<?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-23505661</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:07:28.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cats are fuzzy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3854383236081227662</id><published>2008-08-09T03:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T03:38:54.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONGRATULATIONS KR WARRIORS! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo happy! we swept ten out of the twelve awards for halls at rag. gg man. haha. got up at 1.30 am for rag but suddenly received an sms telling us to continue sleeping till 3.30. then did warm ups and were told not to fall asleep. everyone fell asleep anyway. haha. did the horrendous face painting but actually the shoemakers got away easy cause we didn't have to body paint. diane (my neighbour) who was bathing in the next cubicle was having trouble scraping it off. ate lots of 'lipstick' though. the performance was over pretty fast. but we rocked man! apparently the judges were bobbing along to our dance and non kr related groups were all cheering for us, especially the finale and the cheerleading section. and master and the kr president popping out of the shoe surprised everyone. haha. in future i think all the halls will also ask their master to participate in some way or other in the presentation. we were all holding hands and damn nervous during the announcement of best presentation and lots of the dancers started crying when we won it. it was really.. yeah man. hahahha. since we won we get to go to chingay. of course, it was also thanks to the raggers who spent so much time building the super pretty intricate float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after intense cam-whoring in our disgusting make-up we went for dinner together and celebrated in the dance studio after that. i can't believe there's no dance prac tomorrow. feels so weird. i think i'll have severe withdrawal symptoms. and no more warm-ups and kriss' crunches. sigh. rag dancers rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3854383236081227662?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3854383236081227662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3854383236081227662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3854383236081227662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3854383236081227662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/08/congratulations-kr-warriors-sooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-6704398650200134263</id><published>2008-08-03T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:31:14.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from my first week of hall stay. Probably won't have the time or energy to blog much from now on. So much stuff happened this week, like rag dance practices and the dating game. My date said yes already so I can slack from now on haha. Bought the fujitsu laptop, I'm using it right now. Hope I recover soon if not rag is going to be tough. I'm too tired to link the sentences if you noticed. Miss my friends from out of hall. Too bad I couldn't see jamie on saturday. My neighbours are nice and sweet and caring. I'm going to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-6704398650200134263?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6704398650200134263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=6704398650200134263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6704398650200134263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6704398650200134263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-from-my-first-week-of-hall-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3752477212019129612</id><published>2008-07-27T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T02:54:39.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last week before I enter hall and most my time is spent in NUS anyway. Kr rag on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. Watched "The Dark Night" with my 'rovers og' on Wednesday and stupid me I really regret not sleeping over at biz rag with my 'biz og'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was damn fun I went rollerblading with part of my rovers og at ecp. JJ was damn pro he skated pro-ly despite holding onto a bag and his pro camera. It's damn shiok going on an outing with JJ because you don't have to be worried that there's no pictures and he even comes to our houses to pick us up. He really rocks. We took lots of ghey pictures like us imitating some pro blader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then potluck at Jj's house! The theme was geek but no one really dressed like one. Haha. Made all the guys gel their hair until they looked like idiots. They all tried to hide but to avail (sic) when jj's mother came home haha. Jeremy looked like he walked out from some old channel 8 drama like chu lu while andy and wei zhuan just looked damn weird. Jj looked like a principal. We were preparing a surprise for our facils so we holed ourselves up in jj's room and denied entry to all the seniors, claiming that we were changing into our outfits (with both girls and guys in there, how likely). Then later we took turns laosai-ing or doing god knows what in the toilets for damn long to write comments on their papers. I even called Jamie to help me in the toilet so we could both write together haha. And yet, none of the seniors suspected anything?! My god. Haha. Then when we were preparing the seniors present in the room we surprised jing long with a birthday cake. So many surprises in one day. The potluck was awesome there was so much food and since our og's favourite thing to do is eat, we practically spent the whole time eating. We hardly managed to play any of the many games we brought from home. Jaslyn came up with the lousy idea of hiding all the food while peiyu went to take a bath so we could claim that we had finished all the food while she was bathing. She just immediately went to the kitchen after we said that to check haha. And stupid jamie forgot to bring the cable for her ddr so she, me and jing long just played without the mat while Andy played using the controller so we wouldn't fail the level. Much to our horror, he still failed despite using the controller. Then we played taboo where we had to restrain jing long because he kept playing it like charades. He also likes to blurt out the answers for the other team?! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the og stayed over but sadly, I couldn't because I have to pack for moving into hall. I'm seriously quite dreading moving in. I'm going to miss my house and all. There's no tv, fridge, uncrowded toilet, ironing board etc in kr. And WHICH LAPTOP SHOULD I BUY. It's such a huge decision. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Box in the Ship by DBSK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3752477212019129612?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3752477212019129612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3752477212019129612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3752477212019129612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3752477212019129612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-week-before-i-enter-hall-and-most.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-8727210497965384073</id><published>2008-07-20T21:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:44:45.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot some stuff about the camp that I must say, like the game where we had to dress up someone as a tranny. Caho chee bai was really damn funny as a tranny. He even had nipples, which were nuts picked up from the beach. Jamie and I used tissue paper to make gladiator shoes for him. And for some reason, our OG is ALWAYS hungry. We will finish all the food given to us and hunger for more. Like straight after breakfast, lunch and dinner, I'm hungry. Haha. Our favourite item is the biscuit tin. We either have it with us or we fill an entire bread bag with biscuits. I really don't see why la. We don't even really do strenous stuff in the camp. It carried on after camp because I feel hungry all the time and my mother was shocked by how much I ate for dinner. Hopefully I'll gain weight. Oh and my sp this time was an OGL. I was damn suspicious the whole time. The first thing i said to him was: are you an ogl? Haha. I lied to him damn badly. First I said I was from Jurong Jc and that my sec school was dunman sec, which are at opposite ends of singapore. And when he asked me where dunman sec was I said i had no idea because my father fetched me there. I also lied that I was from choir and I couldn't make the SYF team. When he asked me my position in choir I hesitated damn long before saying "tenor", which is a position girls rarely assume. Just before revelation I became damn paranoid because someone passing by said, "can't you recognise his voice?" And I immediately asked him non-stop whether he's from my OG. He knows who I am since the first time since some stupid guy went to read out all the big bold words on my t-shirt during sp night. I was feeling quite bad about lying but I didn't need to cause he was an OGL haha. Then we went for night trek and it was quite scary because I thought it was fright night and they were just pretending that it wasn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-8727210497965384073?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8727210497965384073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=8727210497965384073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8727210497965384073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8727210497965384073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-forgot-some-stuff-about-camp-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-88252054300468568</id><published>2008-07-20T17:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:26:12.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/SINeLxqwfMI/AAAAAAAAADE/rx5emOzWfmg/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/SINeLxqwfMI/AAAAAAAAADE/rx5emOzWfmg/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225123549084155074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of camp (I wasn't around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from camp. Yet again. Rovers camp was really DAMN FUN. Missed the first day cause of rag dance but managed to join them for night cycling, which turned out to be just cycling for supper. So when the  rest of them went to sleep, Jamie and I and *cao ni ma de b* continued cycling. And I can't believe ECP doesn't have bathing facilities! Jamie and I had a traumatising bathing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/SINhIyPs0qI/AAAAAAAAADM/8fHzd80R9q8/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/SINhIyPs0qI/AAAAAAAAADM/8fHzd80R9q8/s320/collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225126796234379938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/SIN1DG1YxiI/AAAAAAAAADk/ed7VImIclLw/s1600-h/IMG_8853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/SIN1DG1YxiI/AAAAAAAAADk/ed7VImIclLw/s320/IMG_8853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225148688914499106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then second day we went kayaking at Pulau Ubin. Kayaked with Ian there but we were like always at the back. Then on the way back I switched partners and partnered with Jamie and we kayaked so jiliely that we were always in the front if not first. We wanted to show them that two girls would not lose to all the girl guy partners (which is everyone else). We shrieked like mad the whole trip because we didn't have enough strength to change direction (we also didn't know the proper way) and we kept drifting to the left. Other groups were staring at us because we were making so much noise. We even overtook the instructor at times (which we're not supposed to do but we couldn't help it). Then they made us stop and let all the slow people have soooo much of a headstart and we were like WTF we're fast because we used all our energy. Anyway we managed to catch up at the end and were racing against this couple whom I asked them to please let us win. Haha. They won anyway so we were second. Then we played beach games which included jumping over the "valley of death" which is just this pathetic tiny line of depression in the sand which they formed by pushing the sand aside. We laughed like mad after hearing the stupid name. We won every single game and won a clue for cluedo. After dinner we played the card game in which everyone gets a card with the numbers 1-? (depending on how many people are playing) except one person who gets the King card. That person gets to instruct two people holding the numbers he/she calls to do a forfeit together. Some forfeits were sooo gross like licking a line across someone's neck, smelling each others' feet and plucking another's nose hair. Anyway my fengshui was so good I only kena easy forfeits like lying there while someone acts like im dying from a car accident. The best forfeit ever is *cao cheebai's* and *eat shit'* war games forfeit in which they chased each other and rolled over on the floor. Omo it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/SINkMsYq_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/9Do0yC2Yc_Q/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/SINkMsYq_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/9Do0yC2Yc_Q/s320/collage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225130161915755762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we played this SUPER FUNNY game. Ok if you've been wondering why I call my group members by vulgarities this is why. We played the game whereby each person opens a card and if you open a card with the same number as someone else you have to try to shout the other person's codename before he shouts yours. Our theme was vulgarities so everyone's codename was a vulgarity. Haha apparently mine was the most vulgar. Ok there was ta ma deh, eat shit, go and die, fuck you, fucking asshole, diu lei, ka ni na bu, chao chee bai, cao ni ma de b and however you spell it: en cle vu (french for fuck). Other groups were looking on in horror as we shouted vulgarities. For the rest of the camp we called each other by our vulgarities and the funny thing is we will respond to our vulgarities. Then we went trekking after that and although we were in the last batch to set off we ended up first because we completed every task expertly. En Cle Vu was a good navigator as well. Throughout the trek the seniors entertained us with lame riddles and jokes. It's amazing how many they have stored up haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we practised our skit and had outdoor cooking before campfire. The campfire was really the highlight it was soooo fun. The skits were all funny. Ours had like a billion screw-ups but the RA scene between chao chee bai and fucking asshole was damn funny. Ok for why the campfire is so fun I must explain how fun my OG is. It's like, everyone is so siao and funny, even the freshies. Our cheers are far from the conventional ones. Our favourite cheer is the one whereby our OGL will blow a whistle while we all dance like mad. Everytime we cheer we're in our own world we completely forget where we are. During our group cheer the MC interrupted while we were dancing to say that we're in our own world. Then at the end where everyone joined hands in a huge circle around the fire to sing songs, our OG would break apart from the group to do stupid things like singing the song in different styles. We kept breaking apart until all the other OGs separated into their own groups. Then we started singing Umbrella until the MC had to come to break us up in which chao chee bai took an umbrella and held it over the MC's head while we all shouted "ELLA ELLA ELLA". I don't think the other groups enjoyed the campfire as much as us haha. Then later we tried to stay up all night and some of the other groups went to sleep or played the usual games. But our OG went to a clearing and played music and danced like siao with light sticks. We even had solo dances each. Then we played charades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/SINkr1ugYXI/AAAAAAAAADc/US3zaJKnKwo/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/SINkr1ugYXI/AAAAAAAAADc/US3zaJKnKwo/s320/collage4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225130696999199090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day (collages all stolen from jamie's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning other OGs played boring games again while we played charades with the mat dropping every ten seconds so it gets harder and harder to see the person acting out the word. Then prize presentation. We won best facilitators and best OG. The seniors from our group were saying that since we won best facils that they thought we wouldn't win best OG already so they were all like going off to do something else and got a shock when we won it. Contrast this with Jamie and I. Because we had sugar cane plastic packets in our hands when they were announcing best OG, we were like "oh no where do we hang it". Haha we were already so sure that we won. Jamie says other OGs were saying our OG name when they were announcing. Then we danced jiliely as usual in the centre of the circle. After playing the wooh game we played pepsi cola. Our group is really weird we don't play conventional games haha. Then went back to wash tents since we agreed the night before that we would do so if we won best OG. There wasn't much to do there so our OG went to play basketball and later volleyball (how do they have so much energy!) while I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for damn long and woke up for rag dance the next day. Then Bryan was having a supper celebration for his birthday so I had time from 2.30-9 to kill. Guess what. I shopped throughout and even didn't have enough time to shop. I even bought a pillow and bolster from vivo and I took the MRT with it to City Hall. I really looked damn ghey carrying it around. Bryan and his family got a shock when they saw me. Ate yummy cheesecake and then left when they went for supper and a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving in on the 27th. That's in seven days time. Actually there's like no difference since I'm already in NUS everyday. Kind of sad actually. I have to miss Rambo's OG outing on Monday because of rag dance. Sigh. Really want to meet up with them because I don't think there'll be another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Bryan and Luther!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; U-Go-Girl by Hyori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-88252054300468568?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/88252054300468568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=88252054300468568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/88252054300468568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/88252054300468568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/SINeLxqwfMI/AAAAAAAAADE/rx5emOzWfmg/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-845096927232664914</id><published>2008-07-15T10:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:18:13.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this moment Jamie is at camp where I should be while I'm stuck in the office. I was so worried today about carrying my huge bag and sleeping bag on the crowded 855 in the morning. It's always bloody crowded every day and I only get to sit more than three quarters into the journey (office is near vivo wth). But today it was so empty and I even got a seat so I could sleep. Lucky! And I finally got my i pod last night. Stupid computer was giving so many problems though, I had to keep plugging out my i pod even though I'm supposed to charge it for eight hours straight. Instead I immediately updated it with all the songs because I'm beyond desperate. Haha. This is my second replacement i pod already. I treat each replacement i pod worse because I have the mindset that its three months/six months newer than it should be. Anyway I have the feeling that as long as I go to the i pod centre, they'll just replace my i pod because they don't sell my version anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously exhausted and lacking sleep. Went for two dance lessons yesterday and was shocked to see Bryan as the instructor for j/k pop as well. That makes three lessons of his I went for in three days. So sad he didn't use k pop. There's actually not much difference in speed for his beg and adv beg lessons, just the steps are a bit easier. But that's not good because the thing that limits me is the speed of learning. His choreography is awesome though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh later cabbing to East Coast Park after rag dance at NUS. It's going to cost me a fortune. I think when I reach there I'll just collapse next to my bicycle and they'll have to transport me with the lorry for bags. If my Secret Pal is Ian I'll laugh myself to death haha. Oh well an OGL will be taking over me for the first day so I'll just pretend to be a Korean on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Look Only at Me Part 2 by G-Dragon (Big Bang)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-845096927232664914?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/845096927232664914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=845096927232664914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/845096927232664914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/845096927232664914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-this-moment-jamie-is-at-camp-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-5730439720801587339</id><published>2008-07-13T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:26:10.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been really tiring. Monday biz rag* at NUS, Tuesday KR dance rag, Wednesday biz rag, thursday KR dance rag, saturday KR dance rag, dance lesson. I wonder if I'm being stupid by being so immersed in uni before it starts. Afterall I'll get to totally immerse myself for the next three years. I can't believe uni is starting so soon. It may seem like a month away for most people but I have hall orientation camp for two weeks so I'll be moving into NUS on the 27th. I'm both anticipating and dreading hall life. Sigh. At least Jamie is nearby. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's dance lesson was stressful as usual. Bryan's Adv Beg classes go so fast I can't keep up and everyone else is so good. I have to chiong four lessons in three days so I have another dance lesson tomorrow and two on monday. At least I'll see Crystal at studio wu. Oh did I mention I'm going to another camp? Haha. On tuesday after work (my last day) I'll go to NUS for KR rag dance and then cab to east coast park to make it in time to join my rovers og for night cycling. I feel so tired just thinking about it. I'm actually kind of relieved I'm missing the first day of camp. At least I won't be so tired. Not that I'm not anyway. In both the other camps Jamie's og was always my og's ally/neighbours. In this camp we are actually in the same og! WTH right. And somemore I handled all the registration for the camp for her and she paid for me using her bank account so they can't possibly think we're not friends so why would they want to put us in the same group. Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out at the optician (who was a rude asshole) that I'm not suitable for wearing contact lenses. It's like a huge blow to me. I always thought I had the option to wear lenses and hence be able to put eye make up and all that. Now the only lenses I can wear are dailies and they blur my vision as well as being bloody uncomfortable so I can only wear them when it's absolutely necessary like during performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I have to do and settle and I don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rag is a nus tradition in which halls/faculties construct a 'float' based on a theme out of recyclable materials and presenters dance on the stage with the float displayed behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Love Should Go on by Shinee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-5730439720801587339?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5730439720801587339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=5730439720801587339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5730439720801587339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5730439720801587339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-week-has-been-really-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-8355301226758845792</id><published>2008-06-29T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:43:38.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been really busy this week. Shall not elaborate much on business camp since it's largely similar to sheares+kr combined. Played the tail game again in which we're supposed to collect puzzle pieces and snatch other peoples tails. But the main thing is to collect puzzle pieces so I was the only idiot attacking others and snatching their tails haha. I mean, what's so fun about collecting puzzle pieces! Each group had a tail of their own colour and ours was white so Jonathan came up with the genius idea of putting toilet paper. We had more lives than a cat. On the last day of the camp we got our prize together with a bonus prize of a roll of toilet paper. Secret Pal revelation was gross my SP had to lie down with M&amp;amp;Ms and whipped cream on his nipples to let another guy get the M&amp;amp;Ms before he could guess which girl was his SP. Then retro night at Timbre. The food was great I ate two plates by myself. For some reason I ate like a pig (jie liang) in biz camp. Anyway I'm super gullible I believed everything my SP lied to me about for fun. My next SP is going to get it haha. My OG is really super slack this time. Commonly heard phrases are "hurry guys you're late" or "you guys are the last". Haha. We were so slow for the Amazing Race that we skipped a few stations I think. After experiencing the other two camps this camp is really relaxing. Except the part where they woke us up at 3 am for a jog haha. I knew they were plotting something sinister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business OGs are really damn on. We met the next day for dinner. All the guys except Michael were damn late. Then half of them went clubbing and the rest of us went to starbucks to chill. Their chocolate drink is really lacking chocolate so I dumped more than half of the bottle of chocolate in (= milo dinosaur). It really became damn chocolatey haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met my Sheares OG the next day for dinner and a movie after dance lesson in which I think i kind of sprained my thigh. They bought one less ticket so they were like oh everyone just lift up the arm-rests and squeeze. In the end for some reason only Meiling, Siew Feng and I squeezed into two seats. Really damn uncomfortable. I realised I've never watched a movie as plot-less as zouhan before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TIM! BE SAFE AND HEALTHY AND STUDY HARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-8355301226758845792?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8355301226758845792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=8355301226758845792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8355301226758845792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8355301226758845792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/been-really-busy-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-4238497727779124327</id><published>2008-06-22T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:39:04.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost my clubbing virginity on Wednesday. Haha. Went for dinner first with my kr og. Actually only Lydia, Fritzie, Bryan, Leonard, Wei Long and CJ turned up. Then went to mambo. It was freaking crowded, as Sale predicted. Couldn't get into Phuture because it was full. Bryan and Leonard  entertained us with their clubbing and drunkard experiences until 11.30. Then danced non-stop for five hours until the lights came on at 4.30. My father was quite pissed I think. Because I had to go for work the next day haha. At the end the podium cleared so I went on to dance. Thinking back, maybe I was a bit high from the alcohol. Came down when a Caucasian insisted on dancing with me. Big thanks to Bryan and Leonard for buying us so many drinks and taking such good care of us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for biz pre-camp yesterday where we were made to jog 2 km around NUS with Joanne Peh haha. The slopes were quite tiring. I was running right at the front with an og mate because the rest of our og somehow disappeared. Then just when we were reaching our destination the front suddenly slowed down to a crawl. Really wanted to overtake them but oh well you can't overtake Joanne Peh. Haha. Then zaoed for KR Steppers (cheerleading) workshop. Omo it was really SIBEI FUN. I thought we would be doing cartwheels and splits but they actually lifted us into the air and all. I nearly killed Bryan when for some reason I jumped off him instead of stepping off. I love elevator it's the easiest and the most stable. The seniors were really damn good they cushioned our falls and caught us whenever we fell (haha this sounds so cliched). It's damn funny. When someone falls at the other side of the hall the guys from our side will try to dash over to catch them even though it's impossible. Then joined my biz og for lunch before trying to make it in time for Yutaki's dance lesson. Couldn't make it though so I had to head home to shower instead of showering there. On the way I stopped at Orchard to change my dress and ended up shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dinner with 7A! Missed you guys so much!! Sat next to the idiot Jie Liang who kept throwing innards into the steamboat pot and dumping meat in in gigantic clumps. He eats like a freaking caveman. I was trying to eat more to gain back the 3 kg I lost so I challenged him to see who could last longer since everyone else had stopped eating. Made him eat all the left-overs in the pot, which included lumps of meat, innards and noodles dumped in by Phang. It actually looked like a normal kuay teow meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finished packing for Business Camp which is tomorrow. If I thought I dreaded Sheares camp, this is worse. Oh well, I'll end up enjoying it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; You're Out by Wonder Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-4238497727779124327?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4238497727779124327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=4238497727779124327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4238497727779124327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4238497727779124327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-lost-my-clubbing-virginity-on.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-8582028483155148304</id><published>2008-06-18T09:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:02:09.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two camps down, two more to go. I swear jamie and I are super fated. This time, we were only two doors apart from each other. And later in war games our groups decided to be allies, yet again. My og is daroubao, jamie's is xiaolongbao and cheryl's is kongbabao. Don't you think kongba sounds super funny. Haha. I met two dbsk fans in my group! And they're guys! I mean, guy fans are so rare and I meet two in my group?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was so relaxed. We were forced to watch Shutter at night, lucky it was the American version. But it was still scary!! Lucky I missed the ending because my group was pulled to play cluedo. For the rest of the nights, I would think about shutter before I sleep. To make things worse, my bed is facing the window so I would imagine the ghost climbing up into the room through my window. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was damn intense. Went Sentosa, where we played so many games that were damn tiring. My group totally owned at all the physical games because both the girls and guys are damn fit (i'm only fit in the first half of all games haha). My group had a netballer/basketballer girl and she totally owned most of the guys. Jamie's group really sucked at the tapping and chasing game. Then after lunch we started on Amazing Race. My group started out first but ended up last haha. We were like strolling leisurely at the start. Then later we ran everywhere in slippers. Damn painful. There was this station where a girl and a guy had to hold potato chips with their mouths and spin five rounds. My group had this really blur guy who kept eating the potato chips with his gay partner. Haha. He's so painfully blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day we walked to west coast and played more games. I volunteered to climb the spider thingy in the obstacle course. Haha I was up against this ODACian who is actually Jamie's Secret Pal (SP). Anyway no fight because by the time my group reached me he already reached the top. I kept having to go to the toilet after that because I had to drink a whole bottle of water before climbing. I was attempting to drink it the way the people in martial arts dramas drink wine but failed quite miserably. Then played dog&amp;amp;bone with water bombs. The guy whom has the same number with me is actually my secret pal! And he knew who I was while I was happily oblivious. Anyway I whacked him with a water bomb. Haha. Then we played this rolling game in which we had to roll over people to transport stuff like eggs over and the subway game in which we painted ourselves different colours and formed sandwiches. Hmm then war games in which you protect your ogl wrapped up in newspaper. In the end we went all out because there was hardly any newspaper left on our ogl. We all attacked kongbabao haha because theirs was so dry. They all just stood there obliviously protecting theirs while I stole their waterbombs non-stop and kept throwing. Only after the whistle was blown then someone said eh they stole our water bombs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our groups went to prepare dinner while Jamie and I had to practise for the sheares pageant. So funny we were rivals. Then SP revelation. My sp is so nice haha. I love his gift it's so cute. He got his friend to buy it from HK for me. Then the pageant itself. Jamie and her partner were really damn ghey during the catwalk. Had to dance mass dance on stage and they played the music wrongly twice! So I stopped and everyone else stopped and they started telling me that it's correct. BUT IT WAS WRONG OK I'M DAMN SURE. Haha. My partner and I really suck at the turning. I always end up flinging him around. In the end Jamie's partner won Mr Sheares and I won Miss S(Sheares)-factor. Haha. Then my og played games the whole night without sleeping. I don't think I can ever make up the lost hours of sleep accumulated in my sleep bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner+mambo tonight, tomorrow outing with class clique (?), saturday biz pre-camp+steppers workshop in the morning, dance class in the afternoon, effsi outing, class steamboat outing at night. To top it all, kr og outing sentosa for the whole day. I can't take it man. So many decisions to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Step by Step by Battle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-8582028483155148304?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8582028483155148304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=8582028483155148304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8582028483155148304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8582028483155148304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-camps-down-two-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-9110411470088548165</id><published>2008-06-08T13:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:54:20.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok back from camp yesterday. It was really fun and there's too much to blog about so I'll try to cut it short. So my Blood Group (OG) was Hawkins and Jamie's was Sanders. The camp is based on the Heroes series. Our groups are allies so we fight against other groups during some games. We even live on the same block same level and for some reason we keep meeting each other in the toilet. First day we played lots of games like captain's ball using a raw chicken. This was really gross lucky I played at the beginning. By the end there was only a quarter of a chicken left and i can't take the sight or smell of raw food so bleah. The last game was super fun. It's called Capture whereby you tuck a blue strip of cloth into your shorts and venture out in groups to steal other groups blue cloth for points. They have to go back to base once they lose their cloth. Lots of other side stuff like picking up straws/sticks for points and solving puzzles. I went out with Jamie, Bryan and Leonard and we kept running into specific freaks (who will snatch your blue cloth) like the panda, army man and dracula. Jamie kept being chased by the zombie. We won in the end and the prize is a 256 MB SD card each. Then block supper! Our group cooked baked chicken and made cocktail and Terence and I presented the dish for our group. Then we met our secret pal (SP) blindfolded while at the mercy of the seniors who did random things like feed us potato chips, smear places with peanut butter, colgate, mashed potatoes and squash our hands together onto a banana. It was so chaotic haha. Went for supper after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was war games. Human fooseball was fun. It's like table soccer except we are the players. Somehow won with Sanders despite us (the defence) letting in quite a lot of goals. Then we played human snake where each group formed a line and the person in front or the person in the centre with a marker had to draw stars on a paper which is pasted onto the back of each line. They added in stuff like hopping on one leg or duck walking when they blew the whistle. There was one part where we were in the middle of three groups and we were totally coiled (illegal because it shields the last person and hence the paper). Jamie said her group coiled and the person with the marker was drawing happily on their own group's paper because he/she didn't realise. The last game was to stand within a rectangle made out of four poles and move around to attack other groups with water bombs to wet their newspaper which is worn by one person. Our group was quite bad at it because we got too excited. Since other groups were forming alliances we were in the midst of forming one with Jamie's group when a random facilitator threw a water bomb at their group. In the midst of the chaos they immediately assumed we backstabbed them and they started throwing water bombs at us. Tsk. We have better morals than that ok! Haha. Up till now they still think we backstabbed them. We got kicked out in the first round because our whole newspaper disappeared. So we helped Sanders by handing them water bombs and attacking other teams. My BG mate even took revenge on the person who threw the water bomb at Sanders hence causing them to misunderstand by attacking him from the back haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was pool games. For one game, each girl had to partner with a guy and hold a pail with our backs while the other teams tried to make us drop the bucket or get water bombs in. For our group the guys stood on the outside to protect the girls. But the other group was terrible! Some of the girls were standing on the outside. Tsk. Anyway their pails were like so open and we threw so many bombs in. The best game was when the guys had to piggyback a girl who attaches four balloons to her arms and the objective is to burst the other team's balloons. I was so aggressive haha I think the two guys who carried me suffered. My dad said I would scare guys away. So, who cares. It was so fun I burst so many of their balloons and I got to play for both rounds because the other girls were scared of balloons. Then the mass game where it was each team for their own except the other side of the pool formed an alliance and advanced on us. Each group has a king, three knights and a guardian and the objective is to topple the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met our SP again where we had to play some games blindfolded. Learnt the mass dance after that. After supper out again, our OG stayed up till past 4.30am, playing drinking games. It was quite fun except I don't like alcohol. I drank anyway, stupidly not knowing that you're not supposed to drink on an empty stomach. Parts of the many games included everyone speaking in high pitched voices and things like saying quack every five syllables you speak, saying kimchi within every sentence and raising your hand and saying your name three times every time you speak. Oh speaking of kimchi, I made a Korean friend. His name is Kim Sin Tae so I call him Sin Tae oppa haha.  My group calls him kimchi. He taught me some korean and cleared up some of my existing doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day our male SPs fetched the girls for breakfast from our rooms. Haha. We were contemplating switching rooms the night before. After breakfast we watched a performance by Steppers (kr cheerleaders). They are so good! Then did the mass dance and sang the kr song before breaking camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Noona is so Pretty (Replay) by Shinee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-9110411470088548165?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9110411470088548165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=9110411470088548165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9110411470088548165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9110411470088548165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-back-from-camp-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-4018884691951950271</id><published>2008-06-03T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:53:39.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. The storm is over. This is it. NUS here I come. joiNUS. I still feel a little shitty but I didn't feel any disappointment when the clock struck 12. So what if NUS accountancy is made out of NTU rejects. SMU went through the same process. Anything that is new will always have to go through this process. As long as I do well in the uni I choose, it doesn't really matter which one I go to. I believe all three unis will provide me with a good education. And I believe that NUS will strive to improve their accountancy to live up to their reputation as a global university. Right? Haha. I certainly hope so. Now there are so many other uni issues to think about, like LPP. After I spoke to the Korean professor at the talk in Korean she insisted that I skip Level 1 and go straight to Level 2. But if I take Level 1 I will be able to do well in it and pull up my GPA! In Jamie's words, I sabotaged myself. I kept saying that I want to do level 1 but she said that she'll remember me and she'll interview me to see my level. Hope she forgets me by the time the applications get through. Maybe I won't even get pass the faculty selection anyway. Ugh. Uni is such a chore even before it's started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-4018884691951950271?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4018884691951950271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=4018884691951950271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4018884691951950271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4018884691951950271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-1416978706715468479</id><published>2008-06-02T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:41:33.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. In just 45 minutes, my fate will be sealed. I will really be going to NUS. Oh no is it the right choice!!!! I really wish that Business and Accountancy were separate!!! I know it wouldn't really make much of a difference but it is significant to me!! Actually I already chose NUS from the start though I'm in denial. I didn't go for NTU open house, their two tea sessions and SMU's tea session. It's to prevent myself from wavering. In addition, I've already signed up for three NUS camps and paid for two. I hate it that I'm practically psycho-ing myself to go NUS! And I hate it that I keep threatening jamie that i'll change my uni but she knows that i won't do it! Why is she so sure! I'm going to prove her wrong. Haha. It's like I won't change it but I'm still sad that I'm not going to! Ok I don't think anyone else understands. 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Singapore Sale is not great at all. I haven't really found any good deals on my two shopping trips. And it's so hard to find the pants which I want. I wish I weren't so fussy. I would buy more of the things I need that way. Today I bought a water bottle. I just asked the woman how much it costs at the counter and she immediately assumed I was going to buy it! How dare she! She even put it into the carrier at lightning speed and reached her hand out for my money/card which I just instinctively handed to her and before I knew it I had already bought it. More buys should occur like that then I would get things bought. I wonder if today was a sign that I should go to NTU. When we were talking about NTU in NUS someone walked by with a NTU bag. And later in two shops the radio aired interviews with some NTU professor. Ugh. And yet I know I won't change my decision! I think any sane person would choose NTU right. You don't even have to compete to stay in a hall there and their accountancy is presumably better. Oh well. I shall go NUS and help to make their accountancy better. Afterall I'm sure that many people who are going to NUS accountancy rejected NTU/SMU accountancy right. NTU accountancy is so easy to get in because they take in so many people. 30 minutes. And SMU is not as hard to get in as people claim. Oh no see how I'm psycho-ing myself to go NUS. Those reasons do nothing to justify my going NUS. Ok anyway in anything there has to be pioneers right! Ok not that I'm the pioneer batch but I'll be close. OH NO rachel just told me that people who get rejected by NTU go NUS accounting. But how can! Isn't NTU accountancy easy to get in! I would have thought that NUS accountancy is harder to get in. My god I'm panicking. 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-1416978706715468479?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1416978706715468479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=1416978706715468479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1416978706715468479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1416978706715468479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/ohmygodohmygodohmygod.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3066880383619359319</id><published>2008-05-29T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:13:35.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised this morning that I have to fill in a form for nus and submit it by 2 june. And hence the rush now to fill it in, take a picture and mail it before the postman comes. This is a vaguely familiar process. Haha. Now I'm scared that the mail will get lost in the post etc. And I just realised I missed the RSVP for the language programme briefing. Shit. I wanted to know more about it. maybe I shall just gatecrash. But what if I travel all the way to NUS and they won't let me in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone really needs a jab in his eye and a blow to his head to bring him down to earth. I practically rolled my eyeballs out just now. Let me quote some of what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can see from this how I'm not like the others. I am more hardworking and dedicated."&lt;br /&gt;"I could have come in late but I came in early. You see, I require a certain standard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; myself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these were punctuated by remarks by others about yes, it's true, he is the most needed man in the world and his dedication and effort put in is unparalleled. I am being a rude nasty girl these days haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; So Hot by Wonder Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3066880383619359319?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3066880383619359319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3066880383619359319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3066880383619359319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3066880383619359319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-realised-this-morning-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-9164365331487589810</id><published>2008-05-28T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:53:57.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can he seriously just fucking shut up. Can't he tell that I'm not even listening to him at all. His voice is so irritating booming in the background. He thinks he's so bloody smart and omniscient. I seriously can't believe his ego. Annoying old fart. Ugh. He gets worse because of everyone polishing his boots, licking his ass etc. Think of the money cheryl, think of the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, i managed to keep up and remember all the steps for carol's lesson. I asked her about her advanced beginner freestyle hip hop and she told me that it is conducted at a faster pace. Haha. I don't think I shall attempt to go for it yet. And yesterday before I left for dance, the cleaners brought in a tiny little bird. OHMYGOD it was soooooooo adorable and tiny and fluffy and chirpy and it kept spreading its mini wings which are longer than its body length. I got to cup it in my hands where it made little chirping noises. It's not the common mynah, sparrow or crow (haha kingshaw). They asked me whether I wanted to keep it! I wish I could keep it at home or even as an office pet, where its chirps will drown out that irritating man's voice. It's so cute that even sale might like it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Only Look at Me by Taeyang (Big Bang)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-9164365331487589810?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9164365331487589810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=9164365331487589810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9164365331487589810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9164365331487589810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-he-seriously-just-fucking-shut-up.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-7135215179996826961</id><published>2008-05-23T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:19:12.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just what is it with this place and people wanting tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot I'll only be allowed computer access here tomorrow. The idiot who's leaving came twenty minutes late today, making me detour to the guardhouse to ask for a key and told that i had to wait for her to arrive. Waited with the cleaner in the toilet who was bitching to me about how she always comes late. I wouldn't have minded walking to and fro but I just stepped in mud before breakfast and I was hoping to put my stuff down then wash my foot. And the other problem was that my shoe strap in front has been broken since two/three days ago and the scotchtape which I'd been using to keep it in place came out. I'm not that much of a miser not to buy new shoes, just that I'm lazy and I'm also not going to wear my prom heels to work unless it's really necessary because it's a pain in the feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Prayer by Taeyang (Big Bang)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-7135215179996826961?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7135215179996826961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=7135215179996826961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7135215179996826961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7135215179996826961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-what-is-it-with-this-place-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-2208756828452513169</id><published>2008-05-22T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:10:10.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was reading about the rumour of junsu (DBSK) and taeyeon (SNSD) dating. The little fangirl in me couldn't help feeling a bit sad for a short while. Guess I'm deluded just like the rest of them haha. At least junsu has good taste he picked the best of the group (if the rumours are true); she's pretty, sings very well and isn't pretentious. If he had picked oh-my-god-look-at-me-i'm-acting-like-a-retard-to-look-cute sunny (what kind of a stage name is that anyway) or tiffany i would have been quite irritated. Haha junsu acts like a fanboy when he's around her. Already, netizens are picking her apart. I watched this stupid video which said that she stole junsu from cassiopeia (dbsk's fanclub). Wth leave her alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm transferred back there again till further notice. The new girl quit after barely a week. Which probably means i'll be there until I resign. They claim it's only until they find a new girl but what's to say she won't quit fast as well. When I left I just knew that they'd call me back soon. Now work ends at 6 and i have to resume working on saturdays (just after they told me i didn't have to anymore). How am i supposed to go for 6.30 lessons and lessons on sats. i don't care i'm going to leave early. they can deduct my pay if they want to. oh well at least there i'll be able to catch up on the drama starring yoona (SNSD). i'll probably stop watching it though it's ridiculously long and not even that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for BBA tea at NUS on sat and i'll be able to check out the hostels with jamie. i hope they serve seasons peach tea, it's the only tea i drink. in fact, i'm drinking it right now haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; So Hot by Wonder Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-2208756828452513169?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2208756828452513169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=2208756828452513169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2208756828452513169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2208756828452513169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/was-reading-about-rumour-of-junsu-dbsk.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3385947325714332795</id><published>2008-05-21T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:10:55.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally realised where the best place to stand in a dancing studio is (after yesterday's bad spot). Carol's class is way more challenging than glady's and I was really damn tired by the end of the lesson. I've really let myself get so unfit after school ended. I need to go jogging more often. Ok I know you'll all call me slow but I just realised yesterday that the logo of firefox is a fire fox wrapped around the globe (?). I guess I've never realised it before because it's always so mini at the top and it's only when I go to the home page that I see it enlarged. The fire fox is really cute though the logo is so much nicer than ie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Constance's house two days ago and we played this really interesting game called 'Kill Mr Lucky'. It's like a twisted version of cluedo's story. You're supposed to kill the old man and whenever you do you get points. The end of the game saw us all pooling our cards ganging up on solomon since he's a pro at the game. Constance kind of wound up winning when we declared her the winner after we got sick of cheating. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see BBA the first thing that comes to my mind is strangely Big Bang Advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; With U by Big Bang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3385947325714332795?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3385947325714332795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3385947325714332795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3385947325714332795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3385947325714332795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-finally-realised-where-best-place-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-2589807662987069933</id><published>2008-05-14T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:42:48.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess going for hip hop lessons two days consecutively after a long hiatus and almost no exercise wasn't a very good idea. Oh well. Yesterday's lesson was fun, I was the youngest there. The rest of the class was made out of middle-aged people. Lots of them came in tight jeans and one in working clothes (complete with leather shoes) and even one in heels. Wth. For a hip hop lesson. Felt my limbs twinging already when we were doing warm-ups. Not signing up at Attitude though, it's too far and late (8.30-9.45) and expensive. Managed to get home safely (not getting bashed up and having my chastity intact, thank you very much chloe). I was almost running the way from the studio to the MRT station cause it was so dark and there was this guy following me. Turns out he attended the lesson too and we talked about dance and he brought me to the mrt station (thankfully if not i might have gotten lost). I've forgotten just how much I love dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems so stressed about uni stuff. Sigh. I think it's quite illogical of me to want to go NUS just to board. Is giving up SMU and NTU accountancy for NUS (which has only had a history of two years) a good decision? Is it something like rejecting NUS law for SMU law? Will I get boarding rights (if I dont have a chance of getting it i might as well go to SMU)? Which hall to board at? Single or double? If I double and my friend doesn't get in will I be stuck with a biatch? Will I be able to retain boarding rights should I get it? Should I go for the two hall camps? Who has the answers to my questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although NUS has this language programme thing which is really tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; The Secret Between Us by Kim Dongwan (Shinhwa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-2589807662987069933?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2589807662987069933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=2589807662987069933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2589807662987069933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2589807662987069933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-guess-going-for-hip-hop-lessons-two.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-9137238406247677294</id><published>2008-05-09T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T00:20:28.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went to check studio wu out after work and as expected, i got lost. i should have trusted my instincts and not the numerous people who pointed me in the wrong direction (also partly because i told them the wrong building haha). and in this dark alley i asked a guy where cecil street was. he said that i was daaaaamn far from the street and would i like a lift there. most definitely not. and in less than five minutes i was in cecil street again. what exactly was he trying to pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on impulse, i signed up for the 180 bucks package, which is actually 192.6 because there's gst. more than three days of my pay gone, which sounds a lot less than 192.6m, if you know what i mean. the only bad thing about studio wu is that it's damn crowded in the studio and there's no level of girl's hip hop other than beginner. they have two girl's hip hop beginner classes in a week why don't they convert one to advanced. anyway during work i was planning out my schedule to check out all the potential dance places and i just signed up at studio wu there and then. i feel quite stupid now. like i'll regret what i did. oh well. if i continue dragging on i'll never start. i can't believe i'm only starting now. sigh i don't have any clothes for dancing. and when i reached j8 i was planning on looking for track pants but randomly ended up buying a t-shirt (which is really so not me) and watching tae wang sa shin gi (tai wang si shen zi) at the vcd booth at the clearing. i really feel like watching it again haha channel u's been advertising it so aggressively. i'll just watch it until it gets to the boring part. the starting's really exciting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Shhh... by Jewelry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-9137238406247677294?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9137238406247677294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=9137238406247677294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9137238406247677294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9137238406247677294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-i-went-to-check-studio-wu-out.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-243141158449494567</id><published>2008-05-05T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:09:47.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I HAVE INTERNET CONNECTION! :)))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after so many days of whining and moaning that SMU and NUS have not gotten back to me, I realised that it's kind of my fault, since I didn't check the mailbox for over two weeks. Or longer. Haha. I hate how we have to make so many choices. Choice of course, uni and today, hostel choice in NUS. I wonder if I'll regret all the choices I made. Oh well. It's probably the lazy Singaporean in me, but I kind of wish that the rest of my life was planned out for me, just like my kindergarten to jc life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS I HAVE INTERNET CONNECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; One by Epik High&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-243141158449494567?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/243141158449494567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=243141158449494567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/243141158449494567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/243141158449494567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/yessssssssssssssss-i-have-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-978407849001683062</id><published>2008-05-05T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:21:16.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too much excitement in the previous week and now I'm sick. Haha. Went shopping with Rachel on Sunday. Rachel is really a monster. The amount she spent... was shocking. Well if I ever want to get anything bought I must go shopping with her because she makes everything I want to buy look cheap. Then hit the beach with my 7A classmates. Was worrying about what we would do there but ended up sun-tanning. I've never actually done that on the beach before, just sitting there and talking. It was really quite relaxing and soothing. Kept whining about how I wouldn't turn red (because I really didn't) like the rest. But when I reached home I suddenly turned red. Weird. Haha. Then went shopping with Jamie the next day in which I only bought one item because shopping with Jamie is really unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnd my computer is finally repaired but I dont know the password for the router and neither does my stupid brother in America who says that he has to search his room to find it. So I'm supposed to wait three months for him to return before I get to use the internet? Wth. I need a very long cable to connect the modem straight to the computer. Anyone has one to loan me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-978407849001683062?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/978407849001683062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=978407849001683062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/978407849001683062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/978407849001683062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-much-excitement-in-previous-week.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-710486821149868817</id><published>2008-04-23T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:20:06.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGGGGGGG I JUST CHEWED ON ALUMINIUM FOIL. IT'S MY NIGHTMARE COME TRUE. I HATE ALUMINIUM FOIL WHY CAN'T THEY WRAP CHOCOLATE IN SOMETHING ELSE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-710486821149868817?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/710486821149868817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=710486821149868817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/710486821149868817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/710486821149868817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/omggggggg-i-just-chewed-on-aluminium.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-2804525069395492308</id><published>2008-04-23T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:21:11.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm posted to somewhere again for next week, where I will have to put up with the old version of LOL and endure someone's pestering. Again. Can't say I didn't see this coming anyway. But at least I'll have access to MSN and I can watch videos with sound. I'm so desperate that the other night I dreamt that my father decided to buy a new computer. Yeah right. It's too unrealistic even for a dream. Anyway on the instances that my computer is nice and allows me to switch it on for 2 minutes (it signs onto MSN and then hangs), I see the convos that people have tried to strike up when I was offline. I'm not ignoring you all, I just can't reply. It's strange, but I feel so isolated without MSN, like I have no way of contacting others. Phang I think I know what emoing feels like now. I feel very broody whenever I look at my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMU interview on Friday and I'm not the least bit prepared. The irony is, the hardest question I probably have to answer won't be on current affairs and world news. It will be, "why do you want to study accountancy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kwonleadah is so flyyy. I love you moar moar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; old songs because I can't download and pay for new ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-2804525069395492308?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2804525069395492308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=2804525069395492308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2804525069395492308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2804525069395492308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-posted-to-somewhere-again-for-next.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-4987607179138467088</id><published>2008-04-10T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:56:18.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's newspaper had this article about the south korean polls and they said that the percentage of voters was very low despite attempts to promote it, such as "an advertising campaign featuring a popular teenage dance group". I was mystified a month ago as i watched Wonder Girls prance around teaching people how to vote. I mean, the lengths they would go to! And as if it would work. Maybe if they had used DBSK. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to job hop. Any offers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-4987607179138467088?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4987607179138467088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=4987607179138467088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4987607179138467088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4987607179138467088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/todays-newspaper-had-this-article-about.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-2732486234363058767</id><published>2008-04-09T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:53:01.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait for Saturday!! And I can't believe my replacement i pod is also faulty! Sigh. The war between SBS and MBC is so freaking stupid and childish. I wish they would hurry resolve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this is a little late, but happy 10th Anniversary to Shinhwa! Shinhwa changjo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Run by Shinhwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-2732486234363058767?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2732486234363058767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=2732486234363058767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2732486234363058767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2732486234363058767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-wait-for-saturday-and-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-9056983331545211956</id><published>2008-04-06T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:20:49.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO STREET DANCE ON FINALLY ACHIEVING CCA STATUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went back to school on Friday for Streetnite and it's great to see that Streetdance has finally got its due recognition (Stupid J2s for not informing us earlier). Watched the J1s perform and got to be honourary judges at the shameless request of Crystal. Don't think they took Sam's judging into account in the end anyway. The standard of the j1s is impressive though. Then we had dinner and the j1s performed for us again and we celebrated Street's CCA status with a cake. Forced Xinzi to give a speech and they made her dance solo. Had fun later watching the J2s go crazy, dancing non-stop. Sad that Ruth couldn't be there.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 ways to tell if you're REALLY annoying me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If I sound annoyed whenever I talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;2) When I sound very happy whenever I hear that you'll be in late.&lt;br /&gt;3) When you feel like you're talking to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;4) When you're talking to my back.&lt;br /&gt;5) When we're conversing and I'm looking anywhere but at you.&lt;br /&gt;6) When all you get from me the whole day is 'uhh', 'mmm', 'yes' and 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;7) When you say something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; and I either grimace or don't even bother to.&lt;br /&gt;8) When you say something and I look down so you won't see my eyeballs rolling themselves out of their sockets or my jaw drop in shock at your plain stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;9) When I'm using MSN while you're talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;10) When I'm watching a drama while you're talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he doesn't get it. He can compete with LOL for the title of King of Obliviousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been really shitty these few days. Hope things will look up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; There's No Way of Knowing by Lee Seung Gi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-9056983331545211956?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9056983331545211956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=9056983331545211956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9056983331545211956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9056983331545211956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/congratulations-to-street-dance-on.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-6394637456463556244</id><published>2008-03-30T00:26:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:54:41.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I brought my i pod to the service centre for servicing. I went so early, thinking that there would be a long queue but I was the only person there. And I'm now ipodless for this week and next week. How will I survive?!! Music is my life!! Haha. Then went to Jamie's house where the stupid host was bathing and didn't attend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The st nicks funfair is practically the same every single time. They just shuffle the same machines around to give a false illusion, namely the dunking machine, the stupid bouncy castle and the gigantic bouncy orange tiger. Anyway the retarded Jamie saw this damn childish fishing game and insisted on playing just so she could win the fugly prize of the orange fish. But turns out you can't choose your prize you get whatever prize matches the number on the bottom of the fish. Stupid Jamie caught one fish and said so loudly, this is one right? Which wasn't the number to get the fish so she went oops and dropped the fish back. So fake ok. And this pri school girl who was running the stall said, was it number one? And jamie was like oh i don't know. Ya right. Anyway it was fated cause she fished the number one again and the girl snatched it before she could change. Stupid Jamie was whining and wailing I was so freaking embarrassed. Hahaha. She even asked whether she could try again. We gave her prize as a joint present to Yi Ning for her birthday in the end. Sigh I hope they don't tear down St Nicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-56AQzkJ3I/AAAAAAAAABc/sdV5h5uKY_w/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-56AQzkJ3I/AAAAAAAAABc/sdV5h5uKY_w/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183214366079854450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning jog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-6ASAzkKBI/AAAAAAAAACs/ELSA6TAzTWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-6ASAzkKBI/AAAAAAAAACs/ELSA6TAzTWQ/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183221268092299282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1W! Look at that man above us haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-5_4AzkKAI/AAAAAAAAACk/YJ4csl6p2Wc/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-5_4AzkKAI/AAAAAAAAACk/YJ4csl6p2Wc/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183220821415700482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4W classroom! We wanted to climb in but people kept passing by. Then just when we were going to do it this stupid man came and chased us away saying that it's a restricted zone. It's ridiculous ok. They cordon off only one entrance when there are so many other ways of entering. Same goes for the other levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-6A6gzkKCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0FqN2q7Ovio/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-6A6gzkKCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0FqN2q7Ovio/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183221963877001250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quadrangle in which I was tortured every guides session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-5-ZQzkJ-I/AAAAAAAAACU/o6a5mQ3nC-I/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-5-ZQzkJ-I/AAAAAAAAACU/o6a5mQ3nC-I/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183219193623095266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Higher Chinese classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-5--AzkJ_I/AAAAAAAAACc/zTGRBE0hLPI/s1600-h/IMG_0084a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-5--AzkJ_I/AAAAAAAAACc/zTGRBE0hLPI/s320/IMG_0084a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183219824983287794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favourite staff toilet to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-58TwzkJ7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/9vaa134qfHc/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-58TwzkJ7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/9vaa134qfHc/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183216900110559154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roof garden where us Flying Friends would spread our wings and fly around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-57wwzkJ6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/okQP0s9-gYk/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-57wwzkJ6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/okQP0s9-gYk/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183216298815137698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our HC teacher Soh Jun Wei who used to serenade us! Haha he is so extra only his pigeon hole has his name card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-59VAzkJ8I/AAAAAAAAACE/AK4GiGYcUOw/s1600-h/IMG_0105a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-59VAzkJ8I/AAAAAAAAACE/AK4GiGYcUOw/s320/IMG_0105a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183218021097023426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our balcony aka Paris at the third level in which we would play cards every recess, cycle like SE7EN and shout at pri sch kidds to keep off the grass. Thinking back, it's kind of weird that we used the balcony all the time. I mean, it's supposed to belong to the whole class but no one else wanted to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-57IgzkJ5I/AAAAAAAAABs/zX30uXqO5xU/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-57IgzkJ5I/AAAAAAAAABs/zX30uXqO5xU/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183215607325403026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where us Gateway people would build the Gateway structure for campfire, or rather the place where I was supposed to be building the Gateway structure if I hadn't ponned as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-56hAzkJ4I/AAAAAAAAABk/W1np8t8vFG4/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-56hAzkJ4I/AAAAAAAAABk/W1np8t8vFG4/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183214928720570242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing table tennis during recess. While we were walking around there I saw a table tennis bat and said EH LOOK! Then Jamie said oh there's another one and look there's a ball! So we ended up playing until I stupidly called out to Mrs Hoo who made us push boxes. Continued playing until this bitch chased us away for some reason which doesn't even make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shopped" at AMK hub until Jamie had to leave for work and I'm so happy I bought earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Beautiful You by DBSK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-6394637456463556244?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6394637456463556244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=6394637456463556244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6394637456463556244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6394637456463556244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-i-brought-my-i-pod-to-service.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R-56AQzkJ3I/AAAAAAAAABc/sdV5h5uKY_w/s72-c/IMG_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3177447299224543440</id><published>2008-03-27T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:09:16.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow I haven't blogged in forever. I feel more stupid every second I spend at work. I'm actually thinking of job-hopping. I now understand what they mean by it's not always about the money. I wish I could make friends there but everyone is so old and there are some other reasons which also make me apprehensive about future work-life. Stupid Jamie and Rachel have so many people their age in their jobs. Lucky bitches. Anyway, at least Yingxuan and An Qing work at the level below mine and I'm meeting Yingxuan for lunch tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm very sad because all the things that I own are breaking down one after another. First it was my room light, then my table light, then the clock on my wall, next my handphone, then comes the i pod and now the computer. Everything is spoilt in some way. And my father doesn't want to repair the computer, for good reason actually. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really want to go NUS and board! I don't even care what faculty I get in. Ok not life sciences (eew jamie) and engineering, everything else is fine. I don't have an interest in anything anyway. Now I'm worried that I won't be able to get boarding rights even for the first year. We actually have to go for a pre-camp before we know whether we got into NUS to see whether we can get to board. I'm already subconsciously planning what to bring to my future home. Haha. Fine I know boarding isn't as fun as it is but now I'll be able to wake up 10 minutes before school starts! Which is really my not-so-secret wish. See I have never gone to a school which is far from my house (excluding kindergarten). The furthest is St Nicks which is a ten minute car ride. If I board, the distance from my school will be even shorter than the distance from Ai Tong to my house. Hopefully I'll get to board with a friend. I hope they don't pair me up with some super bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; I'm Sorry by Gummy (Feat T.O.P from Big Bang)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3177447299224543440?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3177447299224543440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3177447299224543440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3177447299224543440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3177447299224543440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow-i-havent-blogged-in-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-2787079394178843634</id><published>2008-03-14T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:45:39.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH. The only day I bring an umbrella and it's not freaking raining. For the past three days I have been soaked every single lunch and then take had to take my lunch in an air-conditioned place. Now that I've brought an umbrella it better &lt;a href="mailto:%$*#%J@#$"&gt;%$*#%J@#$&lt;/a&gt;* rain. People always want to go overseas to study but I would seriously die if I studied overseas. Other than starving since I'm a picky eater, I don't think I would be be able to live through winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday since I was dying of cold in the office I secretly turned off the air-conditioner. After a while my manager asked me if I turned it off. That called for some swift action so I quickly turned it on and said, "no, it's on, just that the temperature is high." Plan foiled. I had to lower the temperature. My manager was still complaining of feeling hot and he went out to check. Apparently, someone had turned off the main switch by accident. Thank you, random stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going back to HQ on the 18th. Now I won't have to wake up so early. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Close To You by DBSK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-2787079394178843634?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2787079394178843634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=2787079394178843634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2787079394178843634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2787079394178843634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-8517307295970213615</id><published>2008-03-08T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:47:41.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/" style="background: transparent url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: rgb(0, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;91 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Speed test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Wishing On A Star by Wonder Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-8517307295970213615?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8517307295970213615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=8517307295970213615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8517307295970213615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8517307295970213615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/86-words-speedtest-wishing-on-star-by.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-4829328026513451675</id><published>2008-03-07T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:07:08.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I should be happy with my results. But it's hard to when everyone around you is talking about straight As and all the As are flying here and there around the hall hand in hand with h3 distinctions. Can't help feeling a little disappointed though and it's going to be hard to get a scholarship. Congrats to Jamie (you bitch) and my classmates who have scored extremely well. We're all going to uni soon! Now if only I can decide what I want to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Army Song by Wonder Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-4829328026513451675?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4829328026513451675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=4829328026513451675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4829328026513451675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4829328026513451675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-guess-i-should-be-happy-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-7903149963684912701</id><published>2008-03-02T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:07:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got locked out of my office the other day. It's quite amusing actually. I went to the toilet (which is like my private cubicle because no one except me seems to use it and it's right outside the office) and my manager left, locking the office door after him. I guess he assumed I had the keys with me. Since the office manpower consists of a grand total of two people I had to look for the technician to open the door because I wanted to continue watching South Park. Speaking of which, I'm watching an average of four episodes a day. I'm planning to finish all seasons in time for the arrival of season twelve in ten days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish DBSK would just stay in korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and watch this, it's really damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMs-p5y6cvo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMs-p5y6cvo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; If...!? by DBSK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-7903149963684912701?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7903149963684912701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=7903149963684912701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7903149963684912701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7903149963684912701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-locked-out-of-my-office-other-day_02.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-1890080135136540276</id><published>2008-02-26T18:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:57:38.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P7KLA3YsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nGH5oG0K1e8/s1600-h/7A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P7KLA3YsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nGH5oG0K1e8/s320/7A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171252949325144770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                        CNY outing at const's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a busy weekend. Went impromtu-ly for Drama Fest (now it's without the e) with Chloe and Tim and friend on Friday. No idea how her friend managed to get us such good seats. Hadley Hullet had really good actors and actresses and I liked Moor Tarbet's (i think i'm biased) play. But it was a little disappointing though. Last year's MT and BB play totally owned. Halfway during the show Sale smsed me and asked if i wanted to go clubbing. Verreh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then company Dinner &amp;amp; Dance on Saturday. Wore my prom heels with Jamie's prom dress and earrings. I've forgotten just how freaking painful wearing those heels are. Most of the girls were dressed reasonably close to the retro theme but the guys were pathetic. One look across the room and more than three quarters were wearing black pants and a work shirt. Sadly I didn't win anything but my father won a camera (really coincidental since i was complaining about my lousy camera on the way there) and received his twenty year service award. I couldn't help laughing when he was giving his speech though. For the last game in which they claimed to have prizes to give to half the people in the room, they played the "see who has the longest arms or whatever game". I represented my group for shortest skirt. Haha. Looks like this doesn't only happen in school. I was against my friend Lenny whose skirt was longer and the disgusting MC actually told her that if she lifted her skirt higher than mine and held it there for ten seconds she would win, which is purely crass. Convinced her not to do it and let the perverted MC have his way. Anyway even after I won they just ended the game and conveniently forgot about the prizes, which probably didn't even exist in the first place. When the dinner ended they opened the dance floor and asked people to dance. I wanted to but everyone stood up to leave. So sporting right. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday I met the LXHY cast! Ate at this expensive Jap version of Marche's, all the way up to the 100 bucks fine. Since they didn't have conjoining tables we had to sit back to back and i kept sticking my head into the squares behind us to leech from the other table haha. Laughed like crazy (rachel why do people live in geylang? HAHA). My stomach actually hurt the next day from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P7grA3YtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/18AeLYemxOM/s1600-h/lxhycast4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P7grA3YtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/18AeLYemxOM/s320/lxhycast4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171253335872201426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Rachel, Loi, Joan, Jack, Mel, Sale and Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P9T7A3YyI/AAAAAAAAABU/nK946csBneU/s1600-h/rachandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P9T7A3YyI/AAAAAAAAABU/nK946csBneU/s320/rachandme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171255315852124962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel playing the cooking mama (that's me) game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Jamie were fighting to play Sale's DS. Jamie's so lousy at the face game anyway. And sale was so disgusted when Jamie accidentally put sale's mario on top of her discarded chicken. Met Ruth and Rebecca (yet again) and I'm going to go for hip hop lessons with her soon! Then since they had neoprint booths in the restaurant we took neoprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P727A3YuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i-CW1ltYLG0/s1600-h/neoprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P727A3YuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i-CW1ltYLG0/s320/neoprint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171253718124290786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks scary right. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't taken neoprint in so long. As usual we screamed like crazy because of the lack of time in between pictures and the fact that no one understood jap. I think we must have scared the other patrons since the neoprint booth is surrounded by tables. When we went out people were staring at us. We couldn't even decorate the neoprint because there was no space to. Usually there's not enough time to decorate but this machine lets you have unlimited time, just when we don't need it. The place didn't even have scissors despite having a neoprint booth. No common sense prease. Went to Pamela's mum's shop to get scissors and i really regret buying the small chocolate bar there. Should have bought the big one. It's 75% dark chocolate. Rachel was like dying after eating it haha. Met Sale's friend who helped us take pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P857A3YxI/AAAAAAAAABM/LbhIATkdyms/s1600-h/lxhycast3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P857A3YxI/AAAAAAAAABM/LbhIATkdyms/s320/lxhycast3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171254869175526162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P8FbA3YvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AL9l1XSwaMg/s1600-h/lxhycast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P8FbA3YvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AL9l1XSwaMg/s320/lxhycast1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171253967232393970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P8sLA3YwI/AAAAAAAAABE/HMSf4mopj8A/s1600-h/lxhycast2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P8sLA3YwI/AAAAAAAAABE/HMSf4mopj8A/s320/lxhycast2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171254632952324866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go out again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; If... by Tae Yeon (SNSD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-1890080135136540276?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1890080135136540276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=1890080135136540276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1890080135136540276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1890080135136540276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/had-busy-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R8P7KLA3YsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nGH5oG0K1e8/s72-c/7A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-5264933550455069237</id><published>2008-02-23T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T11:24:14.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good lord you are so fucking stupid that I want to strangle you. And then strangle you some more. I'm sorry if I can't understand the gibberish that comes from your mouth and your twisted reasoning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-5264933550455069237?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5264933550455069237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=5264933550455069237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5264933550455069237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5264933550455069237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-lord-you-are-so-fucking-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-2841511198666410123</id><published>2008-02-21T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:11:06.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging while at work. Haha. I've been transferred to somewhere else now, which is near Chloe's and Constance's house. It's pretty luxurious here. The office is big, I get a computer to myself, instead of using a water dispenser they drink bottled mineral water, they switch on the air-con and leave the door open (just like rjc). However, the angry residents here are scary. For example this little child came in and raised his voice at all the adults.  And the computer is damn LQ. I get a headache everyday from using it but that doesn't deter me. Haha. And the nearest eating place is a bus stop away. I have to rush here and there to make it back in time. And I either have to take three buses home or two buses plus a 40 minutes MRT ride. Nothing much to do here and I think I can get away with wearing anything. I told sale that and she said, "wear FBTs". Verrreh. Haha. There's hardly anything to do here. I was so bored yesterday that I joined the evil that is facebook. Sorry Jamie you're the only one left. Speaking of which, I ate at Jamie's chicken place again yesterday. Made her serve me moohaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a company dinner and dance soon and the theme is retro, which is so overused. I don't think they even know the meaning of retro. Their dress code clearly shows that. Anyway I'm wearing Jamie's prom dress there, which is not really retro but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Two Hearts by DBSK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-2841511198666410123?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2841511198666410123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=2841511198666410123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2841511198666410123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2841511198666410123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-blogging-while-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-7840835575327348963</id><published>2008-02-14T18:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:24:42.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I freaking hate my work place. I just realised today that I don't work near Geylang, I work IN Geylang. That's quite stupid of me actually because I actually knew all along that the address of the condo I'm working in is Geyland East. I am seriously dying to be transferred back to HQ. It's not that there's too much work or anything (if there is even work for me to do), but everyday they'll find some reason to send me walking around on the streets of Geyland to run an errand. Today, I was sent out to buy Chinese New Year decorations for the pot lucky party they're having tomorrow. As usual, I got lost. Apart from the usual ogling and craning of necks, this time was traumatising. Since it was 11 in the morning, I thought I was safe. But this disgusting old man who was not wearing a shirt saw me from a distance and his eyes lit up with this look. I'm not sure what it was but I think it was something akin to lust. He started walking very fast towards me and I had to veer off course to avoid him. He nearly touched me but I practically ran and managed to escape. I was more terrified than disgusted this time. When I got back to the office I begged them not to send me out anymore. Anyway I had no choice since the smart me didn't even think of asking for a receipt when I bought the CNY decorations. So I had to go there AGAIN during lunch. Of all the days to wear a spaghetti dress (stripee haha). I hate the feeling that people think I'm a prostitute. Women look at me with condescension and suspicion (vice versa), men ogle and other prostitutes stare/glare at me. I guess they think I'm competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm invited to the CNY pot luck party organised by the residents so I'll get to eat for free! It'll probably be an awkward night but whatever. Maybe I'll get angpows from the residents there. Just yesterday this resident gave me 10 bucks! May he be blessed. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-7840835575327348963?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7840835575327348963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=7840835575327348963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7840835575327348963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7840835575327348963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-freaking-hate-my-work-place.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-9177243669267554908</id><published>2008-02-12T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:48:57.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY outing at constance's house was fun! Lots of mahjong, bridge, poker and dai dee. Food was good too. I didn't like lao-he-ing though. It gets messy and sticky. Then someone brought out some alcohol drink and const's sister, long kuan and phang got drunk. It was so funny, even their hands were red. Lucky our lxhy outing is not going to be a mahjong session. I'm quite sick of mahjong at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a scary day at work. My colleague just casually told me to help her go to the bank and bank in 696 bucks. So i carried 700 bucks of cash with me to the bank, which turns out to be in Geylang. Anyway, I got lost, of course. I was so scared to ask for directions, cause I would be revealing that I was going to the bank. I clutched my bag so tightly and walked super fast. There were suspicious looking women around and men who openly leered at me. A disgusting lecherous old man actually stopped his car, wound down his car window and sticked his head out and called out to me. I just gave him a look of disgust and continued walking. Finally reached UOB bank and when I reached the front they told me that the account was at RHB Bank. Kns I was walking in the wrong direction from the start. Now I was terrified cause I had took out the 7oo bucks in full view of everyone and still had to walk out with it.  When I stopped at the traffic light this old man came and stood so close to me. I edged away and stared at him and he just stared right back. When the traffic light changed I zoomed away as fast as my heels would allow. Finally found the stupid bank, which was actually damn near to the office. It's the most run down bank I have ever seen. Finally made my way back to the office walking past the two Indian workers sitting on a patch of grass for the bloody fourth time. I asked my colleague how come they thought I was a prostitute if I was wearing formal clothes and apparently prostitutes also do wear formal clothing. I couldn't believe that the prostitutes were out at 3 pm but she said that that's the time to get them "fresh", whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;    do you know that my working place is just next to geylang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;bro:&lt;/span&gt;   that's convenient. you can earn some extra cash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-9177243669267554908?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9177243669267554908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=9177243669267554908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9177243669267554908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9177243669267554908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-outing-at-constances-house-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-4561042695267610686</id><published>2008-02-06T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:04:33.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the most unproductive day of work ever. They suddenly shifted me to some site office, where I earned 60 bucks playing games online the whole day. But because they shifted me, I missed the CNY dinner at the office. Ok i could have made it back in time I think but I had already planned to meet rachel in orchard. KNS when i went home my father told me that they had balloting for the many gigantic hampers and all three bosses gave angpows to the employees. Ugh. I bet they shifted me on purpose. Haha. Maybe I should have gone there, take the angpows and then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Rachel for her boyfriend, while she wobbled on her heels the whole way. Picked Sale up and went to Jamie's working place for dinner. Burst out laughing when we saw her in her qian bian working outfit. The food there is really not bad! And there was like a huge gang there having a party. Oh man. Keep thinking about the lost angpows. Haha. Oh well at least I didn't work the whole day and earned money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Take It by Wonder Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-4561042695267610686?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4561042695267610686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=4561042695267610686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4561042695267610686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4561042695267610686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday-was-most-unproductive-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-8505162218089801092</id><published>2008-02-04T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:06:05.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today they "promoted" me to an admin position. Haha. I'm happy though. It means no more answering the phone. Just eight days of working as a receptionist is driving me crazy. When I answer the phone at home, I instinctively say, "morning, *&amp;amp;*". Even now when I am doing admin work and the office phone rings, I look up and my hand nearly stretches out before I remember that I don't have to answer the phone anymore. I hate office politics it's everywhere. Anyway so many people are quitting after the Chinese New Year as they have received their year-end bonuses. There are like 4 or more people leaving. Soon I will be a senior staff there! Haha. Already there are two perm staff who are my juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I received a mail to the company the other day which only required one 1st local stamp (.0255 cents). But it was covered with stamps which amounted to 2.50. Maybe Arthur Weasley was paying the maintainence bills for his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, damn suay. My company is located in Little India where there has been an outbreak of chikogunya(?) there. So we were forced by the Ministry of Health to go for a compulsory blood test. Was a bit scared at first but when they pushed the needle in it wasn't even painful. Cheat my feelings. And my colleague queuing in front of me suddenly excused himself and "went to the toilet" for the next 10 minutes. After I took the test and went back to the office, I was quite annoyed that half of the office opted out of the compulsory blood test. Only ONE guy in the whole company went for the test ok. The rest were chickens, claiming to be busy. And the colleague who went to the toilet was in the office too. If they spread the disease to me I'm going to kill them. And the MOH said that if there is another case over the chinese new year, we will all have to go for a blood test again. Grrr. At least this time they will make sure that all the chicken guys go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Friendship by V.O.S, Monday Kiz and Ilac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-8505162218089801092?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8505162218089801092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=8505162218089801092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8505162218089801092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8505162218089801092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-they-promoted-me-to-admin.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-1441129666850383395</id><published>2008-02-02T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:11:52.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOMG BIG BANG WON DAESANG I AM SO HAPPY.  If SJ had gotten it again I would be so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; But I Love You by G-Dragon (Big Bang)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-1441129666850383395?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1441129666850383395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=1441129666850383395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1441129666850383395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1441129666850383395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/omgomg-big-bang-won-daesang-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3910681536927465516</id><published>2008-01-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:09:15.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today jamie, sale and I met up to celebrate Rachel's birthday, which was ages ago by the way. Gave her her presents, a necklace and a bangle. The design of the necklace is a few big pentagons joined together. When you put them over your eyes it looks like T.O.P's (Big Bang) humongous specs in "Lies". And the bangle was cracked! Anyone of us might have been the culprit haha but evidence seems to point to Jamie. Oh and Jamie got her comeuppance. I knew it was coming. Met Lim Min twice at j8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then left Jamie and Sale together and set off for the G2000 warehouse sale with Rachel (Jamie's perfect moment). It's so inconvenient to go there. Talked jiliely to Rachel about Korean stuff all the way. Wonder Girls! And we took the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;purple line&lt;/span&gt; haha. The way Jamie talked about the sale I thought it just started but apparently it started on jan 16, which is so long ago. There was hardly anything to buy but the pro me managed to find some which fit us. Then we realised that we weren't allowed to use the fitting rooms. So retarded. They were using the fitting rooms to store boxes. Rachel sneaked in twice anyway, incurring the wrath of the staff there haha. Since we weren't allowed to change in the fitting rooms we just changed there, using their fugly XXL shirts (which no one wants to buy) to cover each other. The staff there really hate us man. Haha. I make a mess everywhere I go and fling the clothes anywhere after checking the sizes. When we bought the clothes they put it in a transparent trash bag look-alike and secured it with this disgusting cord. When you carry it you look like you came from some market. It's the price you have to pay for buying cheap clothes. They humiliate you on purpose. Rachel is a scarier monster than Jamie. She bought so much stuff and even bought shoes. She doesn't even need clothes as badly as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is flying off to Beijing tonight. I will have to go to work by myself. I think I'm going to set off damn early tomorrow since I'll probably get lost. Ugh. Does anyone know where I can get cheap formal wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; You're My Destiny by Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3910681536927465516?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3910681536927465516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3910681536927465516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3910681536927465516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3910681536927465516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-jamie-sale-and-i-met-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-1230587596386163672</id><published>2008-01-26T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:32:45.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Troublesome Twosome strike again! Today after the sucky SAT test (maybe I should have studied), I went shopping for more formal wear since I am desperate for office wear. Spent very long in every changing room, even if there were long queues haha. Robinsons changing room is so big and nice! Didn't want to leave it. I love our codewords for changing rooms. Floor=my bag and my bag=hanger (cause it's very good for hanging clothes). So if we throw the clothes onto the floor we'll say that the clothes are on my bag. They'll get angry if they know that we did that you see. Haha. Today, for every time we spent very long in changing rooms, we would get our comeuppance which comes in the form of some injury. I banged myself super hard on a rack and got injured twice in a row by the escalator. Jamie got seared by a light bulb and had super hot pasta for dinner. She was crying non-stop. Damn ghey. Met Nelson and his classmates there. So sad I finally have money but I couldn't find anything which fit me and is not sold at an exorbitant rate. Only found one really nice top which is actually expensive as well but I don't care it's so nice. It's so nice that it overlaps on Jamie's and my venn diagram. She also decided to buy it. Can't wait for tomorrow. Celebrating Rachel's birthday and going shopping again. I hope the clothes there fit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie you know your comeuppance is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Darkness Eyes by DBSK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-1230587596386163672?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1230587596386163672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=1230587596386163672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1230587596386163672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1230587596386163672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/troublesome-twosome-strike-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-4226506837049711686</id><published>2008-01-23T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:55:28.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just knocked off from work. I just knocked off from work. Haha it feels so good saying that. My job is not really what I wanted but it's still good I guess. I think all temp jobs don't require the use of the brain anyway. I didn't know a company receives so much mail and phone calls a day. There's a phone call like every 2 seconds. And some woman called up and screamed for damn long in mandarin about how she got bitten by mosquitoes all over. Anyway her estate building and the location didn't match so I couldn't get her complaint to the person in charge. Big screw-up of the day. Oh well. She was complaining how she called so many times and always no one could speak mandarin. I don't understand how come the company doesn't employ a single receptionist who can speak mandarin. The one sad thing is that there's no one around my age. I just smsed during my meal-time to rachel who was depressing me because her company has 14 temps, 5 of which are ex sn girls to keep her company. Fine. Haha. The other receptionist is super nice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I can finally spend money without feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Rainbow by DBSK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-4226506837049711686?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4226506837049711686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=4226506837049711686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4226506837049711686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4226506837049711686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-knocked-off-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-2095718484580351466</id><published>2008-01-22T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:23:52.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every monday brings new hope, with two prospective job offers. Every Friday sees me crashing back down. Anyway the two new jobs are in Kallang and NUS High School respectively. It's like a competition to see which is further from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling a bit depressed lately. Now if only I had managed to get stripee to add to the stripe family which currently consists of stripey. At least Jamie has &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stripe&lt;/span&gt; to keep her stripey company. Haha. I bet no one knows what I'm talking about but it's kind of hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get a job by the end of this week, I'll seriously settle for any job. Even if the pay is 4.80 an hour (which is still higher than jamie's pay haha). Another thing looming in the not so far off distance is the SATs which I still have no idea why I signed up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Free by Tablo (Epik High) and MYK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-2095718484580351466?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2095718484580351466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=2095718484580351466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2095718484580351466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2095718484580351466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/every-monday-brings-new-hope-with-two_9513.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-8118635831806054436</id><published>2008-01-08T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T01:32:03.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day I met my pri 6B classmates for dinner. Ate at NYDC and caught up on our lives. My memory is really bad you know. I couldn't recognise so many people. And of course, I forgot the names of many others. Hope the next time Sze and Jiantong will be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was so.. unexpected. Was supposed to go shopping with Jamie but got a call in the morning from Recruit Express about a job interview. I thought that was all but while waiting outside the company for the interview, I saw Geri walk out from the company next door. She asked me whether I was interested in working for the company she was under. After the first interview, they told me to go for a second interview. Just when I told everything was over, Geri called me to remind me about the job her company was offering so I went for that. Ended up being separated most of the time from Jamie. I really want the Starhub job but I don't think they want me. And I think the woman from the second job doesn't want me either cause I said I'm waiting for a reply from the Starhub job. Ugh. This is all that bitch Ruby's fault. Haha. Or my hair's fault. It's really ugly now after I listened to Rachel's suggestion and cut it. Went shopping after that and resisted buying the cute shirt from G2000 while Jamie went out of control (infected by my disease), buying fugly things as usual. It's so funny how Jamie's taste is the exact opposite of mine. She likes everything I hate and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were thinking how to surprise rachel on her birthday, by popping up at her office building or something. So we had to find out her working hours and the name of the building she was working at. Since it would be suspicious if we asked her straight, we came up of the idea of 'prank calling' her. Jamie did the call. She's incredibly good at pretending to someone doing a market survey. She said rachel sounded very irritated. And for good reason too cause Jamie sounds so annoyingly chirpy. Anyway stupid rachel spoiled our attempts to surprise her by demanding we celebrate her birthday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AH SI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R4OoPjlZwaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wo6sGPdR8cE/s1600-h/psycho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R4OoPjlZwaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wo6sGPdR8cE/s320/psycho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153147383845601698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi chin yeol ja (crazy girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saeng il chu ka han mi da&lt;br /&gt;Saeng il chu ka han mi da&lt;br /&gt;Sarang ha neen rach-el~&lt;br /&gt;Saeng il chu ka han mi da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ching gu ah&lt;br /&gt;yong won hi sarang hae! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Last Angel (DBSK version)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-8118635831806054436?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8118635831806054436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=8118635831806054436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8118635831806054436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8118635831806054436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/other-day-i-met-my-pri-6b-classmates.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fnT27SvU5wM/R4OoPjlZwaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wo6sGPdR8cE/s72-c/psycho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-4124041362267972154</id><published>2008-01-02T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:06:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I reconnected my line so you can contact me on the same number. 2008 has been shitty so far. Anyway things are looking up, because I have decided to quit this shitty job and look for another. Too many doubts, unconfirmed matters and I was supposed to start today by the way. It still hasn't even been confirmed whether I can work tomorrow, wth. I don't understand how a learning centre with so many branches can have such an irresponsible boss. How does it survive? This incident has opened my eyes as to how unscrupulous and plain irresponsible some people can be. She thinks she's so good at manipulating people but it's actually obvious as day. I don't see how she can lie so blatantly all the time. The good thing is I don't have to pay them for breaking the contract since she broke it first by not letting me work today. Things are looking up, although I'm angry that I wasted so much time on her and turned down another job for this. It'll be easier to get a good job now since guys who are working as temp staff have to go to the army and people refraining from resigning because of the year end bonus will have left their companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song Purple Line by dbsk is so funny. I don't see what meaning it can have in the song, unless it  has mythical roots. I keep thinking about the mrt line whenever they sing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Micky:&lt;/span&gt; Now, I see the spring (?). It&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; looks like, purple line. Gotta introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Micky:&lt;/span&gt; Oh I wanna touch myself (wth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Purple Line by Dong Bang Shin Ki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-4124041362267972154?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4124041362267972154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=4124041362267972154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4124041362267972154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4124041362267972154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok-i-reconnected-my-line-so-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3007668716683227678</id><published>2007-12-31T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:09:20.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today started out great. Went shopping and bought lots of nice stuff. Ended horribly though, when some asshole stole my hp. When my mother was cancelling my line I called the person non-stop to prevent him/her from doing anything with my hp. I think I really annoyed the person. And the idiot actually had the cheek to pick up the phone once. Ugh. All my contacts and new stuff lost. Yeah so if you try to contact me I won't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I think no one knows, but there's an inter-school pageant going on. I don't understand why there is a great disparity between votes for the guy and the girl from the same school. I would have thought that people would just vote for their own school (if people actually know about this). And I don't understand why the person representing my school is not even a prom king nominee. Haha. But he's actually number 2, so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3007668716683227678?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3007668716683227678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3007668716683227678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3007668716683227678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3007668716683227678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-started-out-great.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-5965840134345728690</id><published>2007-12-29T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T12:13:26.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really worried about my job. Whether I have the determination to complete the 7 months and lots of other things which I can't blog about. Not only the termination clause is ridiculous. Although the M&amp;amp;S job was terrible, at least it was only one and a half months. 7 months is more than half a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been out so often that the only time I spend at home is practically my sleeping time. Party at Daffy's house on the 26th. Food was really good. Played uno slam which was really stupid, cause everyone just kept taking until there were no cards left, reason being that we didn't get the rules right. Played normal uno after that, in which only one round was played cause it didn't even end. Jie Liang, Guan Koon and Candera kept cheating until once again, there were not enough cards to take. Then played bluff and pregnant in which everyone aimed for Jie Liang. After nine months he had to do a forfeit, which was to lick Phang's finger (eeew).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping quite a few times with Jamie, but hardly brought anything. I really really want a pair of low heels. Met up with jamie, loi, sale and rachel yesterday at Pepper Lunch for a gift exchange. Rachel gave us lip gloss and chocolate, loi gave us gingerbread cookies, sale gave us sweets and Jamie gave us.. this (stole the pictures from sale's blog because I'm too lazy)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Cheryl/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Cheryl/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Cheryl/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/shar_leen/pic/000h9e01/s320x240"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/shar_leen/pic/000h9e01/s320x240" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and sale. Rachel was whining cause she got the fugly panties haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/shar_leen/pic/000hbe1d/s320x240"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/shar_leen/pic/000hbe1d/s320x240" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Loi. Loi's panties are supposed to be the nicest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she also gave us these bamboo dragonflies which can balance on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/shar_leen/pic/000h536t/s320x240"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/shar_leen/pic/000h536t/s320x240" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie the ghey shit was balancing one on each finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/shar_leen/pic/000h8b74/s320x240"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/shar_leen/pic/000h8b74/s320x240" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all so fascinated and spent so long choosing a dragonfly each because they were all so colourful. Apparently I had one once in the past but I don't remember having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also gave us DBSK and Super Junior posters. We played rock paper scissors to see who would choose first cause we all liked the same one. After choosing the DBSK poster, rachel and I played rock paper scissors again to see who would get the nice sj poster cause the other one is really ugly (esp shin dong and ye sung's faces). I lost. Damn. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a "family portrait" taken today at a studio. Wasted half a day. Oh no my job is starting soon. And I should start studying for the SATs. This is even worse than just starting school the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Shoes 2 by Seeya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-5965840134345728690?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5965840134345728690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=5965840134345728690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5965840134345728690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5965840134345728690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-really-worried-about-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-754016957068179753</id><published>2007-12-19T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:42:22.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just signed away seven months of my life. I really really hope the job isn't bad, cause the terms of termination are ridiculous. Better play while I can now. Anyway, I think it's hilarious how the voters' strategies backfired on them and Hady won Asian idol. I wouldn't go so far as to call it a triumph for Singapore, rather than just pure luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending way too much money these days. Can't wait for the 23rd. My brother and Jamie will finally return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; This Fool by Wonder Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-754016957068179753?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/754016957068179753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=754016957068179753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/754016957068179753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/754016957068179753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-signed-away-seven-months-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-7660095024721454887</id><published>2007-12-13T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:19:54.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised I haven't blogged in ages, so I'll summarize my life so far. Had a really successful class chalet with a high turnout rate. Highlights include the bbq, epic moments in which guan koon set the grill on fire and wang ting failed to fling a chicken wing over the fence. Ming Rue brought her playstation and the guys' souls were sucked into it. When I played with Candera (us noobs) we kept screwing up the game and she screamed bloody murder half the time ahaha. Lots of mahjong and bridge and poker. Funniest episode was when candera, sherlyn, wang ting, guan koon (and later danny) and I played "pregnant". It's similar to heart attack except when you get hit nine times you give birth. Doesn't it sound fun. Ruined a pack of cards and woke up the next day without a voice. Wang Ting thought he developed mumps but it turned out to be soreness from too much laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grad night was ok I guess. Wasn't expecting too much from it anyway. The girls from our class looked really pretty. Can't say much for the guys though ahaha. Went around on ridiculously high heels taking pictures and nearly died when we walked to CHIJMES later. Almost everyone ordered drinks except me who leeched. Alcoholic drinks taste terrible anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had street BBQ a few days ago. The poor J1s spent around 3-4 hours lighting the grill, as you know it's the rainy season. The poor J2s spent the time talking and playing cards downstairs while waiting for them to serve us moohaha. Quite a lot of people turned up and once again I was surprised by how bonded the J1s are (thanks to us of course haha). The drunkards J1s brought alcohol and by the end, Ron was drunk as a chicken and Lowell looked like a demon with red eyes and a red face. Tsk. Can't imagine post-prom for their batch. I've already heard terrible stories about ours and our batch is considered more guai than theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't accomplished much so far. I've finished watching two dramas, halfway through another, learnt the entire Tell Me dance by Wonder Girls from the computer, used excel (apparently a lot of jobs require this) and typed a resume (format stolen from a random website). My father's been nagging me to get a job. I want one too but I'm too lazy. If I get a job in an office I would have to go shopping once again. Anyone would like to offer me a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Sad Fool by Min Kyung Hoon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-7660095024721454887?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7660095024721454887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=7660095024721454887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7660095024721454887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7660095024721454887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-realised-i-havent-blogged-in-ages-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-6054027555126112357</id><published>2007-11-27T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:52:34.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've spent so much these few days I feel so sinful. It's supposed to be retail therapy but instead, I feel bad. So far, I've spent 113 + 64 + 50 = $225. And I'm still going to buy more stuff tomorrow and after grad night. How can anyone find shopping enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my heels are 3 inches high. Poor boys from my class. Without the girls wearing heels, they are only a bit taller (if even taller) than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Crazy Dog by Big Bang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-6054027555126112357?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6054027555126112357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=6054027555126112357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6054027555126112357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6054027555126112357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-spent-so-much-these-few-days-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-2398415143305501664</id><published>2007-11-22T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T01:09:00.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny how one batch can differ from another by so much. Today I went back to collect my street hoodie (which i am wearing now even though its &lt;s&gt;hot&lt;/s&gt; not cold) with Ruth, Li Yue, Jun Ting and Benny. Watched the J1s talk and dance (talk mostly haha) and reminisced about the good old days. We did a bit of dancing ourselves to give the J1s a little pressure ahaha. I really miss Street Dance and it's a pity I didn't get to enjoy it that much in the past while worrying about dismal grades and unfinished tutorials. I miss the dancing, the people, the practices, the rehearsals, the performances, everything. Back to the J1s. During my street dance days, Xinzi and Ruth ruled us with an iron fist (just kidding i love you two). It was quite interesting to watch how J1 practices go. Instead of following the dominant price leader model, they seem to suscribe to the barometric leader model. Progress is made by discussion between a few within a small group instead of just one person leading everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to sift through the piles of A Level question papers to get back my lit question paper so some junior won't laugh himself/herself silly at the stupid things I wrote in there. Made a huge mess, found my classmates' papers and yet was unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be getting old. I don't have the stamina to spend almost the whole day at the computer anymore. I feel increasingly anti-social online as I am no longer able to keep up four, five conversations while using Photoshop, watching videos and smsing somebody at the same time. I have lost track of time, one day blending into another. Events which seemed to have happened ages ago happened just yesterday. Before the A Levels ended people would always talk about the things they would do after it. Yet, after it ends, I don't seem to have that many things to do afterall. Damn. It's only the second day. I need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love g-dragon, he's so talented he wrote all the songs in the new album. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Last Farewell by Big Bang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-2398415143305501664?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2398415143305501664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=2398415143305501664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2398415143305501664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2398415143305501664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-funny-how-one-batch-can-differ-from.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3942944630780914803</id><published>2007-11-17T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:45:49.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I set a new record (note the caesura for emphasis). I attempted a foot long at Subway and I conquered it! Ok actually I didn't really finish it totally cause Jamie took a little bite. But still, an achievement to note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of A Levels being over soon seems to have died down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Girl's Generation by Girl's Generation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3942944630780914803?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3942944630780914803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3942944630780914803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3942944630780914803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3942944630780914803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-i-set-new-record-note-caesura-for.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-7176839701774719865</id><published>2007-11-15T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:15:09.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went to Jamie's house with bix &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to study. &lt;/span&gt;We played DDR! Haven't played that in so long. Anyway I was so lousy. I felt so tired just after one game. That bitch of a &lt;s&gt;transvestite tan&lt;/s&gt; raepu completed her A levels today. She must be out there gallivanting with Jamie's brother. And tomorrow some of my classmates will complete theirs. Ugh. Nevermind. There are only two papers left. And those poor people who are taking H3 Econs have it much worse. Yay im so eggcited haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Marry U by Super Junior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-7176839701774719865?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7176839701774719865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=7176839701774719865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7176839701774719865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7176839701774719865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-i-went-to-jamies-house-with-bix.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-284708827087674888</id><published>2007-11-12T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:58:29.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more down. Five to go. Can you believe it? A Levels is going to be over soon (though sooner for some &lt;s&gt;bitches&lt;/s&gt; people). I have to give the lit department credit for actually spotting one of the four poems which came out today (though it was probably luck). For some reason I always think I will have nothing to write for Poem Comparison but end up writing the most for it and hence spending the bulk of my time on it. Econs tomorrow is going to be shit. And I have totally lost the will to study. I can't believe two hours just passed while I sat there staring at my unopened lecture notes. I have started to plan my after As schedule hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Maze by Jaejoong (DBSK)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-284708827087674888?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/284708827087674888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=284708827087674888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/284708827087674888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/284708827087674888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-more-down.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-7970378754215160843</id><published>2007-11-08T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T12:59:25.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyband. The coolest band ever. Consisting of Junsu (DBSK), Tablo (Epik High), BoA and Bora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/I_Love_Cherry/ab1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/I_Love_Cherry/ab2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could go to their concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Talk, Play, Love by Anyband&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-7970378754215160843?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7970378754215160843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=7970378754215160843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7970378754215160843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7970378754215160843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/11/anyband.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-5780794407028186497</id><published>2007-11-07T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:00:47.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm scarred for life. I'm scared of libraries now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-5780794407028186497?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5780794407028186497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=5780794407028186497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5780794407028186497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5780794407028186497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-think-im-scarred-for-life.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-2065379800073261319</id><published>2007-11-05T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:35:53.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chem Paper 3 wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I blame the school for setting a ridiculously easy mock prelim. I need better time management. Should have done question 5. Heard it was really easy. Next week will be hell. Better enjoy this week while I can ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has been driving my family around, with the supervision of my father. I can almost see my life flash before me whenever he makes a swerve. Hopefully I live to finish the As. The only thing scarier than this is hearing Jamie tell me that she'll drive me around in the future when she gets her license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Last Angel by Koda Kumi feat DBSK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-2065379800073261319?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2065379800073261319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=2065379800073261319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2065379800073261319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2065379800073261319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/11/chem-paper-3-wasnt-as-easy-as-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-712379927402408154</id><published>2007-10-30T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:58:27.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am I not worried? It makes me worried that I am not worried. The worst thing is, I'm already thinking of life after the As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this post on Phang's blog which said Mr Kok was appalled when he told him that he had never touched a TYS until up till a week ago. Well, I don't want to see his reaction to the fact that I just purchased my math TYS on Saturday. Doing it is quite traumatising. The number of questions which I cannot answer are numerous. Reading the cream of the crop GP essays are kind of demoralizing. They are filled from head to toe with specific examples which I have never heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finger is injured. Split from the flesh beside the nail upwards. Why, you ask? Because I have written too much. Apparently, my finger is not used to having to do so much work. This will hinder my speed writing during the exams. Or it may even be for the best. Slowing me down may make me write neater. This is just like dramas set in ancient China, where the scholars mug till they suffer in various ways. Never thought I would reach this standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to look for new places to study. Home is boring and distracting, school library is bloody cold and oppressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; How by Big Bang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-712379927402408154?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/712379927402408154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=712379927402408154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/712379927402408154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/712379927402408154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-am-i-not-worried-it-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3143221671262321855</id><published>2007-10-28T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T10:09:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is unreal. Someone stop time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Bob Hair by Lee Soo Young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3143221671262321855?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3143221671262321855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3143221671262321855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3143221671262321855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3143221671262321855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-unreal.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-2337722491379693417</id><published>2007-10-15T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:37:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I discovered my hidden super power. Call me the earphone terminator. Somehow spoiled a second pair of Rachel's earphones today. The moment it passed into my hands it malfunctioned. For some reason, this special power is only specific to Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relieved the good old days with Ah Si today. We were talking about raepujing and suddenly we both did it. Burst out laughing in the library. Who says studying can't be fun ahaha. Went crazy as night approached. Ended up dancing jiliely to Minwoo (MMmmm)'s M Style (Lo) despite some stranger sitting beside me. After he left, we danced to Rain's songs and rach tried to do 'wae-vus'. Attempted to teach her how to pop. Jamie your ah si's better than you at dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, we thought of more words to add on to ***'* ******* **** **** mooohaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Lie (remix) by Big Bang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-2337722491379693417?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2337722491379693417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=2337722491379693417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2337722491379693417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2337722491379693417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-i-discovered-my-hidden-super.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-5463620993710623703</id><published>2007-10-14T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:18:30.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was such a funny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything can be linked to ***'* ******* **** ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Tell Me by Wonder Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-5463620993710623703?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5463620993710623703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=5463620993710623703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5463620993710623703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5463620993710623703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-was-such-funny-day.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-1902800754220711021</id><published>2007-10-08T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:15:36.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't seem to bring myself to blog about the events on the day they happened so I shall now blog about Saturday. It was a day of coincidences. Studied with Jamie and Bix in the library then went for lunch. Realised we didn't bring Sale's gift so we couldn't surprise her. Then Sale gave us a surprise by suddenly appearing. We couldn't give her the gift so she asked us to go to her house to "surprise" her later. Then later when we went for dinner, we realised we didn't have time to go to her house. Then what do you know, we bumped into her again buying food at the coffeeshop we were eating at. So we had dinner together. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a very retarded argument with the guy who sold me my phone. Previously when I bought the phone, the woman who handled the transaction told me she transferred all my contacts from the old SIM card into the new phone. When I went home I realised that none were transferred. So I went there again and the guy told me it couldn't be done. After a long roundabout argument (apparently he assumed I couldn't tell the difference between storing contacts in a phone and in the SIM card), he suddenly said that he could do it. Spent a long time waiting while he tried to figure out how to do it (absurdly trying to serve another customer while attending to me). Then in the end he gave up and asked another guy to help me. A couple came into the shop, the woman wanting to buy a new battery for her new phone. She was complaining to the guy, pointing to my phone and asking why only her battery malfunctioned so fast while mine was still working. And the nerve of that idiot guy, he said, "her battery is also spoiled, that's why she's changing a new one", while smiling at the woman. I gave him an incredulous look and said, "no, my battery is working fine." Besides, her phone is the same model as the new one I bought, which means it's really new. So shouldn't there be a warranty? I bet that guy was cheating her money, making her buy a replacement battery. Asshole. I'm never going there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 something days to the A Levels. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Still Believe by Kim Jeong Hoon (John)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-1902800754220711021?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1902800754220711021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=1902800754220711021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1902800754220711021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1902800754220711021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-seem-to-bring-myself-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-6429729548264760674</id><published>2007-09-30T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:23:16.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/I_Love_Cherry/taewangsashingi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel like watching it? Haha. I wonder why they wrote the show title in big letters in Mandarin instead of Korean. I'm addicted to this drama. It's so exciting and Bae Yong Jun actually looks quite good. Mainly because of his hair. So nice and long and silky. But the lead actresses are bleh. When I first watched the trailer, I mistook the girl on the right for his mother. Can't wait for the OST to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got myself a new handphone. I bought it on the spot. Have the feeling I'll regret it later but whatever. It's sapphire blue! That's sj's balloon colour. Results back so far have been shitty, except for GP. It seems like the end of the tunnel for Econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Don't Don by Super Junior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-6429729548264760674?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6429729548264760674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=6429729548264760674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6429729548264760674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6429729548264760674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-you-feel-like-watching-it-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3323638128365031343</id><published>2007-09-18T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:26:29.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday saw me mugging my guts out once again in AMK library. I really love the library, especially since they added more tables to it and I don't have to chiong for a table. It's kind of sad that most of my classmates live so far away and don't want to study there with me. Studied with Jamie's classmates and it was quite fun. We even had a butterfly blowing competition because Ian and benny&lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt;boy were sitted at the table behind ours and we blew the butterfly from our window pane to theirs and vice versa. Not to forget the "dance battle" in the toilet ahaha. Didn't really get much done but whatever. Sitting down and studying an entire day is unhealthy and quite unproductive. By the end of the day, Jamie had been reduced to talking to the butterfly and blowing air at it so it could smell the sweet in her mouth.  I was wearing a long strip of paper as a scarf, don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs was just damn shit. Couldn't tell the macro case study apart from the micro. And I didn't finish the paper, as usual. Chem was hard, but not as bad since I have no expectations for Chem at all. I just hope there's no chem focus after prelims. Two more papers to freedom (before A Levels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Ride On by DBSK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3323638128365031343?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3323638128365031343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3323638128365031343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3323638128365031343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3323638128365031343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-saw-me-mugging-my-guys-out.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-6484729109293395690</id><published>2007-09-15T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T17:58:45.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels like a holiday. Three days of break. And all the topics after that are topics that have already been tested before (except stats). Lit is over. After surviving two freaking papers yesterday with a four and a half hour break in between, I feel like nothing worse can happen (except Chem and Econs on the same day). I couldn't resist so I started watching the new drama starring Bae Yong Jun. It's set in the mythical olden times. I love martial art flicks like these. That and the fact that DBSK sings the ending song. Hoho. Boybands are getting too young for my liking. The members of the new group, FT Island, are aged 16-18. Soon I won't be able to fantasize about marrying them ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday (yesterday) to zi bi lei aka SALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Thunder by FT Island&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-6484729109293395690?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6484729109293395690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=6484729109293395690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6484729109293395690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6484729109293395690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-feels-like-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-8986548426630431228</id><published>2007-09-13T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:24:55.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like how I keep finding excuses for you. I feel like Elizabeth from P&amp;amp;P. I've been disappointed one too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Love Is Delicious by Wheesung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-8986548426630431228?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8986548426630431228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=8986548426630431228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8986548426630431228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8986548426630431228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-like-how-i-keep-finding-excuses.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-4142696820885783460</id><published>2007-09-11T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:13:22.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four papers down and se7en to go. Just finished the lit paper. I think I did quite badly, but you never know with lit. I usually score badly when I think I did well and vice versa. Wang Ting was laughing himself silly on my point related to enjambement. Well that's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up. Two of my most dreaded papers down. And last night, the se7enth month climaxed with a cloud of haze and smog. The drilling coming from different blocks and government funded upgrading works I still can tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwaiting people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Love Song of a Thousand Years by DBSK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-4142696820885783460?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4142696820885783460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=4142696820885783460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4142696820885783460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4142696820885783460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/four-papers-down-and-se7en-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-7329247711259631067</id><published>2007-09-09T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:28:59.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-7329247711259631067?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7329247711259631067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=7329247711259631067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7329247711259631067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7329247711259631067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-loi.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-5084697903878460459</id><published>2007-09-08T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T16:12:16.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. Not a very nice day for a birthday. Nevermind next year will be better. Anyway today Jamie and Sale "surprised"me by turning up at my doorstep in the morning. To tell the truth, I was already sort of expecting it. I even cleaned up my room a little. Haha. Stupid sale, being the zi bi she is, accidentally sent me the message which was meant for Jamie so I knew what my surprise birthday gift was. And Jamie accidentally left the price tag on her gift. Really damn ghey. But I love you two! Thank you for taking the trouble to travel here, for the gifts (I'm typing on it now but the keys are really damn stiff) and the "birthday cake" which was leftover from jamie's breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the birthday wishes from everyone and good luck for prelims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Let's End It Here by V.O.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-5084697903878460459?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5084697903878460459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=5084697903878460459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5084697903878460459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5084697903878460459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-9071386274313155438</id><published>2007-09-02T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T12:48:44.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg wtf i passed my music practical exam&lt;br /&gt;it's so ridiculous that i'm not convinced until i see the cert for myself&lt;br /&gt;their standards must be freaking low&lt;br /&gt;"i'm grade 8" sounds a lot better than "i think i'm grade 4 but i lost my cert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished a book&lt;br /&gt;really touching, makes you feel the importance of treasuring those around you&lt;br /&gt;here's two extracts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What causes an echo?" she once quizzed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The persistence of sound after the source has stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When can you hear an echo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When it's quiet and other sounds are absorbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's quiet, I can hear my mother's echo still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's like my old man said: You can be a mama's boy or a daddy's boy, but you can't be both. So you cling to the one you think you might lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from "for one more day" by Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a break from prelims kiddies and go read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Cry by Son Dam Bi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-9071386274313155438?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9071386274313155438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=9071386274313155438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9071386274313155438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9071386274313155438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg-wtf-i-passed-my-music-practical.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-4609303662632194758</id><published>2007-08-22T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:37:46.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I made a long-awaited comeback to school and my classmates warmly welcomed me back into their folds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chloe:&lt;/span&gt; My eyes feel itchy after looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crunch:&lt;/span&gt; I missed you so much Cheryl *a hand covered over her eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wang Ting:&lt;/span&gt; Don't look at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Hey Wang Ting are you going home later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wang Ting:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. No! I mean no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tutor:&lt;/span&gt; Eeyer! Your eyes are red! Sore eyes is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tutor:&lt;/span&gt; Then still come to school and spread your germs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jie Liang:&lt;/span&gt; See la my eyes itchy now. All your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me:&lt;/span&gt; You don't feel the effects of sore eyes that fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jie Liang:&lt;/span&gt; You second intaker what. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wang Ting:&lt;/span&gt; (at chancing upon him at the bus stop) Damn. I was hoping you had gone onto an earlier bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; White Lie by Lee Seung Gi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-4609303662632194758?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4609303662632194758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=4609303662632194758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4609303662632194758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/4609303662632194758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-i-made-long-awaited-comeback-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-9040667116786068306</id><published>2007-08-20T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:15:40.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm worried. Really worried. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-9040667116786068306?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9040667116786068306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=9040667116786068306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9040667116786068306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/9040667116786068306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-8131117913432985830</id><published>2007-08-18T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:39:39.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just for this post im reverting to the old format cause jamie complained&lt;br /&gt;and it's her birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY QianBianQueen!&lt;br /&gt;may you forever remain the pri sch kidd that you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to school but left early since everyone was quite scared of me&lt;br /&gt;and there were no useful lessons anyway&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't managed to buy jamie a balloon&lt;br /&gt;then later went to jamie's school to surprise her&lt;br /&gt;miscalculated and ended up super early&lt;br /&gt;i wore a cap on the way there thinking no one could see my eyes&lt;br /&gt;but apparently it was damn obvious&lt;br /&gt;felt so cheated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat outside her school waiting for sale&lt;br /&gt;and i was so worried that jamie would come out before she was here&lt;br /&gt;but i needn't have worried cause that stupid qian bian was late&lt;br /&gt;(she was supposed to meet us at j8 but she left her school late)&lt;br /&gt;so sale told me to sms her that i was already in j8&lt;br /&gt;to our shock she replied that she was already waiting for the bus!&lt;br /&gt;oh the nasty liar&lt;br /&gt;gave her a shock when she came out&lt;br /&gt;and confronted her about her lie&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;now i know to take whatever she says with a pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at sakae&lt;br /&gt;and rachel came to join us&lt;br /&gt;then because jamie wanted a balloon&lt;br /&gt;we called loi and practically forced her to buy one&lt;br /&gt;jamie: *whines* it's my birthday. and i really really want a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;damn qian bian&lt;br /&gt;she took so long deciding that i wanted to pay the guy first and leave her there to take her time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh with my eyes like that i probably won't be able to go to school for the next week&lt;br /&gt;normally i would be happy&lt;br /&gt;but LIT HOW??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Lie by Big Bang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-8131117913432985830?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8131117913432985830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=8131117913432985830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8131117913432985830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8131117913432985830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-for-this-im-reverting-to-old.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3566175185143574951</id><published>2007-08-16T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T18:19:37.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer is more screwed up than usual. Every attempt to fix my computer seems to make it worse. The second reformatting has taken away microsoft word yet again and now the screen blanks out at will and sometimes doesn't even flicker back. And my father has infected me with his sore eyes, so avoid any contact with with me. I don't want to infect you, especially not at this exam period. Anyway I'm still happy because Big Bang's new single just came out although it's not up to expectations. Oh well they have a lot to live up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Oh My Baby by Big Bang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3566175185143574951?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3566175185143574951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3566175185143574951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3566175185143574951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3566175185143574951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-computer-is-more-screwed-up-than.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-8961351789914984999</id><published>2007-08-13T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:54:33.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the way home from school today, I came to a realisation. My neighbourhood is really overrun with cats. Before, it was just overrun but this is overkill. Ok it's not overkill because I love cats but sooner or later some irritating ah sao who has nothing to do will complain to the town council and they'll "exterminate the brutes". I spotted 6 cats in the short distance from the provision shop to my flat. And that's just the ones I see. Anyway I saw something really funny (in my opinion at least). Two old women were sitting on a bench, cooing at and flailing their hands in the face of a cat, which just totally dao-ed them and had its head turned in the other direction. Cats are like the epitome of coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were quite lucky that Puay Miao decided to give us spelling instead of going through Othello since most people forgot and brought P&amp;P. Or maybe it was because her other class had a grand total of two people bringing their books. Haven't had spelling in ages! It was quite fun, except that she gave weird words like denouement and hamartia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vadi is seriously kickass funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vadi:&lt;/span&gt; They have this carbon print thing whereby they trace the amount of carbon emissions you produce and apparently cows emit the highest amount of carbon. So you didn't think they'll take revenge did you? Well they did. Just by belching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vadi:&lt;/span&gt; *laughs* Oh I thought you meant to install catalytic converters in cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Love-sick by F.T Island&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-8961351789914984999?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8961351789914984999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=8961351789914984999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8961351789914984999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8961351789914984999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-way-home-from-school-today-i-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-743621724916000574</id><published>2007-08-10T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:48:50.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talk about coincidences. I was just telling Crunch yesterday that I hoped my computer wouldn't crash today because the CCA achievements are due. Got a scare this morning when my computer blacked out twice and made funny noises. Thankfully I managed to fix it. And now I have microsoft word back! It's an even newer version than the previous one I used. I don't know how people survived with Wordpad in the past. Yay no more using blogger to check spelling errors, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Sweet Love by Son Ho Young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-743621724916000574?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/743621724916000574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=743621724916000574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/743621724916000574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/743621724916000574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/talk-about-coincidences.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-7236478376592960628</id><published>2007-08-07T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:27:31.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finished my stupid RJC journey at bloody 2.45 am this morning. So that gives me 6 hours of sleep in two days, wth. 6 and a half if you count the nap during Econs lecture. But the holidays are here! 5 whole days of holiday, shiok man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is CRUNCH'S BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY THE GIRL WHO SHARES MY STOMACH AND GOES CRAZY WITH ME IN LECTURES/TUTORIALS!! I realised I forgot to write happy birthday on the paper i wrote. Haha. Anyway I think we're super fated. OG mates, classmates, same PW group, same love for bridge, same stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day celebrations today and we threw Crunch a "surprise" birthday party! Ok so she accidentally walked into the venue once before we were prepared but at least she didn't expect us to throw a party before she walked in. T'was rather fun and Crunch got a really *cough* present, which we made her take out of the plastic bag and pose with. Haha. Then bridged and mahjong-ed while the National day carnival thingy took place. So enthusiastic about our house worS. And for the finale of the day, the National Day Concert from 6-9pm. Was dying but went for it because they lied to us that attendance would be taken. Ended up being damn enthu about the whole thing because of crazy class members like Wang Ting who went "WOOOOOH" at most random moments. For some reason the block we were sitting in was crazy. Loved the part where the math department went on stage to sing "Home". Mr Kok wasn't one of the singers in the front but we kept screaming "GO MR KOK", together with his other class, 6K, until the teachers in front handed him the mike and he rejected it. So we chanted Mr Kok incessantly until he thanked us on the mike, lol. The principal might give him a pay rise, seeing he's so popular with his students. Later he came and told us that because of our shouting the math department insisted on him doing a solo next year. That'll be totally awesome ahaha. Other highlights included Raffles Dance dancing to SE7EN's Passion(!!) and my house getting the last place. Better luck next year, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Piranha by CSJH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-7236478376592960628?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7236478376592960628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=7236478376592960628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7236478376592960628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7236478376592960628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/finished-my-stupid-rjc-journey-at.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-595806490414171245</id><published>2007-08-06T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:10:28.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going crazy from praising myself for three hours straight. It's hard work commending myself on nothing. Have exhausted all cliched phrases known. Should have paid closer attention to the Jack Neo movie yesterday. Blah. I'm only half done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-595806490414171245?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/595806490414171245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=595806490414171245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/595806490414171245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/595806490414171245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-going-crazy-from-praising-myself-for.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3152116264154384464</id><published>2007-08-06T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:09:56.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw this really gross guy in a food centre. Firstly, he had a sweater on. And I was nowhere near feeling cold, so you can see how he really needed the cool black jacket he had on. Secondly, he was wearing a pink shirt with the words 'HIP HOP blah blah' on it. It's disgusting how people think wearing anything with the words HIP HOP on them automatically makes them like x100000 cooler worX. To add to his already disgusting outfit, he actually had shades on, like wth. Not to mention he was strutting around with a smug look on his face, making a lot of noise and attracting attention which is obviously what the attention whore wanted. After I got over the initial shock and gaping, I laughed non-stop for quite a long time. Wang Ting would have had a field day with that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'Homerun' last night, because it wasn't worth my money to watch it in the theatres. I felt that there something was sorely missing halfway through the movie. And that's when I realised that I hadn't seen a single Jack Neo Air-conditioner commercial (so easy to clean!), strangely enough. Anyway the movie was so lame, with over-the-top coincidences and you feel like Neo was trying to milk whatever tears he could. He probably wasn't comfortable without any pro-government lines. I usually cry very easily but for some reason I kept laughing throughout the movie, especially when the girl had to run across the 'land of the abandoned glass bottles'. The original was so much better, simple and heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm the only one who hasn't started on my stupid RJ Learning Journey. But one part of it is already done before I've started, the CCA portion. Even Jamie the librarian has more achievements than me. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM seems to like coming up with oddly numbered groups. Shinhwa (6), SJ (13) and now Suh Nyu Shi Dae (9). They probably earn peanuts after the profits are divided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Into The New World by Shao Nu Shi Dai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3152116264154384464?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3152116264154384464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3152116264154384464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3152116264154384464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3152116264154384464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesterday-i-saw-this-really-gross-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-2381154398883197825</id><published>2007-08-02T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:50:53.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The WWF's coming to Singapore and apparently one of the wrestlers is bringing a weapon called "The Singapore Cane". I think that's just fricking hilarious. Don't think the government is going to agree with me on this one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Dancer In The Rain by CSJH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-2381154398883197825?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2381154398883197825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=2381154398883197825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2381154398883197825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/2381154398883197825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/08/wwfs-coming-to-singapore-and-apparently.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-6946554892242980886</id><published>2007-07-27T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:27:29.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And thus I return from Wangting's play, Othello. It was rather good and Iago was simply ownage. Zounds! Goats and monkeys! I regret not bringing my book though. The sound system wasn't very good and most of the time I had to rely on my memory to remember their lines (which didn't go quite well since the last time I read the book was last year). Well done little boy! And sorry for standing you up Jamie. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;random quote of the day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutor: for each sociological group, add some descriptive terms.&lt;br /&gt;Under civil servants, a student added arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;tutor: be careful of stereotyping! are you saying that all teachers are arrogant?&lt;br /&gt;class: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Why do I keep losing one sock from each pair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-6946554892242980886?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6946554892242980886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=6946554892242980886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6946554892242980886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6946554892242980886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-thus-i-return-from-wangtings-play.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-5421776654009489822</id><published>2007-07-23T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:29:29.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As expected, people in school who were not wise enough to have read the Harry Potter book over the weekend had to run around school with their hands over their ears as people like Danny did not spare them. (Warning: Pseudo-spoilers ahead) He told them of how they killed Fawkes and boiled phoenix soup to revive Dumbledore. But I interpreted the book differently. I think Voldemort killed Fawkes and cooked curry chicken so as to prevent them from reviving Dumbledore (the tears of the phoenix have healing powers you see). But either way, poor Fawkes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Handkerchief by Kim Dongwan (Shinhwa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-5421776654009489822?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5421776654009489822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=5421776654009489822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5421776654009489822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5421776654009489822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-expected-people-in-school-who-were.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-1671107736265970795</id><published>2007-07-21T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T02:21:03.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished the Harry Potter book and I must say I'm quite disappointed. Not going to spoil the story for you all like Linus, lol, but the ending was really lame and cliched. Ugh. I was groaning in agony. Better read the book people, before I spoil the ending for you haha. Not that it's unpredictable anyway. But it was kind of unpredictable because it was so cliched. You would have expected a breathtaking ending for so much hype but it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anti-climatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the story has ended, and now life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-1671107736265970795?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1671107736265970795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=1671107736265970795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1671107736265970795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1671107736265970795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-finished-harry-potter-book-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-1299270975343266654</id><published>2007-07-19T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:44:52.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I were more decisive. I really admire people who can make up their minds immediately and stick with their decisions. Unlike me, I actually mentally list all the pros and cons before making a decision, even for insignificant matters like deciding which flavour of ice-cream I want. And more often than not, I end up making the wrong decision anyway. But then again, it's all my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided. Decided to wean myself off using steaming water to bathe. I blame my low threshold for cold on it and I am spurred on by a very important exam. I cannot afford to screw this one up. I will not be cold during the A Levels. Repeat after me, I WILL NOT BE COLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to finish all my tutorials so I can spend the weekend reading the Harry Potter book, then watch the movie at night with my OG (shocking yes, but my og's actually alive). Except Econs of course. No one does Econs tutorials anymore. I guess we all "deserve to fail the A Levels".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Say It by Battle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-1299270975343266654?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1299270975343266654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=1299270975343266654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1299270975343266654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1299270975343266654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-wish-i-were-more-decisive.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-308312397545391266</id><published>2007-07-18T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:24:19.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck. FUCK. That's what I wanted to shout when the exam ended but the better of my senses told me not to as he might have deducted marks from my already non-existent marks. And I thought nothing could be worse than the last SPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for the exam. How's that for a good first impression. I was prepared for the exam of course, armed with jeans and a jacket. But when I opened the door and the cold gusts of wind tugged harshly at my cheeks and the cold frost nipped at my fingers, I knew it. I was doomed. That marked the atmosphere for the rest of the exam. Cold. I was so cold that my fingers were numb and I couldn't play properly, hence resulting in my screwing up in every single way possible. You wouldn't believe how badly I played the scales, especially the arpeggios. It was almost as if I was playing an entirely different chord (I probably was). His accent was so thick that I had to keep asking him to repeat. He probably thought I was an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to the pieces which was the real screw-up of the day. Apart from the gazillion mistakes I usually make in exams, the third piece just took the cake. I think it's mainly because I was worrying about my aural test later as I had a sweet in my mouth and I was kind of in a dream-like state. When I had finished the piece, I felt something was wrong, even more wrong than my very wrong results for SPA. Apparently I had skipped half a page of the score and just went straight to the ending. I felt shell-shocked after the realisation and turned back to look at the examiner. He looked as stunned as I was. Oh well, it was probably the first time he had ever seen anything like that happen. Then he gave me a bewildered look which was probably asking me why I had even bothered to turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aural test was horrible, surprise surprise. I had to slip the sweet, stickiness and all, into my pocket in a swift motion. Sang wrongly, clapped wrongly, gave wrong answers. He kept giving my skeptical looks whenever I said anything. And when he asked me, "why do you think this piece was written in the romantic period (It probably wasn't, but it was just a guess on my part)?" I just gaped at him until he suggested we move on to something else. Damn I forgot what Tim Wee my shi fu told me. It would have been comical if it hadn't been so sad. By the way, he &lt;u&gt;lied&lt;/u&gt;. He said he would ask me about the textuality and some other stuff but he changed his questions in the end. Not that it really mattered anyway since I was already going to &lt;u&gt;fail, fail, fail&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The half-limbed readers did not chafe&lt;br /&gt;But smiled at one another curiously&lt;br /&gt;Like secret men who knew their secret safe."&lt;br /&gt;    -Smile, Smile, Smile by Wilfred Owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong. I had four nightmares after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time before a practical exam I should soak myself in a tub of ice like David Blane so as to build up resistance. The only good news, I suppose, is that I won't have to touch the bloody piano for the next few months. How I wish every test in life was a theory test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-308312397545391266?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/308312397545391266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=308312397545391266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/308312397545391266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/308312397545391266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-5920124018393853315</id><published>2007-07-18T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:19:32.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music exam in exactly 3 hours and 28 minutes. Am I nervous? Well out of all the dreams I can recollect having last night, I've had a grand total of three nightmares about it, which included getting lost on my way there (this is highly likely), being late, missing the exam and finally screwing it up in another dream so what do you think? I've come to a realisation that I'm always nervous playing the piano, whether at home or in front of an examiner. Sometimes when I play the piano at home for a long period of time (which is not very long anyway), my jaws start to hurt. And that's when I realise that I've been clenching my teeth when I'm playing. And when I play for an examiner, I make gazillions of mistakes that i've never made before. There was even once when I couldn't play on (at least I don't leave black water on the piano HAHA). My first practical exam away from Galleria, I wonder if it's any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone noticed that I've changed my style of typing? That's because I have a purpose and I'm out to prove a point. Now-a-days the stuff I type seem to be kind of ambiguous, don't they? Hoho.  Well that's for me to know and for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well school's out for  7A-ers in 10 minutes. Wonder why I'm sitting here typing? That's because I'm a pon-star and I ponned school to catch a few more winks and be alert for my exam. I just woke up by the way ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid butterflies. I'll fry them and have them for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; What Your Heart Wants by KARA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-5920124018393853315?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5920124018393853315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=5920124018393853315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5920124018393853315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5920124018393853315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/music-exam-in-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-6379575109744920562</id><published>2007-07-16T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:41:44.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha today we handed in our pathetic poems on shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;and of course there were some people who scribbled some nonsense&lt;br /&gt;cause they forgot to do it&lt;br /&gt;daphne's was damn funny&lt;br /&gt;hers went something like&lt;br /&gt;shakespeare was a dear&lt;br /&gt;he had many hear(??!!)&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't very clear&lt;br /&gt;some nonsense like that&lt;br /&gt;doesn't even make sense&lt;br /&gt;she just wanted to make it rhyme&lt;br /&gt;cause she didn't know a haiku doesn't have to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;constance's was ownage&lt;br /&gt;hers went something like&lt;br /&gt;exhilarated! were the actors and actresses&lt;br /&gt;jubilant! were the people who watched&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;gay! was shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;my poem originally went&lt;br /&gt;He who gained, lost some&lt;br /&gt;Hence the pain of losing one&lt;br /&gt;He, father of none&lt;br /&gt;it's a haiku, five, seven and five syllables&lt;br /&gt;inspired by shakespeare's lost of his son&lt;br /&gt;but apparently he had a daughter&lt;br /&gt;so constance helped me amend the last sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of lit, i got back my lit paper&lt;br /&gt;it's not really a shock, but it's the first time i did so badly&lt;br /&gt;to sum up my pathetic results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math:&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;br /&gt;missed B by a mark&lt;br /&gt;kind of disappointed that i should even have to struggle to get a B&lt;br /&gt;but then again i spent my whole holidays mugging chem&lt;br /&gt;just have to practice complex numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GP:&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;br /&gt;missed B by a mark too&lt;br /&gt;got owned by compre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chem: &lt;/span&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;it may seem like a lousy mark to you&lt;br /&gt;but it's a personal achievement&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i'm out of chem focus!&lt;br /&gt;an amusing conversation i had with cherie&lt;br /&gt;cherie: so what did you get for chem?&lt;br /&gt;me: E&lt;br /&gt;cherie:  oh no! what happened?&lt;br /&gt;me: err. i got lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit: &lt;/span&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;not surprised by the lousy marks for the modern paper&lt;br /&gt;but it's the first time i've done so badly for Pride &amp; Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;i've never gotten a D for lit paper, let alone E&lt;br /&gt;#$%&amp;amp;&amp;@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Econs: &lt;/span&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;not the least bit surprising&lt;br /&gt;i kind of detest the subject now&lt;br /&gt;i need to be motivated to study econs&lt;br /&gt;and she isn't helping&lt;br /&gt;as someone said&lt;br /&gt;"looking at my chem marks is more motivating than listening to her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this rate i'm going to be as unprepared for the a levels as i was for the Os&lt;br /&gt;aims: A for math, B for GP, C for Chem, B for Lit, C for Econs&lt;br /&gt;i think some of these are quite impossible to achieve&lt;br /&gt;but most people in rj would pohbebry (sic) cry if they obtained such lousy results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm missing half of all my socks&lt;br /&gt;i don't have socks to wear to school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Ari No Mama by SE7EN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-6379575109744920562?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6379575109744920562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=6379575109744920562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6379575109744920562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6379575109744920562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha-today-we-handed-in-our-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-8028378537779118298</id><published>2007-07-14T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:16:28.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was street farewell&lt;br /&gt;and the turnout of j2s was rather bad&lt;br /&gt;but i was the first to turn up!&lt;br /&gt;and i won an immunity idol of not having to do a forfeit once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played passing the parcel&lt;br /&gt;and those sneaky, conniving j1s tried to zhong all the j2s&lt;br /&gt;it was quite obvious cause all the j2s were sitting together despite attempts to separate us&lt;br /&gt;and somehow the music kept stopping when it reached us&lt;br /&gt;there were some sparks between haojin and ruth&lt;br /&gt;haojin did a disgusting love dance for ruth&lt;br /&gt;and she used him as the pole for her pole dance&lt;br /&gt;woooooooo&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;they tried to make the music stop on me&lt;br /&gt;the first time i was spared because of the immunity idol&lt;br /&gt;but they suck at the timing&lt;br /&gt;so the parcel landed on sherlyn three times cause she was next to me&lt;br /&gt;but being the sporting person that i was&lt;br /&gt;i just volunteered to do the forfeit&lt;br /&gt;afterall they would keep trying until it landed on me&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had dinner&lt;br /&gt;we ordered the j1s about as our slaves&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then for the climax of the evening&lt;br /&gt;they blindfolded us and led us to the open area under the GO&lt;br /&gt;the evil rachel who was leading me didn't even stop me when i approached a wall&lt;br /&gt;we took the lift down but poor ruth was forced to take the stairs&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then we took off our blindfolds and on the floor was a heart, made up of lighted candles&lt;br /&gt;they are sooo sweet&lt;br /&gt;and apparently our blindfolds were personalised T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;watched a video they made for us&lt;br /&gt;filled with unglam moments&lt;br /&gt;they even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprised &lt;/span&gt;us with a cake&lt;br /&gt;to thank them we performed for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole thing we just sat there talking&lt;br /&gt;and lo and behold, benny arrived&lt;br /&gt;when everything was already over&lt;br /&gt;weirdo&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then junting, sherlyn, benny, sharleen and i went for a night trail around the school&lt;br /&gt;but we chickened out after benny told us a creepy story&lt;br /&gt;apparently RI is freaking haunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING J1S&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Melody by Tony Ahn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-8028378537779118298?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8028378537779118298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=8028378537779118298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8028378537779118298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8028378537779118298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-street-farewell-and-turnout.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-6184548065699989601</id><published>2007-07-13T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T11:43:26.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided to be less opinionated&lt;br /&gt;i'm not bothered about it anymore (not that much anyway)&lt;br /&gt;afterall imitation is the best form of flattery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results have been dismal&lt;br /&gt;shall evaluate how i did after i finally get back my lit paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Showdown by M (Shinhwa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-6184548065699989601?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6184548065699989601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=6184548065699989601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6184548065699989601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/6184548065699989601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-decided-to-be-less-opinionated-what.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-659766229074855356</id><published>2007-07-12T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:14:51.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just broke a cup&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't really my fault&lt;br /&gt;see this is what happened&lt;br /&gt;i casually picked up the cup on my table&lt;br /&gt;only to find that it was inhabited by a fat, white lizard&lt;br /&gt;so i dropped the cup in shock&lt;br /&gt;and the lizard made its escape&lt;br /&gt;actually i could have caught the cup&lt;br /&gt;cause it rolled off the table in slow motion just like in the movies&lt;br /&gt;but i was afraid of stepping on the lizard&lt;br /&gt;and no, i did not cut my hand picking up the ceramic pieces&lt;br /&gt;though i highly doubt that my prince charming would have apparated into the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe the lit department is forcing us to write a poem on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;willy&lt;/span&gt; shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;my inspiration does not come when i'm forced to write&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Summer Dream by DBSK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-659766229074855356?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/659766229074855356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=659766229074855356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/659766229074855356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/659766229074855356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-broke-cup-but-it-wasnt-really-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-1202830072115016119</id><published>2007-07-04T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:34:32.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a rather depressing article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;url=http: com="" harris="" html=""&gt;&lt;/url=http:&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/sam-harris/there-is-no-god-and-you-_b_8459.html"&gt;There is No God (And You Know It)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;philosophy bakes no bread&lt;br /&gt;it's not really my cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; I Promise You by WANTED &amp;amp; 7 Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-1202830072115016119?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1202830072115016119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=1202830072115016119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1202830072115016119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/1202830072115016119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-rather-depressing-article.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3354022140284965080</id><published>2007-06-29T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:17:22.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i felt so cheated today&lt;br /&gt;the first time i could sleep in without any worries&lt;br /&gt;and my father had to call the house and wake me up at 11&lt;br /&gt;and then i couldn't go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;my father brought back a table from his old office&lt;br /&gt;so now i won't have to worry about my table bottom dropping randomly onto my legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cts are over&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to predict my results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gp:&lt;/span&gt; C-U, depending on whether my essay is ungraded since i forgot to write the qn number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;econs:&lt;/span&gt; E/S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chem:&lt;/span&gt; D/E/S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;math:&lt;/span&gt; B/C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lit:&lt;/span&gt; C/D/E&lt;br /&gt;not a very pretty picture&lt;br /&gt;but i prefer to think pessimitic&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be consoled or even happy when i receive my shitty results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lim min's house after the exams yesterday with const, phang and linus&lt;br /&gt;bridged and played with lim min's animal farm&lt;br /&gt;lim min's dogs are very extreme&lt;br /&gt;one is so docile while the other is wary and rather agitated at times&lt;br /&gt;i guess they mellow with age&lt;br /&gt;the docile one was licking the rabbit on the nose&lt;br /&gt;phang was very attracted to the dogs&lt;br /&gt;he probably senses a kinship with them&lt;br /&gt;linus the emo king was trying to out-emo the emo dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to j8 for the UK funfair&lt;br /&gt;where we met chloe and crunch&lt;br /&gt;and surprised long kuan with his maple story mushrooms bday gift&lt;br /&gt;but the funfair opened late for some reason&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the arcade&lt;br /&gt;and since i was the only one in school u&lt;br /&gt;i had to wear a jacket and look indecent in FBTs&lt;br /&gt;and to my horror, i found no one knew how to play bishi bashi&lt;br /&gt;dragged crunch to play with me&lt;br /&gt;but she really sucks&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funfair turned out to have ridiculously priced rides&lt;br /&gt;so we went for dinner at ding tai fung&lt;br /&gt;i was so qiong i couldn't pay for my noodles&lt;br /&gt;(cause we had lunch at cafe cartel)&lt;br /&gt;and i had the misfortune to be sitting opposite phang&lt;br /&gt;it was tolerable until the end when he exclaimed agitatedly&lt;br /&gt;and i was the recipient of many drops of saliva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/I_Love_Cherry/meangirls.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cady (jamie), gretchen (sale), regina george (rach), karen (me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some random reason, rach, sale and jamie have named us after characters in mean girls&lt;br /&gt;rachel is the most suitable for her role as regina george for obvious reasons&lt;br /&gt;jamie is perfect as cady&lt;br /&gt;the mugger toad who excels at math&lt;br /&gt;sale is gretchen, loi is cady's friend (i forgot her name)&lt;br /&gt;but WHY AM I KAREN&lt;br /&gt;that is so &lt;i&gt;fetch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be gretchen&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a bimbo ok&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to the movie&lt;br /&gt;- i can put my fist in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;- i am a slut/whore&lt;br /&gt;- i have huge pores&lt;br /&gt;- my boobs can tell it's raining when it's already raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried, but i can only put my fingers up to my knuckles into my mouth&lt;br /&gt;(phang can probably do it though, he's always gnawing on his hand)&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a slut but i guess my boobs (or lack thereof) can tell when it's raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four days of holiday&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to watch korean vids till i rot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Love Keeps Failing Part 2 by Buzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3354022140284965080?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3354022140284965080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3354022140284965080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3354022140284965080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3354022140284965080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-felt-so-cheated-today-first-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-7208094492127361121</id><published>2007-06-25T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:54:57.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why would anyone want to live their whole life as a lie?&lt;br /&gt;to lie constantly to their parents, friends&lt;br /&gt;till the extent where the lie blends in with reality&lt;br /&gt;and you try to pass yourself off as someone else&lt;br /&gt;will someone please enlighten me&lt;br /&gt;because i really dont understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-7208094492127361121?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7208094492127361121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=7208094492127361121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7208094492127361121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/7208094492127361121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-would-anyone-want-to-live-their.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3603264515518614487</id><published>2007-06-24T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:55:45.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate studying for econs&lt;br /&gt;it's the worst&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i used to take h3 econs&lt;br /&gt;and i actually liked the subject&lt;br /&gt;maybe that was when there wasn't so much memory work involved&lt;br /&gt;and when i had a teacher that actually cared&lt;br /&gt;haha im attempting to finish reading ALL my econs notes in two days&lt;br /&gt;i have a major headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for tomorrow everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; My Page by Junsu (DBSK)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3603264515518614487?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3603264515518614487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3603264515518614487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3603264515518614487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3603264515518614487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-studying-for-econs-its-worst-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-8645152935363591267</id><published>2007-06-21T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T13:31:40.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so there's four days left to the CTs&lt;br /&gt;if you count today since it's already half gone&lt;br /&gt;and let's see, i haven't touched both lit and econs&lt;br /&gt;i'm only done with half of math and chem each&lt;br /&gt;but if i work really hard during these three days&lt;br /&gt;i would be able to complete the syllabus right?&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the only thing good about going to school early everyday&lt;br /&gt;is that it's helping to readjust my biological clock&lt;br /&gt;that's about it&lt;br /&gt;other than that, it's just getting lousy grades for every test i take&lt;br /&gt;especially math&lt;br /&gt;i think i scored around 28 this time?&lt;br /&gt;or lower&lt;br /&gt;mr kok really shouldn't make us depressed at this point of time&lt;br /&gt;what with all his out of syllabus kind of math questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, for the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;i passed an organic chem test!!!!&lt;br /&gt;bu i think it's because i marked too leniently&lt;br /&gt;who cares&lt;br /&gt;its worth a celebration&lt;br /&gt;thought i was going to fail at first cause&lt;br /&gt;i got the first few questions all wrong&lt;br /&gt;and the idiot benny who was sitting behind me&lt;br /&gt;was apparently laughing at my crosses while i was being happily oblivious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of the CTs are approaching!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; One Love by K.R.Y (super junior)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-8645152935363591267?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8645152935363591267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=8645152935363591267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8645152935363591267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/8645152935363591267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-so-theres-four-days-left-to-cts-if.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-782447862525854724</id><published>2007-06-17T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:12:36.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok im a bit behind time but whatever&lt;br /&gt;went out with jamie, loi, rachel and sale on friday&lt;br /&gt;it's the first time in about half a year in which we have managed to meet as a complete group&lt;br /&gt;which is obviously thanks to my good organising skills&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at billy bombers, then went to play board games at a board game cafe&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun&lt;br /&gt;found out that rachel and I think quite alike (oh the horrors)&lt;br /&gt;and my god, jamie really sucks at pictionary&lt;br /&gt;all her pictures start out with a circle, and then another circle within it&lt;br /&gt;then she'll jab furiously at whatever unknown thing she drew&lt;br /&gt;what is damn obvious to her always gets a "huh?" reaction from us&lt;br /&gt;her picture of CTC is hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then took the bus back with sale&lt;br /&gt;where we talked ji liely about korean stuff all the way&lt;br /&gt;i really miss the days where i could just turn back during CTC's lesson and talk non-stop about the latest dbsk/korean news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; I'm Hot by Lee Jae Won&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-782447862525854724?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/782447862525854724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=782447862525854724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/782447862525854724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/782447862525854724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-im-bit-behind-time-but-whatever-went.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-5373261837198269252</id><published>2007-06-10T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:04:10.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went for a free dance lesson at studio wu!&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun&lt;br /&gt;but the instructor kept laughing at us&lt;br /&gt;cause we took up half the studio and were quite lousy compared to the regulars&lt;br /&gt;he was teaching our half and most of us couldn't get the move&lt;br /&gt;then he laughed, looked at me and said "ok i teach slow slow"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but he's quite funny&lt;br /&gt;like this one move where we had to touch our butts&lt;br /&gt;he kept saying "touch it! touch it! touch your butt!"&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go and learn dancing after the a levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father bought me a new i pod nano&lt;br /&gt;it's green&lt;br /&gt;which means i will be accused of plagirism by rachel&lt;br /&gt;somehow the nanopod looked nicer in the i pod store&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;the nanopod always looks greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;haha ok that's rather lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh watch this video!&lt;br /&gt;it's quite funny if you know who rain is&lt;br /&gt;and especially if you've heard the song or watched the MV of "running away from the sun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/motherload/?ml_video=86679"&gt;http://www.comedycentral.com/motherload/?ml_video=86679&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a short advertistment before the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; January by dbsk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-5373261837198269252?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5373261837198269252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=5373261837198269252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5373261837198269252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/5373261837198269252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-i-went-for-free-dance-lesson-at.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23505661.post-3503072466360049928</id><published>2007-06-04T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:30:10.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn it's the second week of holiday and i haven't even had the chance to sleep in&lt;br /&gt;what's the point of a holiday if you don't get to sleep in&lt;br /&gt;looks like wednesday's my only chance&lt;br /&gt;anyway today i was conned into going for the math test&lt;br /&gt;cause i had no idea it wasn't compulsory&lt;br /&gt;apparently everyone who turned up (=half the class) thought it was too&lt;br /&gt;and i scored the fourth in class!&lt;br /&gt;which wasn't a feat since the highest was lim min with 41/100&lt;br /&gt;my morale has been completely deflated&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempted to study after the test&lt;br /&gt;spent more than 2 and a half hours studying ten pages of chem&lt;br /&gt;talk about law of diminishing returns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been rather stressed about stuff not related to studies&lt;br /&gt;which is rather stupid in my opinion&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help it since i'm such a worrywart&lt;br /&gt;more math lessons tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;oh joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &gt;&gt; Lovin' You by DBSK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23505661-3503072466360049928?l=catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3503072466360049928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23505661&amp;postID=3503072466360049928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3503072466360049928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23505661/posts/default/3503072466360049928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catsarefuzzzy.blogspot.com/2007/06/damn-its-second-week-of-holiday-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01553481039325708329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
