipating, I'm going to try my best. At least I'm into the photography club already, lol. There's another dilemma: If tennis fails, should I join hockey with Jiamin? I really wish I can be in a sports CCA and she really hope I can accompany her to crash that CCA. Oh well, let's just sit back and watch the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the day Shaun joins us for lunch and trips to the library when we are having breaks. It's an addition to our family! I mean, our group of friends! Yay! We are all classmates, I believe that if we hang out together often, our class spirit will be strong. Oh! My class belongs to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bannister&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;house now, I prefer &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rono&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;though. My civics tutor is a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Rono&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;teacher, so by right, we should be following him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But we are not sure how the planning of the houses goes. If it's indeed set that way, then I will just let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really appreciate Cao Xun for lending me his valuable notes and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teaching me homework. He's indeed a wonderful senior one can ever have. Thank you Senior Cao! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm still sick!!! I don't understand it. The phlegm is choking me and I think I will be going to the doctor's for the third time now. This third doctor is different, he can totally cure me, I know it. Everyone in my family knows it too, he's a weird but good doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talking about the library, I borrowed the second sequel of The Shopaholic book. Annie lent me the first book and I like it. But one thing about Becky Bloomwood (aka The Shopaholic) gets on my nerve, she just can't stop spending!!! LOL! I will probably do up a review on this book after I finish it. Until then, shall we? I might also flaunt my new school bag in the next post. Opps, am I spending too much like Becky?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-4889359813986312687?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4889359813986312687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=4889359813986312687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/4889359813986312687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/4889359813986312687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-1-234-567.html' title='Day 1 234 567'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-4482240865877720422</id><published>2008-03-15T10:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:52.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They say women are fickle, I don't know. I feel that I'm a little fickle now....not as in liking another boy, that is. I'm fickle cuz I like another colour now... I used to like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sky blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; very much, I still do. However, it seems that the things I choose to buy now tend to be more of the colour &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess it's because of me forever choosing &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; colour products that my inner-self wants to have a change. It is protesting for a radical change!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Relating it to Economics learnt in school, the demand for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;colour products increases while the demand for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;colour products decreases. Of course, that theory only applies to me. LOL. The food that I eat also becomes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177796437767472450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R9s6bVBpxUI/AAAAAAAAABA/NPCCoub71Cg/s200/SANY1418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never prefer strawberry flavoured foods, but&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sweet colour of this cake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;attracted me so much that I bought it. It costs $0.80, still affordable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Then again, it is not true that I totally ignore the colour blue. I saw this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nike bag at GP about a week ago. I thought of buying it cuz my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Puma bag is a little torn. It is quite cute, patterned with mickey mouse like ears. It also comes in black, orange, white and...I can't remember. It's not that expensive but I will only buy it when I really really need it. I hope there's still enough stock when I go purchase it! Fingers crossed! I was searching on yahoo! for the picture of the Nike bag I want but couldn't find it. Instead, I found some really nice &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; colour bags from various sports brands:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177799839381570898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R9s9hVBpxVI/AAAAAAAAABI/nM5mQ2aTmRk/s200/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177799994000393570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R9s9qVBpxWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zIJ8pyM-1eA/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like the colour, they look so cool!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not into them though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School reopens in 2 days time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't wait to go back and meet my friends again, I was on MC for the last 2 days of school and I'm still not fully recovered up till now! How am I going to have PC(aka PE) on Monday? Grrr... and the CCA thing is really making me feel conflicted.&lt;strong&gt; I want to join tennis. I signed up for photography. Now I'm considering taekwondo!&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, I'm telling myself this at the moment: First choice, tennis. If fail, then taekwondo. Third choice, photography. I don't think joining taekwondo will be difficult. If I really join it, I will be kicking butts all the time! Wooo! I can really feel the vibe now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Soon, I will be going for Korean language lessons conducted by the school as an IDP, it's been all I wished for. The venue is so very convenient as it will be conducted in school! Jiamin is going with me. I seriously can't wait any longer!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-4482240865877720422?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4482240865877720422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=4482240865877720422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/4482240865877720422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/4482240865877720422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/delights.html' title='Delights!'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/R9s6bVBpxUI/AAAAAAAAABA/NPCCoub71Cg/s72-c/SANY1418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-7859171599549402449</id><published>2008-03-12T11:04:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:52.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's a rainy Wednesday morning and I'm still down with my cough. It's almost more than a week already. The cough is as bad as keeping me awake for the first 2 hours when I go to sleep every night and I would wake up early to start the coughing again. My stomach muscles have gone wobbly from all the coughing but I think the medicine the doctor prescribed me yesterday did their work. I feel better... I gave up sleeping in further today and got up to bathe. I popped the television, flipped the channels and settled on Prime Time Morning, channel 5. After a while, I came online and Xingyu chatted with me. He gave me this riddle his brother told him. Before I reveal the riddle, I have to emphasize strongly that Xingyu do not take credit in its making, neither do I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Why is the cockerel crowing when the kitten falls into a pond?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BECAUSE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A wet pussy makes the cock happy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, I agree it's perverse but it does make your lips curve upwards, right? :)&lt;/span&gt; The smile on you fades when the next topic is being brought up. The SKINNING of ANIMALS ALIVE!! It was an email forwarded to me by my friends. I've watched the obscene video, I just can't believe the Chinese men have the heart to even do it. The animals were truly pathetic and helpless! Someone or some organisation please save them and stop all these from happening again. I cried as I watched the video, it was definitely.... mere words can't be put down to explain my feelings toward the poor animals. The last part when the skinned raccoon held up its bare head before giving in to the darkness was terribly saddening. That's how all those rich people obtain their fur coats - at the expense of these animals' lives. It's no wonder Princess Mia in Princess Diaries wants to safeguard the rights of animals. The unspoken voices.... save them please!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176761427958547762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R9eNF1BpxTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4VOYUS2p_SQ/s200/photo01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The sex scandal of Edison Chen and his female sex partners created a storm in the entertainment industry. I feel that it is not worth for him to quit because of all those sex photos being disseminated. Don't get me wrong, I am not supporting Edison but it's such a pity that he has to leave the Hong Kong entertainment industry after working in it for so many years. I, needless to say, disagree with his actions. Must he really take videos and photos of him making out with his sex partners? Is it even necessary? If he'd really wanted to, he should have saved his files in a hard disk or thumbdrive and delete the files in the computer before sending it for repair. How could he have been so careless? He had not only disgraced himself, he had also caused embarrassment to the girls. The culprit(s) who disseminated Edison's private files was/were in the wrong too. It is an infringement of Edison Chen's privacy! Anyway, the scandal has come to an end with Edison apologizing to the public through a media conference and this should serve as a warning to all people, to think twice before deciding on video taping or shooting themselves having sex. First, the Tammy scandal and now Edison, who's next? I hope there isn't any more 'who's next?'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;No book or movie review ready to blog, just Random Thoughts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Until next time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-7859171599549402449?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7859171599549402449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=7859171599549402449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/7859171599549402449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/7859171599549402449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts...'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/R9eNF1BpxTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4VOYUS2p_SQ/s72-c/photo01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516419122770648971.post-526609349239355975</id><published>2008-03-11T13:01:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:54.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It must be love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK! So, because of some reasons I deleted my previous bl&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R9eI7VBpxSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Kx0YTGAM1kE/s1600-h/SANY1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;og I created... and all along after that I've been thinking: 'Hey, I can always blog about other things and still be who I am, yeah?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like to read books and watch movies, so I thought, and have always thought of writing reviews about them. I think it's gonna be really exciting cuz I can feel the tingles of excitement running through my veins now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right, today I'll start with the book, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'It Must be Love'&lt;/span&gt; by Rachel Gibson. This is actually the second book by this wonderful author which I read. She's under the Little Black Dress books company and you can just tell what kind of genre this book is in just by reading the tag line: 'Pick up a Little Black Dress, it's a girl thing.' Romance is the word to describe the genre! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it's kind of nice to have a company like Little Black Dress which produce all the romantic novels for girls/women. I don't know about others, but I think the books suit me well. Currently, I own 3 of Little Black Dress books. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'It Must Be Love'&lt;/span&gt; is one of them. The next is Rachel Gibson's &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'The Trouble With Valentine's Day'&lt;/span&gt; and the last is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Hex and the Single Girl'&lt;/span&gt; by Valerie Frankel. Just to satisfy any creeping curiosity, I coloured the titles not only to highlight them but to show people how they are seen to me. The colours match the colours of the book covers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176756248227988754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R9eIYVBpxRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/4ieNc5Xhz6U/s200/SANY1413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'It Must Be Love'&lt;/span&gt; is a story revolving between two unlike individuals. Gabrielle Breedlove and Joe Shanahan. The former is an antique shop owner and the latter is a police detective. The story goes like this: Gabrielle's business partner, Kevin Carter was having his hands full on illegal selling of stolen antiques behind her back. Gabe, as Kevin calls her, was too trusting to believe this fact when the police told her about it. At first, the P.D suspected both Gabe and Kevin were involve in this case and had detective Shanahan to tail Gabe while maybe some other detectives went off to tail Kevin. Of course, Gabe noticed this stranger stalking her in the park when she went for morning jogs for the past week. She carried out a plan to nab this stalker and found out that he was actually a cop. He arrested her back to the police station for assault and for carrying an empty derringer. It was at that place when she knew about Kevin's case. Events moved on and detective Shanahan had to pose as Gabe's boyfriend to get close to Kevin as an undercover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During that period of time as Joe was posing as Gabe's boyfriend, sparks of love shot through their hearts. They'd taken a liking for the other party but didn't admit it. The girl thinks he's not enlightened enough and the guy thinks she's crazy. But when Gabe was sure of her feelings for Joe when the case was near closing, he walked away from her! Like a chicken! He upset her and she left her town to her grandfather's with her mother and aunt Yolanda. Her heart did mend after a month. It also took Joe that amount of time to be sure of his feelings for her. They met again and he wanted her back but of course she walked away like he did, depriving him of what he wanted. However, he managed to coax her back into his arms with the Yin and Yang necklace. She had told him he was her Yang but he didn't understand it before, now he do. So it's a happy ending soon after. They were married and Gabe was preggers!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't that what all girls hope to have in their life? For me(and maybe for many others as well), I wish for something really extraordinary and yet normal to happen to me and then &lt;em&gt;voila&lt;/em&gt;, I have the love of my life beside me, forever! It's hard to explain what I'm wishing for and it's hard for it to happen. You can only think about it but it doesn't happen at all. Let's put it this way, I wish for a magical event to happen, which will then trigger a string of other events after it and then with a wink of the eye, I see myself in a cosy little home spending quality time with my husband. That's just about the typical type of romantic stories you read from novels. It's that simple, but will it ever drench on me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It did drenched on Gabe though. She's a beautiful woman, 28 years of age. She concocts new aromatherapy oils and spa mask and believed in karma. Her quirky mindset scared the hell out of Joe, which added some cute humour in the book. Joe, a man 35 years of age is starting to get worried about not having a family of his own. He's strong and bulk, a hunk many women would die to possess. Haha! But not me...I don't go for such mature men. Joe is portrayed as stubborn and firm and his character is drafted pretty well. The entire story doesn't seem fake and absurd at all. Normal people in normal professions and in normal illegal deals but the whole seemed magical. It's like having someone up there preparing the next scene in your normal daily life with magic.(Yes! Magic!) I like the way Gibson can provide details on how detectives work in order to nab a criminal. She's an author but she is familiar with the police issues. It shows that she gathered the right guidelines. Come to think of it, she may have been watching all episodes of C.S.I, hence she's able to write stuffs about the law. :D Gibson had also slowly showed the progress of Gabe and Joe's relationship, leaving suspense to the reader now and then about whether or not they will be together. To spoil the fun, I actually guessed what will happen in the end cuz it's the typical type of romantic stories. &lt;em&gt;Girl and guy fall in love, they had some qualms, parted for a while then got back together and get married. &lt;/em&gt;I'm not trying to say that the book is no good or whatever, if it's not good I wouldn't have bought it. Nearly forgot to add, I think Gabrielle Breedlove's name is kind of spun up to fit the story, ain't it? Breedlove, as in breed love. Breed the love around you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I too, like Gabe, believe in Fate. It is Fate that brought her to Joe and vice versa. In my own life, it's the same. It's fate that brought me to my family and all my friends and I love them all. Hehe. So, will Fate give me a hand and land me in Team JJ's tennis squad as my CCA? Although I signed up for Photograhy, but Hope is in me. Hope is there telling me there is a chance for me to be in tennis, but will Fate bring at least 6 more girls with me to join it? I like photograhy too but it ain't the first choice and I will feel empty if unable to join tennis. Don't worry, whatever the outcome, Fate has it in its hands for us. If I landed in Photograhy or somewhere else, I will still have fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until next time, with another book or movie review in my head, ciao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R9eI7VBpxSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Kx0YTGAM1kE/s1600-h/SANY1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176756849523410210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R9eI7VBpxSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Kx0YTGAM1kE/s200/SANY1415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7HqW-47yF9A/R9eI7VBpxSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Kx0YTGAM1kE/s1600-h/SANY1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/516419122770648971-526609349239355975?l=witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/feeds/526609349239355975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=516419122770648971&amp;postID=526609349239355975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/526609349239355975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/516419122770648971/posts/default/526609349239355975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchy-cherrylicious-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-must-be-love.html' title='It must be love...'/><author><name>Cherie Witchay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208275615242549363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7HqW-47yF9A/R9eIYVBpxRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/4ieNc5Xhz6U/s72-c/SANY1413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
