<?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-377770669505524161</id><updated>2012-02-13T11:01:23.576+08:00</updated><category term='Random shot'/><category term='First pic credits to parkandcube'/><title type='text'>Through the L(oo)king G[ass]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>330</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-3305532479246925296</id><published>2012-02-13T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T11:01:23.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I'm saving all my love for yoooou</title><content type='html'>First Michael, now Whitney. I don't really know what to say. Whitney Houston. Just hearing her name alone already have so much star power. You know she's one hell of a singer and her songs, one hell of a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;I cried yesterday ( and its not even PMS) after hearing the news about her death and listening to her songs on the radio. Really. And my mum was so shocked too, both after hearing the news and seeing me cry it turns out that seriously, her songs did impact me more than I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Just some of my favourites. Of course, I'm sure most people are familiar with the ones below, their like her classic hits. I'm not going to say I know ALL her songs but just these few songs alone makes me feel &lt;u&gt;out of the world&lt;/u&gt; when I listen to them. Plus there is hardly any good singers out there these days GOSH it makes me so emotional to think that we can NEVER hear another voice like hers again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 268px" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="471" height="268" src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/yDhxKVuVYaY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="12461"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7090"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDhxKVuVYaY&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDhxKVuVYaY&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDhxKVuVYaY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;"I Will Always Love You" and the world too to you, Whitney, we will always love you. I remembered when I was a kid, the first time I heard the song I tried singing along, holding my breath non stop....it totally became one of my karaoke favourite to sing in the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 455px; HEIGHT: 275px" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="455" height="275" src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/CxIN79n4jVo/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="12038"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7276"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxIN79n4jVo&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxIN79n4jVo&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxIN79n4jVo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;And then there was "When You Believe". I knew the song from the Dreamworks movie "The Prince of Egypt" and the scene it was taken from was moving enough please! When Moses led them all to the promised land against all odds. I cried in the movie and hearing it again just makes me cry even harder. It's not one of Whitney's greatest hits and I don't care if the critics don't like it. I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 281px" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="470" height="281" src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/m46nvic8VIA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="12435"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7434"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m46nvic8VIA&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m46nvic8VIA&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m46nvic8VIA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Finally, this. "One Moment in Time". They played it for the Olympics back then and the way she sang it was like breath-taking. Honestly, the whole set up, the crowd, her voice. It was perfect. Because nothing mattered at all, at that moment in time, its like everyone is all united, soaking up her awesomeness, and in a weird chessy moment loving the person next to you. That the power of her music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;So there. Whitney, we are saving all our love for you. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-3305532479246925296?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/3305532479246925296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2012/02/and-im-saving-all-my-love-for-yoooou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3305532479246925296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3305532479246925296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2012/02/and-im-saving-all-my-love-for-yoooou.html' title='and I&apos;m saving all my love for yoooou'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-2108584285947397958</id><published>2012-02-11T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T13:25:44.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer or milk?</title><content type='html'>Insomnia is a pain in the ass these days. I wake up&amp;nbsp;grumpy and&amp;nbsp;deprived of sleep and yet at night, my mind refuses to turn off. ITS CRAZY! I even wake up early to try and get my body to sleep early! Plus I don't take afternoon naps ZOMG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does the Mind do at night when it can't switch off? Think of weird stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingli's mind: Woohoo 11.30am and&amp;nbsp;I am bright awake!&lt;br /&gt;Yingli's body: Drop dead bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Yingli's mind: So imagine when you get your results blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;Yingli's body. SHUDDUP!&lt;br /&gt;Yingli's mind: Then you try to apply for uni blah blah blah...What you going to wear to watch Wicked? Blah blah blah... *Calculate tuition fees mentally*&lt;br /&gt;Yingli's body: I need to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after all this, I realize maybe drinking milk helps :D I mean after all isn't it the solution for insomnia? Warm milk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course my house didn't have warm milk so I ended up just drinking a carton of dubious cold milk from the fridge and eating Maggie Mee in the middle of the night! Talk about gaining weight extremely fast =.= and I was crouched on the sofa watching old seasons of How I Met Your Mother :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next night, THE SAME THING HAPPENED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I am SO convinced! MILK HAVE NO EFFECT WHATSOEVER &lt;strike&gt;it just gives you smelly farts&lt;/strike&gt; on the active mind. The next night was worse because now my Mind&amp;nbsp; think of even weirder stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingli's mind: So do you think you can even get to uni? &lt;br /&gt;Yingli's body: What the shit! &lt;br /&gt;Yingli's mind: When you going to Ahma's house again? Plus, its time to try out that new top you brought at flea. What can you match with that? Do you plan to learn how to use eyeliner?&lt;br /&gt;Yingli's subconscious mind/body: You dont even have the LINE to draw on?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Yingli's mind: Good point. Also, are you confident of passing your BTE tomorrow? What time is it again?&lt;br /&gt;Yingli's body: Fine. I'll just wake up and check. &lt;strike&gt;Maybe try out the top too&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure I did. That was like 1.15am in the night. I really couldn't bear to self torture myself again by listening to the Mind I woke up and this time I thought, "hey ALCOHOL might do the trick!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was dark. &lt;br /&gt;And hell did the wind blow, &lt;br /&gt;Yet there stood&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;clad in pyjamas&amp;nbsp;with beer ice-cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the lame poem. But yes after a few minutes of fiddling with the beer-opener I succeed and did some HongaBonga dance&lt;strike&gt;. Hey it was a satisfactory "Pop&amp;nbsp;" and fizz.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What the hell am I saying?!&lt;/strike&gt; You see a pattern developing? This time it was beer with CNY peanuts. And I don't even like NUTS?! I just wanted to have something to chew while watching disc two of the same season of How I Met Your Mother. -.- I cannot hate myself more than ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who sleeps early for work&amp;nbsp;how is it even a&amp;nbsp;holiday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I think on a whole, beer is slightly more helpful. Except it gives you smelly burps. &lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: Also, on a saner note, I'm going to take off that embarassing poem. I also passed my BTE friends! YAY! On a first try 91%! I took extra care though answering the questions really really slowly haha but I do find it difficult! Not as easy as how other people made out to be! BTT on the day I am back from Taiwan ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat: New tuition at 3pm @Dunearn&lt;br /&gt;Mon: Watching Wicked and buying Taiwan stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Tues: 3-430 tuition, 530-830 also tuition. GAH ITS VALENTINE WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;Wed: BBDC from 3.20pm till 6.55pm wish me luck for FTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-2108584285947397958?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/2108584285947397958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2012/02/beer-or-milk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2108584285947397958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2108584285947397958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2012/02/beer-or-milk.html' title='Beer or milk?'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-1253363971536768197</id><published>2012-02-08T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T23:25:19.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Every wondered why Wednesday is supposed to be called Wednesday? If yes leave me a comment. I'm curious. Wed-nes-day. Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyway today is super fun! I ate buffet (first time ever! to prepare, I starved myself the day before and after :D) with my CCA friends @ Heeren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IIs0v2s7RKw/TzKNjN9z5UI/AAAAAAAABDQ/6Ns8xeTy5xw/s1600/IMG_0930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IIs0v2s7RKw/TzKNjN9z5UI/AAAAAAAABDQ/6Ns8xeTy5xw/s400/IMG_0930.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Gosh super full after that! ﻿I rushed for tuition ( to those who don't know yes my only source of work is tuition. I teach English if interested leave me a note haha ) not missing the days where I was studying hard for all those pointless Common Tests. Seriously all schools are having crazy tests this week. The post-CNY mood is definitely there. I teach 3 kids I should know. They all have the same crazed-eyes each time I go down for tuition these days HA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Right then for also the FIRST time ever, I went to Jiayue house! GOSH my mum would love it there. They are SUPER neat! I love her room! Its like seriously showroom quality manz. My house is only nice now because of the renovation. Normally we &lt;strike&gt;actually only me&lt;/strike&gt; live like pigs. Planning for the Taiwan trip I AM SOOOOOO EXCITED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wait that doesn't even express my excitement I AM &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SO EXCITED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Trust Shimin to kill my buzz. She and her working life. (ok more on that&amp;nbsp;next time...&amp;nbsp;) But here is a list of why I am anticipating THE trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dressing up for cold weather. (yes laugh all you want superficial but true.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Taking photos and experiencing Taipei. ( at first it was just a destination to me but now after all the research I've done its like FWAH!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hearing Jiayue dirtiest secrets. (muahaha its a good opportunity man!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hoping Shimin screws up. ( ok I know it sounds mean but honestly, little miss perfect has never been not perfect. Thats not normal. &lt;strike&gt;I mean I did a couple of silly stuff aka smash egg on forehead,&amp;nbsp;lost arcade games&amp;nbsp;to my&amp;nbsp;sister,&amp;nbsp;stuck Amath book between MRT doors.what&lt;/strike&gt;Ever.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;SHOPPING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;EATING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Seeing my detailed plans move into action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Simply just enjoying a vacation with FRIENDS. ( another first ever!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Take photo with&amp;nbsp;Jay Chou. ( it will come true.) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Have something to take my mind off March 2 Sobs Chem is going to kill me I swear. I know it. I can feel it. Sigh what done is done. I have no where to go. Emo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;See! There are so much to anticipate about! I even got my outfits planned out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Leather Jacket x1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Trench coats x2 ( Magenta and White)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Staple Jeans x2 ( Blue and Grey )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Scarves x3 ( Red, White, Square)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Knitwear x3 ( Mango, H&amp;amp;M, tights)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tops x4 ( Uniqlo, Collar, randomS) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pyjamas set&amp;nbsp;x3&amp;nbsp;(Because only got 3) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lingerie&amp;nbsp;x ?! (How many should I&amp;nbsp;bring?) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Only problem now is, CAN I FIT THEM ALL IN! That's excluding &lt;strike&gt;imaginary&lt;/strike&gt; makeup, a pair of shoes and the tons of clothes I'm returning back with! Plus the weight of my luggage must add up to only&amp;nbsp;5kg! HOW?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When there is a will there is&amp;nbsp;a way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-1253363971536768197?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/1253363971536768197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2012/02/wednesday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1253363971536768197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1253363971536768197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2012/02/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IIs0v2s7RKw/TzKNjN9z5UI/AAAAAAAABDQ/6Ns8xeTy5xw/s72-c/IMG_0930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-2925002102674797728</id><published>2012-02-08T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T00:20:31.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my journey with fashion</title><content type='html'>For those of&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;who don't know Mary Kate and Ashley, well seriously get a life. I mean they are honestly my greatest fashion idols :D Not even Kate Moss beats them. This is really random but one of these days I'm going to perfect my makeup skills and somehow look like them. No kidding. Remember the far away post about me learning make up a year ago? Well, it finally happened. I'm going into makeup for real &lt;strike&gt;(ok fine, I have too much time on my hands so what?! So go learn driving! Shut up stop talking to yourself!) &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UNmP-Jjv910/TzFC6CRSj2I/AAAAAAAABDI/oZemMspIasw/s1600/mka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UNmP-Jjv910/TzFC6CRSj2I/AAAAAAAABDI/oZemMspIasw/s640/mka.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway aren't the two of them fantastic? Super into fashion these days ever since I got out of my&amp;nbsp;simple-clear-cut phase last month (I was forever decked in crisp white shirt,&amp;nbsp;Uniqlo&amp;nbsp;cuts and unisex-save-the-earth shit)&amp;nbsp;:D its like my Secondary 2 days again! OMG I was so into Fashion when I was in&amp;nbsp;Sec2 (14yrs old me)&amp;nbsp;I could literally list out the labels, designers, collection etc...&lt;strike&gt;No doubt my results plunged&lt;/strike&gt; Wait actually just Maths LOL after my intensive loss of interest in them BUT hey I saved myself during the finals hehehee. I mean I was so mesmerised about "finding your own style", "living a fashionista life"&amp;nbsp;stuff&amp;nbsp;that knowing the latest Marc Jacobs ad/ imitating Aggy was like basic Science knowledge and survior skills to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I phased out after that and went to a more Cinematic vibe. I was all about Films after fashion. Hitchcock, Brunel, Wong Kar Wai, Francis Ford Coppola, you name it. I watched it. HAHA seriously, I even borrowed tons of books about films plus can quote most of the iconic film lines ever.&amp;nbsp;Rosebud.&amp;nbsp;This was also partly because my "fashionista" life left me penniless ( I spent all my money on the Obvious plus fashion magazines are expensive even more now that&amp;nbsp;Borders is closed) and what's the closer alternative to the glitz and glamour? Film.&amp;nbsp;The Trenchcoat, cigars, RayBans, black and white style. Oh, I also found my love for Jazz Music somewhere around that time too. What&amp;nbsp;A Wonderful World anyone? But not digressing&amp;nbsp;to my Music Journey ( Lol Pop to Jpop to&amp;nbsp;Chinese to Oldies to really&amp;nbsp;Chinese-Oldies to Classical to Jazz to&amp;nbsp;Kpop to&amp;nbsp;K-Indie...omfg the list can go on) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;finally! Ever since then, I&amp;nbsp;moved on to the more Literature spirit aka don't care what you wear as long as you have the 'ttude ( yes spelled like that) becaue film and literature were so closely linked, I devoured the Classics (Austen, Dickens..), Indie&amp;nbsp;?&amp;nbsp;(Chbosky, Egan..), Awardwinning&amp;nbsp;( Barnes, Coetzee..), Jap/Indian lit (Murakami, long indian author names that I cannot spell and cannot recall) so on. The love for books was always there already&amp;nbsp;but the year when I got my&amp;nbsp;first bookstore&amp;nbsp;card, FWAH it was like VROM! all the books just came pouring in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO now we come to a full cycle! I like dressing up again ( probably have to do with the Taiwan Trip I keep FANTASIZNG seriously, &lt;strike&gt;I dont fantasize about guys&lt;/strike&gt; I fantasize about outfits+makeup that I'll bring there. &lt;strike&gt;I'm going to die alone&lt;/strike&gt;. ) But this time its slightly different from the 14year old me. Of course with age comes wisdom MUAHAHAA&lt;strike&gt; I think(?) &lt;/strike&gt;I know for sure what DON'T suits me, what I like, what makes me looks old etc... Having a flea market gives me a clearer view of my style ( I sold some stuff with no regrets AT ALL its like WTH are they doing in here anyway?) so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SHOP ON ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And hopefully still have some money to buy clothes in Taiwan) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-2925002102674797728?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/2925002102674797728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-journey-with-fashion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2925002102674797728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2925002102674797728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-journey-with-fashion.html' title='my journey with fashion'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UNmP-Jjv910/TzFC6CRSj2I/AAAAAAAABDI/oZemMspIasw/s72-c/mka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-2830433242390715002</id><published>2012-02-06T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:12:45.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr_GYShlDJI/Ty9ri5AEbVI/AAAAAAAABC4/ZFkLuNtSpxc/s1600/m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr_GYShlDJI/Ty9ri5AEbVI/AAAAAAAABC4/ZFkLuNtSpxc/s640/m.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Richmond Park&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know the wait is over! I am out from the "rock". Seriously. Coming back with double the photos and ramblings so don't forget me friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have weathered so much hence, plenty of stuff to blog about. Plus, with Taiwan trip coming up, Valentine's Day and my awesome life ( who's not working?!) you just cant live without the madhatter :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JhOhhHUBM9c/Ty9vLen09OI/AAAAAAAABDA/dLl9WhbegiY/s1600/final01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JhOhhHUBM9c/Ty9vLen09OI/AAAAAAAABDA/dLl9WhbegiY/s400/final01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creative Director: Paola Erazún&lt;br /&gt;Photographer: Raul Cordoba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-2830433242390715002?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/2830433242390715002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2012/02/sup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2830433242390715002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2830433242390715002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2012/02/sup.html' title='Sup?'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr_GYShlDJI/Ty9ri5AEbVI/AAAAAAAABC4/ZFkLuNtSpxc/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-4931387511048061634</id><published>2011-12-03T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T15:44:05.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My house is in a mess. Literally. To think that I was looking forward to enjoy the bliss of rotting at home after 'A's. I don't have a house for 2months worth of renovations so forget about wifi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to stone age haha. Blogging isn't as much as a priority than finding a clean place to bath and shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm hardly complaining, true that it is inconvenient but since when am I the sort who needs Internet to survive? Bah! At this rate I'm totally gonna be a semi-Luddite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting up in my grandma's house now but I'm really feeling bad. I mean I know she (like me) hates visitors. Because we are both so polite (haha I know right, admit it I'm a good host) we always get into this frenzy where we try to make the guest as comfortable as possible in our expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. On a happier yet nervous note 21km here I come!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-4931387511048061634?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/4931387511048061634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-life-is-in-mess.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4931387511048061634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4931387511048061634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-life-is-in-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-1574486973829062641</id><published>2011-11-26T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:04:57.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>methinksimahottie</title><content type='html'>I swear today is one of those days that&amp;nbsp;I really think I'm friggin hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.2 degree Celsius hot. Fever hurry go away!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-1574486973829062641?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/1574486973829062641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/methinkshotite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1574486973829062641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1574486973829062641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/methinkshotite.html' title='methinksimahottie'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-5527094937088700062</id><published>2011-11-22T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T13:39:06.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roadtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="254" src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/zh0Lzr97lM4/0.jpg" style="height: 254px; width: 463px;" width="463"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="12250"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="6720"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zh0Lzr97lM4&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zh0Lzr97lM4&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zh0Lzr97lM4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm feeling all this now. This video encompass everything I feel. Except the girl... she's so wrong for the MV haha they should have chosen some more hippie looking person rather than some Levis looking NYDC model. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-5527094937088700062?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/5527094937088700062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/roadtrip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5527094937088700062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5527094937088700062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/roadtrip.html' title='roadtrip'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-7615735643164573572</id><published>2011-11-20T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:16:24.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roller coaster emotional people</title><content type='html'>Right these days, I wonder if my eyes can get any smaller. From all the crying I think there is no hope of me having any double eyelids. Stick-on or not. Ok shall start with some stupid funny things first before I get upset again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I was mugging with Chairman as usually when she (as always) pull out some random stuff AGAIN. If you think 987Fm was the limit, you are so wrong. She brought some stick-on double eyelid thingy and tried it on in the middle of a cafe. Yes. I repeat: She brought some stick-on double eyelid thingy and tried it on in the middle of a cafe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my mirror... crazy vain or both?! HAHA and then she tried to force me too. Actually to give her some credit, that thing really worked for her eyes but had ZERO impact on mine (I'm not surprise) I was mentally cringing all the time hoping no one will look at our direction please.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine? &lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Two &lt;/s&gt;One idiot sticking fake eyelid stickers using the Starbucks coffee cup as a prop in the middle of studying Econs? SIGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT sadly that idiot happens to save my life not too long ago so no complaints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happen. Anyone heard of the Dead Sea Salt Company? If you haven't well, that's odd because apparently according to Esther,&amp;nbsp;they've been on news a couple of times for their crazy marketing strategies. I guess I was the real idiot that didn't know about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See : &lt;a href="http://www.asiaone.com/Business/SME%2BCentral/Prime%2BMovers/Story/A1Story20081211-107039.html"&gt;Asiaone&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://miyagi.sg/2010/01/the-salty-salesmen-of-the-dead-sea/"&gt;Mr Miyagi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I was lured into their shop, well-scrubbed and hypnotized and half and hour later, spent a whooping $120.11 for shower gel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I knew something didn't feel right already when they started washing my hand ( elbow up ) I mean who does this sort of thing?! While testing soap, since when does the salesperson wash your entire arm?!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't feel more uncomfortable and awkward. Yet obviously I couldn't leave since well my&amp;nbsp;arm is full of soap?!&amp;nbsp;Why step in the first place my dear readers you might ask?&amp;nbsp;I SWEAR I DIDN'T!&amp;nbsp;They&amp;nbsp;pulled me in.&amp;nbsp;No wonder&amp;nbsp;so many people&amp;nbsp;walked away from their arms reach. I saw and felt bad for them so I thought you know, what's the harm just listening to what they say about their products?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am so wrong.&amp;nbsp;Any sign of hesitance is all they need. They seize you&amp;nbsp;in a flash,&amp;nbsp;arm and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole experience was just so surreal. I mean they don't even look or behave like bad guys. Really. The sales lady was super nice (although Esther kept saying that's their tactic) but I honestly did feel bad for them (why else would I spent that much)? The shop (yes its a proper shop not a pushcart ) was located at Wisma Orchard and look all decent and floral not some shady dubious kohyo aka Chinese medicine and Co. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only&amp;nbsp;after I told Esther what just happened to me in an I-am-imperiused sort of voice then did she slap me awake..&lt;s&gt; Honestly I bet if she slapped me I wouldn't have felt it too&amp;nbsp;because you know they sort of Botox my face while they were&amp;nbsp;scrubbing my arm as well.&lt;/s&gt; Applying some face products on me&amp;nbsp;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we (more like her actually) save the day. She started calling all the shots and low and behold pulled me&amp;nbsp;back&amp;nbsp;to get a refund. Wait actually that was more like by luck I mean I was all for c'mon lets just say its a good lesson learnt, I paid my price, we&amp;nbsp;move on. But interestingly, I got the wrong book for my neighbour so I had to go back to Kino and get it exchanged so we (more like me actually)&amp;nbsp;decided to pluck our courage and confront them since we were nearby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was a blur. I was so afraid and felt extremely doomed but Esther was so sure she could overcome their excuses so I was meekly complied and tagged along. OMG she totally did a Tyra Banks on them.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was fierce *cues background clapping * and more importantly she made sense I could tell the saleslady also had nothing to reply. Apparently the&amp;nbsp;suspicious&amp;nbsp;scent&amp;nbsp;billowing in the shop&amp;nbsp;had no effect on her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is the price stated on the shelf different to the one she paid?"&lt;br /&gt;" Since when do you not display the actual price for a product?"&lt;br /&gt;" If there&amp;nbsp;is a promotion why is it not stated for everyone to see?"&lt;br /&gt;" Since when&amp;nbsp;is a refund not allowed within 24 hours&amp;nbsp;of purchase?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the last&amp;nbsp;line was what I said. I mean&amp;nbsp;the manager told me&amp;nbsp;even if a refund was made, we had to wait a few days because no shop in Singapore&amp;nbsp;can actually&amp;nbsp;do that.&amp;nbsp;HUH since when?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 mins of dilly dallying and forced smiling&amp;nbsp;WE SUCCEED!&amp;nbsp;Haha and I am once again richer by a mere $120.11. I mean of course it was all Esther's credit and the money is surely not the issue ( I am going to pay $300 soon for some Harry Potter DVD collection so you know ) but the entire transaction was just creepy. Real badass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it was like even when I got my money back, I was so guilty. Chairman being all ROAR obviously didn't feel anything she was so convinced they are cursing us when we walked out of the shop rich once more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haahahaha and we were so sure they aren't going to let us off so easily we kept checking if they sent some Israeli assassins to kill us after that. And I wonder if Chairman's bravado is real also considering that she had to pee urgently after all the diplomatic talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like she could tazer&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;entire shop&amp;nbsp;with her eyes. Very Cyclops-ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to know you have such friends that can kick ass for you when you need them. I mean I usually visualize myself with the superpowers but clearly one is not always the hero. True hero comes in the weirdest fashion. Skinny and with fake double eyelid stickers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Esther with great powers comes great responsibility and that is to stop reminding me of this painful encounter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these emotions that day I thought one had had enough of&amp;nbsp;the emotional roller coaster&amp;nbsp;and it was time to find solace. UNTIL the next day my mum&amp;nbsp;gave me&amp;nbsp;an ultimatum and I found out she threw all my old children books without telling me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly the whole time I was thinking what the heck was she thinking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone do that? Enid Blyton's titles are all bright and cherry to begin, who in the right mind will think of discarding them into a smelly bin?! I half cried and half ran to the main rubbish chute with hopes that I can salvage them but nope. It was too late. I came home late at night after studying so the rubbish was cleared already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have time to feel anger. Just acute sadness. My dad tried to make me feel better by telling me there was no real ECONOMIC LOSS can you believe he said that!?!?! WHAT?!! It sound so silly but I honestly thought for one mad moment, a person can truly feel both anguish and humor at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me it was just of sentimental value and that I was being childish and dramatic which I totally agree but that doesn't mean I STOP FEELING SAD &lt;br /&gt;:( making sense is the last thing I really want to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were my years of childhood. When I had nobody to play with, (I only have my sister 7 years later mind you and even then I wouldn't consider as playing with her more like fighting and constant sibling rivalry) when my parents left me to work and I was in my grandma's house they were like my best friends. I&amp;nbsp;found them in box with ribbons you know?!&amp;nbsp;They were a gift from my mum's boss who didn't know what to do with it since he had no kids. I still remembered opening the bloody box! All good things comes in a box with ribbons.&amp;nbsp;God I'm crying and blabbing&amp;nbsp;again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I really don't know what to say. I'm not the weepy sort so shall just end this for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someday I might just might get over it ( I mean I'm not even angry with my mum any more) but for now its really like a part of me died or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-7615735643164573572?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/7615735643164573572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/roller-coaster-emotional-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7615735643164573572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7615735643164573572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/roller-coaster-emotional-people.html' title='roller coaster emotional people'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-2033882822436253669</id><published>2011-11-17T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:10:18.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>impasse</title><content type='html'>Since we are going to die anyway so lets hasten to the chase.&lt;br /&gt;I am so doomed after the 2 killer papers, I've never been more depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think I've reached an impasse with studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally chilling now with blogging and listening to Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is gonna be the day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By now you should've somehow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realized what you gotta do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CyldyuO0XBA/TsSEG_wXm9I/AAAAAAAABCI/KijBrjnPE-E/s1600/ninewestboots1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CyldyuO0XBA/TsSEG_wXm9I/AAAAAAAABCI/KijBrjnPE-E/s400/ninewestboots1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credited: LateAfternoon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ ﻿ &amp;nbsp;I'm a rather gloomy for an 18teen years old. Considering that within a span of 24 hours, 5 people have&amp;nbsp;told me that. I talk like I will drop dead any moment. BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M SUICIDAL hahaahaha I just can't bring myself to talk in some falsely cherry voice when I'm not. So yeah I'm not one who kills myself. Really I still have tons of things I want to accomplish in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway anyone heard of Midnight in Paris? Yes? Well, I thought so. I wanted to talk about this the moment it was release in Singapore since I watched it about a month ago but oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheer power of "Woody Allen production" is enough to drive me running now the theatre. Like birds to honey. Wait its bees. For people familiar with me, I repeat. THIS IS NOT AN ARTSY SHOW. In a true Woody Allen fashion ~ romance and life in the Parisian way. I loooooovvve his scriptwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="260" src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/atLg2wQQxvU/0.jpg" style="height: 260px; width: 496px;" width="496"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="13123"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="6879"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/atLg2wQQxvU&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/atLg2wQQxvU&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/atLg2wQQxvU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so you can see my attraction right? The lost decade of writers, artists and musicians. HAHA I love the scene with Salvador Dali ( darling partner should be familiar with him :D ) and Luis Brunel. Loaded with inside jokes I swear if you don't know them its a tad confusing but still adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla Bruni ( who I think look damn drop dead gorgeous for a First Lady of France ) makes a cameo that was utterly brilliant. I still listen to her songs by the way, it has this myserious quality to it. While the guy who played Ernest Hemmingway was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="288" src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/6cMOWzZflgE/0.jpg" style="height: 288px; width: 504px;" width="504"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="13335"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7620"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6cMOWzZflgE&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6cMOWzZflgE&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6cMOWzZflgE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. So him right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I'm gushing now. But sigh the Romantic idea of going back in time and all. I see alot of myself in the Owen Wilson character. This is one of the best movie I've watched for 2 years. That's a darn compliment considering that I'm always so picky. So watch it! I'm cutting short the review because I got another story to recommend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hell-Oh to HUNGER GAMES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="294" src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/p-5ANq4sAL0/0.jpg" style="height: 294px; width: 519px;" width="519"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="13731"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7778"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-5ANq4sAL0&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-5ANq4sAL0&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-5ANq4sAL0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*JUMPS LIKE CRAZY FOR JOY* I mean I'm not biggest fan of Suzanne Collins but the Hunger Games series was something I felt strongly about during my J1 year. I knew I didnt have the time and energy to continue another series after pinning for Twilight series ( it was around that time ) and I didn't wanted to be disappointed yet again. So it was all a miracle when Zoey kept pressing me to read it and obviously I did. I think I even did a review here right? ARGH I kept scrolling to find it apparently I didn't archive it properly I think because I am sure I did. Can someone tell me where is the post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you can totally see Zoey in it. It was a like a cross-over of George Orwell's 1984 meets Battle Royale. Highly recommended to people like Shimin haha I think you will enjoy it :) it was the second series I thought worthy after Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, not fantastic. Alright planning to go find The Importance of Being Earnest in Kino so all the best for the rest of the papers :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-2033882822436253669?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/2033882822436253669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/impasse.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2033882822436253669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2033882822436253669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/impasse.html' title='impasse'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CyldyuO0XBA/TsSEG_wXm9I/AAAAAAAABCI/KijBrjnPE-E/s72-c/ninewestboots1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-1124473325736533193</id><published>2011-11-13T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:30:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live on the radio</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHO FRIGGIN CALLED 98.7FM while studying!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAIRMAN LEEEEEEE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO SHE HANDED THE PHONE TO AFTER BEING TERRIBLY EXCITED?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so sure it was prank, I answered it in a mocking tone. Hahaha and the DJ was probably thinking why am I so cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry DJ I forgot to thank you, just in case you are reading this, we both agreed you have an awesome voice :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I babbled on about the weather (how interesting) and literature which was what I was studying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: Hello! Thanks for calling 98.7Fm who is this speaking?&lt;br /&gt;Me ( thinking it was a joke ) : Esther :D&lt;br /&gt;DJ: So Esther, how's your day?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Horrible the weather is pouring and I'm mugging.&lt;br /&gt;DJ: O'levels?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope A Levels, Literature paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------BY this time Chairman Lee was like O.O, carrying a WTF face and I obviously found out its no joke... -----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: So are you prepared?&lt;br /&gt;Me ( trying to make up for my lack of enthusiasm previously) : YESSS SUPER DUPER PREPARED (what the shit am I saying?! I thought to myself and I still think that way as I type this now. Anyway I tried to sound sane) erm I mean its Literature right? How prepared can you be? Awkward laughter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: So will you like to dedicate a song?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep. Hold on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Muffled screaming and I tried to strangle Chairman and we were both engaged in some sort of silent wrestling to figure out what song we want. She wanted Lady Gaga, me -Radiohead. ----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry can I have "The One that Got Away " from Katy Perry?&lt;br /&gt;DJ : And what school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Catholic Junior College to all those people studying out there and to Chairman Lee.&lt;br /&gt;DJ: Alright then thank you and stay tune to 987FM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were trying to do it inconspicuously too in Starbucks since it was pretty silent and everyone was like staring at us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!! ESTHER! I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS! 30 mins later, I hear my own voice in the car. HAHAAH :D it is some experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-1124473325736533193?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/1124473325736533193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/live-on-radio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1124473325736533193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1124473325736533193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/live-on-radio.html' title='live on the radio'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-375336595397503027</id><published>2011-11-12T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T14:59:30.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one that got away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 493px; HEIGHT: 269px" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="493" height="269" src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/Ahha3Cqe_fk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="13043"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7117"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahha3Cqe_fk&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahha3Cqe_fk&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;source=uds"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="400" height="320" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahha3Cqe_fk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;Lost love and regret. I fell in love with it the first time I heard it on Chairman Lee 's playlist but the MV was truly the icing on top. Watch it, its very moving ( and this is coming from non-Katy Perry fan ) but I might just convert now. I mean Teenage Dream was fantastic but the rest ( California Girls, ET...) was just not my type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-375336595397503027?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/375336595397503027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-that-got-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/375336595397503027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/375336595397503027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-that-got-away.html' title='the one that got away'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-3912685203433384857</id><published>2011-11-11T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T13:41:06.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uwdo25UAL5M/Tryzb16MIhI/AAAAAAAABCA/cqHGtUSju_M/s1600/MQ.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uwdo25UAL5M/Tryzb16MIhI/AAAAAAAABCA/cqHGtUSju_M/s640/MQ.bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Remind me again why we love Alexander McQueen? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On an unrelated subject, I'm trying out the new dynamic version of Blogger. Can't say I love it or hate it yet but oh well, its new. I suggest you view it on "Snapshot" view which is my favourite by far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-3912685203433384857?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/3912685203433384857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3912685203433384857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3912685203433384857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/hmm.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uwdo25UAL5M/Tryzb16MIhI/AAAAAAAABCA/cqHGtUSju_M/s72-c/MQ.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-7812242269400215968</id><published>2011-11-09T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:20:57.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hollow and self loathing</title><content type='html'>I think the hardest part of living is to do the actual living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crushed and defeated&lt;br /&gt;this is not a post to wallow in self pity&lt;br /&gt;but rather do some soul searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How easy is it to live and to die! For death can only feel much more alive when I live. Should it already happen, I ought to feel nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no I'm not suicidal just not well and kicking)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-7812242269400215968?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/7812242269400215968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/hollow-and-self-loathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7812242269400215968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7812242269400215968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/11/hollow-and-self-loathing.html' title='hollow and self loathing'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-1568668610703927445</id><published>2011-11-02T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:19:52.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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For another book review hahaha don't you marvel at my excellent time management? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right I actually leeched it off the shelves without having to buy it but oh well, if it's good it wouldn't escape my whiteshelf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now zoom to the book( supposedly living the hype of a cross of Harry Potter and Twilight novel) Erin Morgenstern is a good storyteller. Really. Too bad there isn't much of a story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night Circus is a wonderfully well written book with beautiful imagery in it and excellent amount of research done on the Arts of Magic. Sadly the tale fails to capture my attention because just as a magician's performance is entertaining, the trick behind it is so fairly simple. Behind the layers of illusions, the plot is far from satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fate of star-crossed lovers is so familiar...gah I'm sorry Erin but after devouring Strange Tales from Liaozhai your plot just pales in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it's still much better than Twilight!! Haha at least the author put some effort to deliver. In love with the Victorian-ish era setting plus the cross narrations wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But otherwise, its nooot that fantastic but not horrid either I guess. For people who appreciate vocabulary and decent description, it's the book for you! I was almost seduced by the carefully constructed prose but after awhile it got tiring to read when the story is not developing as much as I hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s the cover art is very pretty too :)&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kNILZqkpt2w/Tp05V4HgETI/AAAAAAAABBA/jPUEqAGQ_2k/s640/blogger-image--1709808687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kNILZqkpt2w/Tp05V4HgETI/AAAAAAAABBA/jPUEqAGQ_2k/s640/blogger-image--1709808687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-7255501575238619620?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/7255501575238619620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/10/book-review-again-night-circus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7255501575238619620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7255501575238619620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/10/book-review-again-night-circus.html' title='Book review again: The Night Circus'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kNILZqkpt2w/Tp05V4HgETI/AAAAAAAABBA/jPUEqAGQ_2k/s72-c/blogger-image--1709808687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-1732191297186736654</id><published>2011-10-15T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T10:42:59.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hCyUBYAcJSs/TpjzMoOIGfI/AAAAAAAABA4/-28IPpcJ4fs/s640/blogger-image--1787248591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hCyUBYAcJSs/TpjzMoOIGfI/AAAAAAAABA4/-28IPpcJ4fs/s640/blogger-image--1787248591.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-1732191297186736654?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/1732191297186736654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1732191297186736654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1732191297186736654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hCyUBYAcJSs/TpjzMoOIGfI/AAAAAAAABA4/-28IPpcJ4fs/s72-c/blogger-image--1787248591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-633057273574148242</id><published>2011-10-15T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T10:06:45.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>Yes. Just as the title suggests I am sick after a very long time. I remembered during Secondary 3 I was always ill and mid of Sec 4. Until I picked up the constant running that made me fit as hell in JC1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, the slob in me is manifesting itself and after a splitting headache yesterday I cannot pronounce my name Ying Li for nuts. I strongly suspect it was due to washing my hair late at night for 3 consecutive days combined with walking in the heavy rain that resulted in my inability to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes out as Yeeee EKkkk *cough*. Slapped 2 pieces of Tiger Balm on my back and hoping to chug down as much water as possible while praying for a speedy recovery :D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think Im going anywhere airconditioned to study for awhile so only open air places suit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S our teachers got us a parting gift and its a Ikea plant so cute! I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-633057273574148242?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/633057273574148242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/10/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/633057273574148242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/633057273574148242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/10/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-3848398216223725089</id><published>2011-10-12T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:58:47.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamenting the loss of Borders</title><content type='html'>When news of Orchard Borders being officially closed broke out, I took it real bad. Today it hit me even harder. To begin my lamenting you must first understand the full story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when people are stressed they do all sorts of things. When I'm stressed I either head to Botanics for a reflective jog or Borders for enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to get the right vibe elsewhere :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the last time I tried to replace my previous haunt for PageOne @ Vivocity, irritation and partial dizziness hardly covers the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PageOne arrangement of books and combination of distasteful Latin/ Bossa Nova music clashed badly with the space and ambience. Not only was the concept a poor ripoff of Kinokuniya homely style, the assortment of books was disagreeable. I felt trapped in the cross road of an edgy wanna be place with distracting music that irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt horribly dizzy while searching for "The Man Who Died Laughing" and was repressing a strong desire to pass out. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, left with the cool mist of after rain and bliss of the showers I decided to take a short break (alright I knew i would fall asleep no matter where I studied) so I followed my instincts and headed to Kinokuniya instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I'm completely in love but thank goodness the music was better. The shelves and categories still take time to get use to but the staff seems ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don't sell music! Why?! Books and music come hand in hand! Don't tell me to go to the awful CD store Gramophone downstairs the type of music sold there is painfully limited to be considered as  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, " The Night Circus", the book I was checking out on, wasn't that much of a letdown so I guessed it was bearable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing the convenience and brightly lit feel of Borders but it is inevitable change the only consistency in life :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s : go check out the 2 books I mentioned! worth a read! Will come up with reviews soon!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-3848398216223725089?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/3848398216223725089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/10/lamenting-loss-of-borders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3848398216223725089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3848398216223725089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/10/lamenting-loss-of-borders.html' title='Lamenting the loss of Borders'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-4130365053230108771</id><published>2011-10-10T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:29:38.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>I hate myself for breaking the watch..sobs :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I fix it?!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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(including me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;iMourn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-1281023505738822174?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/1281023505738822174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/10/isad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1281023505738822174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1281023505738822174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/10/isad.html' title='iSad'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-6732141343683584011</id><published>2011-10-03T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:15:35.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a miracle</title><content type='html'>Believe you can and you're halfway there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Theodore Roosevelt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sad :( not only because my chem sucks but other thinks it's sucky too :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I tell myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW THEM! @#^]+!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-6732141343683584011?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/6732141343683584011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-need-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6732141343683584011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6732141343683584011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-need-miracle.html' title='I need a miracle'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-106720276650394618</id><published>2011-09-28T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:01:17.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall I make some tea?</title><content type='html'>A few of my classmates are having a mental breakdown these days. I wonder if it's the same for you people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its odd that I'm feeling strangely happy. As in while its true that my prelims results aren't fantastic. But there is no point crying over split milk is there? Or perhaps I'm too much of a coward to cry in school. I never did that before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait out of happiness I did! When Chairman LMH and I were making fun of my friend over a hilarious joke. My tummy hurt the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal feelings should be reserve for the bed and bathroom that's one of my way of life. A pretty shimin like quality here eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway gosh I feel so hopeless considering that I'm bad in comforting people. Or at least I feel that way. It's like intruding in something private. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I say, "oh dont cry" but the person is already tearing?! Or should I say " why are you crying?" but it's pretty obvious. Or "prelims arent the best way to assess your performance" now that's just lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people thinks I'm best in cheering others?! Since when?! I just speak normally....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway BUS is my grades for my h2 subjects and I haven't got back my h1 is it too much to hope for at least some A's? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh econs is killing me slowly...and I like the subject too! Gah in fact, I love all the subjects I choose lah! Perhaps just math but even then my teacher is quite nice. So why am I feeling this sense o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the picture has nothing to do with the post but its a cool picture from 2012 runway :D&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lzfj1rzWffU/ToL8lC_yfuI/AAAAAAAABAk/4iSeXcS669M/s640/blogger-image--1100003908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lzfj1rzWffU/ToL8lC_yfuI/AAAAAAAABAk/4iSeXcS669M/s640/blogger-image--1100003908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-106720276650394618?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/106720276650394618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/few-of-my-classmates-are-having-mental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/106720276650394618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/106720276650394618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/few-of-my-classmates-are-having-mental.html' title='Shall I make some tea?'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lzfj1rzWffU/ToL8lC_yfuI/AAAAAAAABAk/4iSeXcS669M/s72-c/blogger-image--1100003908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-4029484115600371829</id><published>2011-09-27T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T11:49:06.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-A5GA7J0zYFA/ToFHsDJYb5I/AAAAAAAABAg/6PYnbSC7h8c/s640/blogger-image-1881962507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-A5GA7J0zYFA/ToFHsDJYb5I/AAAAAAAABAg/6PYnbSC7h8c/s640/blogger-image-1881962507.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-4029484115600371829?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/4029484115600371829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4029484115600371829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4029484115600371829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-A5GA7J0zYFA/ToFHsDJYb5I/AAAAAAAABAg/6PYnbSC7h8c/s72-c/blogger-image-1881962507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-8993807434884365430</id><published>2011-09-26T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:51:34.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel without a cause</title><content type='html'>Some movies are just plain kick ass. This is one of them. James Dean's acting in Rebel Without A Cause. It's such a pity he died before the release. Someone our age should definitely catch it. I'm not saying we are as depressing/rebellious as the teenagers portrayed by them but the lines were fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alright I admit part of my love of the film comes from the good looks of the main actor hahha James Dean as Jim Stark.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Stark: Nobody talks to children.&lt;br /&gt;Judy: No, they just tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my personal favorite :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plato: Do you think the end of the world will come at nighttime?&lt;br /&gt;Jim Stark: Uh-uh, at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha it was on filmart last night :)&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pyE2xj2oO8s/ToBKaPXrIUI/AAAAAAAABAc/L_JT4vTb1M0/s640/blogger-image--1056325677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pyE2xj2oO8s/ToBKaPXrIUI/AAAAAAAABAc/L_JT4vTb1M0/s640/blogger-image--1056325677.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-8993807434884365430?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/8993807434884365430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/rebel-without-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8993807434884365430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8993807434884365430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/rebel-without-cause.html' title='Rebel without a cause'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pyE2xj2oO8s/ToBKaPXrIUI/AAAAAAAABAc/L_JT4vTb1M0/s72-c/blogger-image--1056325677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-4736723120430632238</id><published>2011-09-22T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:17:49.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It&amp;apos;s raining raining ooooh baby it&amp;apos;s raining</title><content type='html'>Was texting Chairman a few moments ago when I decide to do a blog post. It's London fashion week now!! In dunno-how-many-km away from Singapore, somewhere somehow throngs of hip people are all dressed up with pretty clothes watching heaps of skinny models parade on runways deciding what is going be the next IN thing for 2012!! Omg isn't it so freakin awesome?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A handful of people that decide the latest trend where the rest of the world follow and dress accordingly. And even if you don't want to part of it you can't help it! Think about it : almost all the clothing stores worldwide takes inspiration from the September lineup. Unless of course you wear ethic clothes all year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder why some people thinks its superficial and shallow...The power and impact is immense and cannot be ignored! I hope flora prints and matte colours are back in season... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right I need to get started on my GP essay already. "fashion is what you adopt when you do not know who you are", you are kidding right? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-4736723120430632238?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/4736723120430632238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-raining-raining-ooooh-baby-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4736723120430632238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4736723120430632238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-raining-raining-ooooh-baby-it.html' title='It&amp;amp;apos;s raining raining ooooh baby it&amp;amp;apos;s raining'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-1523884480476773734</id><published>2011-09-22T11:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T11:16:56.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know how that feels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-98rBx8WgvFQ/Tnqop48zFCI/AAAAAAAABAU/LUQCH6p6-6U/s640/blogger-image--2004533465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-98rBx8WgvFQ/Tnqop48zFCI/AAAAAAAABAU/LUQCH6p6-6U/s640/blogger-image--2004533465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-1523884480476773734?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/1523884480476773734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-know-how-that-feels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1523884480476773734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1523884480476773734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-know-how-that-feels.html' title='I know how that feels'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-98rBx8WgvFQ/Tnqop48zFCI/AAAAAAAABAU/LUQCH6p6-6U/s72-c/blogger-image--2004533465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-2240537500065364340</id><published>2011-09-19T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:37:48.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the untouchables of the school</title><content type='html'>You know how most schools are in post prelims full swing revision mode now? 老朋友 was just telling me how her school sorted her into different &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LTs&lt;/span&gt; based on results and she was being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; about it. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sympathetically&lt;/span&gt; told her that I'll probably wont be too happy either considering the sinking sensation I felt after a couple of papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this leads me to wonder if there is a point of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comparison&lt;/span&gt; between schools that engage in such segregation and society that rank the various classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean look at the caste system in India. You have &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brahmins&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kshatriyas&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vaishyas&lt;/span&gt; etc... and of course my favourite, the Untouchables ( the lowest of the lowest rank with a very cool name). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who bring honour to the school, those who basically is part of the school and those who are treated like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vermin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upper class, middle class and lower class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to note that such crude practices are still evident in the very core structure of our education system. Schools, where knowledge is passed on to the future generations and learning is based on how much is your capacity to take in knowledge rather than how much you want to learn. Ps this capacity to take in knowledge is then again based on the sets of examinations taken by ever student to measure the amount of "smartness" in each and everyone of us. And these examinations are pieces of papers set by our very own teachers who undergo the very same practice back in their days... Haha the vicious cycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining I mean it's the most democratic and meritocratic way to do it. Unless you got better ideas, just accept the sad truth of reality... Lol which is why I wont pro-create!!! If ever the end of the world is coming I choose reforming some sort of political system/finding a cure/preserving the knowledge of mankind over pro-creating!!! Haha too much tbbt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether the caste system in school is for the better or worse I do not know but what I do know is that such divide is here to stay. After all, we can't possibly have everyone that is smart or everyone that is born to be Kings...surely someone has to clean the shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-2240537500065364340?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/2240537500065364340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/untouchables-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2240537500065364340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2240537500065364340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/untouchables-of-school.html' title='the untouchables of the school'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-5150275793117917462</id><published>2011-09-18T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T17:10:04.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First pic credits to parkandcube'/><title type='text'>Time is ticking!</title><content type='html'>I was in a reflective mood on my way to SMU today. I seriously considered what I want to be and decided on "aspiring author". I will write a brilliant book and have New York Times bestseller attached to my name for the rest of my life :) sounds like a good dream doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What story? You might ask, well probably about my life. Hahaha wonder if there is a market out there for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Swan Lake ballet performance at Okto last night and I dreamt that i was in some fantasy like lake where I witnessed the magician change Odette into the Swan but in some twisted way, he was the one in love with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really gory though the change when she transformed urgh!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dEGtZVNeqxQ/TnWz3O2ScFI/AAAAAAAABAI/WwTbec81w0w/s640/blogger-image-1639881906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dEGtZVNeqxQ/TnWz3O2ScFI/AAAAAAAABAI/WwTbec81w0w/s640/blogger-image-1639881906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-02ZSnx5otn4/TnW0CuJP2ZI/AAAAAAAABAM/NYsnh-aML84/s640/blogger-image--48701235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-02ZSnx5otn4/TnW0CuJP2ZI/AAAAAAAABAM/NYsnh-aML84/s640/blogger-image--48701235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MuEeD6pTWKM/TnW0K8uxOmI/AAAAAAAABAQ/6u4lzeEwnBY/s640/blogger-image--30873605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MuEeD6pTWKM/TnW0K8uxOmI/AAAAAAAABAQ/6u4lzeEwnBY/s640/blogger-image--30873605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-5150275793117917462?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/5150275793117917462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-is-ticking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5150275793117917462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5150275793117917462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-is-ticking.html' title='Time is ticking!'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dEGtZVNeqxQ/TnWz3O2ScFI/AAAAAAAABAI/WwTbec81w0w/s72-c/blogger-image-1639881906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-5689864068342899494</id><published>2011-09-17T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:30:07.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday darling partner!!</title><content type='html'>Note: beginning is a personal message for WONDERFUL shimin! Actual blogpost see below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah!! Its not every day you are 18!! Take full opportunity of everything! Seize the day! I'm so :( it has to be during such a period like post prelim mood but still be happy :)) wishing you tons of bliss and additional craziness in your otherwise decent life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive your darling partner for forgetting!! We must have a blast in our Taiwan trip haha cannot believe it's really happening since that faithful day in jurong library 345 days ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----end of blessings------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is a bitch. Spent the whole day in the library and I still wonder if there is gonna be anything that sinks into that thick skull of mine.. Oh well. Sunday is going to be filled with mugging too but I'm not complaining :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go! I'm going to take whatever life throws at me! So aim well cos I shoot well. ( i have no idea what I'm saying...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-5689864068342899494?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/5689864068342899494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-darling-partner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5689864068342899494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5689864068342899494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-darling-partner.html' title='Happy birthday darling partner!!'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-1860318551578464345</id><published>2011-09-16T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:28:08.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea</title><content type='html'>Ma brought new tea set! Haha enjoy roasted Chinese tea!!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BKr9P2JIf8s/TnNc75Kc3vI/AAAAAAAAA_8/gw-kKYLdYWw/s640/blogger-image-1870318204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BKr9P2JIf8s/TnNc75Kc3vI/AAAAAAAAA_8/gw-kKYLdYWw/s640/blogger-image-1870318204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jm2BxfMLvb0/TnNc9MvPkUI/AAAAAAAABAA/t7O_IIwBxxI/s640/blogger-image--883735932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jm2BxfMLvb0/TnNc9MvPkUI/AAAAAAAABAA/t7O_IIwBxxI/s640/blogger-image--883735932.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9uaGuL4xX4M/TnNc9165HGI/AAAAAAAABAE/q41itC6fars/s640/blogger-image-173817031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9uaGuL4xX4M/TnNc9165HGI/AAAAAAAABAE/q41itC6fars/s640/blogger-image-173817031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-1860318551578464345?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/1860318551578464345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1860318551578464345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1860318551578464345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/tea.html' title='Tea'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BKr9P2JIf8s/TnNc75Kc3vI/AAAAAAAAA_8/gw-kKYLdYWw/s72-c/blogger-image-1870318204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-2513669354449305061</id><published>2011-09-16T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T11:36:32.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Worst breakout ever! Feel like hiding at home forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this is not a song lyric its my face I'm talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's not the prelims stress (I think...) So people, stop telling me I'm stress!! I wonder how do they know it better than me?! I'm the one feeling it right?!! Grr random outburst I think it's just the mood swings or else how can I cry when reading the newspapers? Mind you it was URBAN somemore. Something about 9/11 being on 4th week of NY Fashion Week in 2001. Quite meaningful and got me to ponder a GPish question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is fashion as frivolous as it's seems? Is it a representation of the upper class of society or an integral part of everyday life? When everything seems lost should we still bother about what we wear on our naked bodies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eh i cried while thinking about these stuff ok! Gah i think im going to mug again soon though wish me luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-2513669354449305061?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/2513669354449305061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/worst-breakout-ever-feel-like-hiding-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2513669354449305061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2513669354449305061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/worst-breakout-ever-feel-like-hiding-at.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-7447408085887174591</id><published>2011-09-15T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:18:45.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last min mugging does nothing</title><content type='html'>Sian the photos cannot add space... :(( &lt;br /&gt;Still, the coffee you see below is brewed by none other than us! ( Barista yingli and Esther!!) haha it was an utter failure in a bid to save money..tasted like water and powder really...until we add milk (and split it 0.0) &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nmmH48lxoBg/TnHBS0myg4I/AAAAAAAAA_w/T0NuIH_LYtU/s640/blogger-image--1228384749.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nmmH48lxoBg/TnHBS0myg4I/AAAAAAAAA_w/T0NuIH_LYtU/s640/blogger-image--1228384749.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z5PyuK4KIN0/TnHBTV4QucI/AAAAAAAAA_0/5TEKhV3-iSk/s640/blogger-image-827330977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z5PyuK4KIN0/TnHBTV4QucI/AAAAAAAAA_0/5TEKhV3-iSk/s640/blogger-image-827330977.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GwsVFmdOfoI/TnHBUIGJnbI/AAAAAAAAA_4/FmfHdtpskYU/s640/blogger-image--1840621940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GwsVFmdOfoI/TnHBUIGJnbI/AAAAAAAAA_4/FmfHdtpskYU/s640/blogger-image--1840621940.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-7447408085887174591?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/7447408085887174591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-min-mugging-does-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7447408085887174591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7447408085887174591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-min-mugging-does-nothing.html' title='Last min mugging does nothing'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nmmH48lxoBg/TnHBS0myg4I/AAAAAAAAA_w/T0NuIH_LYtU/s72-c/blogger-image--1228384749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-3273016267403061881</id><published>2011-09-14T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:20:49.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random shot'/><title type='text'>This is so freaking cool</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging on my iPhone!! Yippee! I always wanted this app! 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&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DR8cjtx6w2Y/TnCpVIwqHJI/AAAAAAAAA_c/vqFfgW31k7c/s640/blogger-image-750658634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DR8cjtx6w2Y/TnCpVIwqHJI/AAAAAAAAA_c/vqFfgW31k7c/s640/blogger-image-750658634.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-3395551855447092088?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/3395551855447092088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/poor-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3395551855447092088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3395551855447092088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/poor-me.html' title='Poor me'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DR8cjtx6w2Y/TnCpVIwqHJI/AAAAAAAAA_c/vqFfgW31k7c/s72-c/blogger-image-750658634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-6117797876000657330</id><published>2011-09-13T20:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:29:24.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a co relation between sleeping and shitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"The harder you try, the lesser the yield"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, today's Economics paper was about bus travel. Makes me wonder about my love affair with buses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here how a normal bus experience goes for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After dilly dallying to about 3 mins remaining time for the bus arrival, I dash out frantically. Lots of waving, running and finally, panting I board on. The bus is literally packed with people. Behind me I see a couple PDAing, in front of me the bus smells funny like dry rot. I squeeze to the centre. I'm right below a corporate man with armpit sweat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I pray hard that my hair don't smell. DING! One bustop after another, the bus driver hollered to the masses of people blocking the entrance. Manage to get a seat. DING. An old lady walk in with Tiger Balm smell. I gave up my seat to her. The bus jerk. I swayed dangerously. My earphones popped out. Some metrosexual guy board in. He looks pretty slick with expensive shoes and bug-eyed spectacles. I mentally picture him with a another guy with tight shorts and even tighter shirt. I sneaked up at him to see what he's doing on the Blackberry. Turns out he's googling "Praise our Lord" lyrics. Hmm so he's a religious gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The bus braked loudly. Not so merciful this time. I flew headfirst into the purple bar and pretended it didn't hurt. Some passengers dozing off at the back woke up with a start and the PDAing couple stop PDA and look sort of shock. They wore a we-didn't-know-we-are-in-a-bus look. The bus driver swore loudly in dialect. Bloody taxi swerve into bus lane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DING! This time, a noisy pack entered. Two brawling kids is now right below me. Ha! Smell my armpit sweat now. Wait my armpits don't smell. The bus paused. Their tiny hands gripped on whatever was nearest to them. Apparently my legs. It was like they grabbed my flesh. Now it looked like I had undergone waxing on a specific spot. Ouch. Sudden shot of pain, eyes watering. Mother apologised to me. I was about to reply when cute guy board in. I quickly told her kids will be kids. Ya right. Serve me right for wearing a skirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally! My bustop! I dis tangled myself from the crowd. Hit my ankle on a black briefcase while doing so. Came out with my braided hair standing in all directions. Wonder why I bothered anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And that was an almost normal experience for my SBS experience. Extreme ones involved a big moth entering a bus by mistake causing unnecessary massive movements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-6117797876000657330?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/6117797876000657330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-is-corelation-between-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6117797876000657330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6117797876000657330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-is-corelation-between-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-8132105819735025134</id><published>2011-09-06T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T21:39:47.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying really hard to keep my promise but these days my time are either spent entirely in the library or returning home to do whatever work I cannot finish in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, there is an interesting blog post that I've been dying to post but really dont have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random facts of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Library does not have a LEVEL 12.&lt;br /&gt;Running with your mother and sister might not be the worst thing afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Iphone has Organic Chemistry applications.&lt;br /&gt;Adele actually look fatter in real life than her hit album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-8132105819735025134?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/8132105819735025134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-trying-really-hard-to-keep-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8132105819735025134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8132105819735025134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-trying-really-hard-to-keep-my.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-6405549621645957547</id><published>2011-09-01T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:55:33.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@.@</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been thinking alot about myself. Who am I really? It sounds a little egoistic to spend time thinking about myself when every spare second ought to be maximized by refreshing chemistry reagents. But we all need a break. And just before I slept last night, I wonder if I will like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt so. I see myself to be a rather critical and judgemental person not to mention really boring and neurotic. I mean my favourite hobbies is honestly: Reading and Running. What can sound more exciting than that? Alright I enjoy Chinese chess and cycling but that hardly prove my point. In fact I think it just further emphasize my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me started on poetry and films..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH how am I going to find love like this!?! How come everyone seems to be having far more fun-filled life than me recently? HAHA since when does Shimin have plans after 5pm and I go back home for dinner... GOSH. This is becoming personal!!! KIDDING I still &amp;lt;3 you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I walk into an absurdist play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, H&amp;amp;M is coming!! YIPPIE!! Not like I will shop anyway I must save for my trip :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Note to self: I must run before going to the library tomorrow. Wake up early and stop being a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-6405549621645957547?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/6405549621645957547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6405549621645957547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6405549621645957547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='@.@'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-3761170145626251455</id><published>2011-08-28T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:02:05.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much too little</title><content type='html'>There is so much I wanted to say every since my blog was blocked from me but now its all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just within a month, Steve Job is no longer the CEO of Apple, Singapore got a new President and I just &lt;s&gt; failed&lt;/s&gt; started on my prelims and got over my boyfriend ( Harry Potter mind you). Time is making a fool of us again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-3761170145626251455?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/3761170145626251455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/08/too-much-too-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3761170145626251455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3761170145626251455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/08/too-much-too-little.html' title='Too much too little'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-3384469705442023261</id><published>2011-08-27T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T12:14:32.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@$(*#@!#</title><content type='html'>EEK! I CAN SIGN IN LIKE FINALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I never abandon it before! ALright I admit I did stop blogging for about 2 weeks but then the rest of the time was due to some error with blogger! I emailed them and after waiting like forever...ACCESS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please still come and visit me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-3384469705442023261?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/3384469705442023261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3384469705442023261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3384469705442023261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='!@$(*#@!#'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-3645350650133494061</id><published>2011-07-15T21:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:00:47.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until the very end.</title><content type='html'>I don’t know what I am supposed to be doing now. If there is any illness called post-Harry Potter depression well, that will be adequate since it’s precisely what I am suffering from. I mean honestly, it has really been a MAJOR part of my childhood. I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; always liked reading but never fell in love with any sort of book until I picked up my first copy of Harry Potter and the Philosophical Stone. *cues music when Harry first picked up his wand* I doubt anyone will be reading this post since it hardly interesting but I think its better that I reflect on it. Some sort of closure I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vA7zQCORTBg/TiBKewSWVlI/AAAAAAAAA-8/wUTTpWIOjRc/s1600/tumblr_lnzw2j1Kpz1qandsfo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629581426431514194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vA7zQCORTBg/TiBKewSWVlI/AAAAAAAAA-8/wUTTpWIOjRc/s400/tumblr_lnzw2j1Kpz1qandsfo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cried so much for a book before either… I know it sounds pretty stupid to some, crying over a silly book. But to me, its not just any book, the whole experience of growing up with my favourite characters Harry Ron and Hermione has simply been well, magical. I cannot expect one to understand how much they actually influenced me in my life since I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t always that outspoken all along. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; this is going to sound like an essay…. Please forgive me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It taught me so many things, about courage, friendship, loyalty and above all, the importance of love. Another reason why I probably will never give up reading is because the exhilaration and joy I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; gained from reading this series makes me never give up hope for the chance that I will once again pick up another book I sincerely love. I really can’t believe its all ending already. Part of me knows that deep down, the reason why I’m clinging on it so desperately is because I recognize it as my childhood and I don’t want it to disappear. It’s all part of growing up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t it? To the scary world out there…gosh but Harry, Ron and Hermione did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eINkrlztpJA/TiBKfF6-bCI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Qc5DUYd5s2g/s1600/tumblr_lnz6zxTiHa1qe8633o1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 413px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629581432239057954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eINkrlztpJA/TiBKfF6-bCI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Qc5DUYd5s2g/s400/tumblr_lnz6zxTiHa1qe8633o1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I have time ever to do a full power review of it since there is WAY too much that I liked about it. Harry, my favorite character in the book and Ron being my favourite character when watching the movie, I already started missing them dearly. I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; always like the both of them the best, followed by Ginny, Hermione, Luna, Fred and George, Sirius, Neville and surprise surprise Professor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snape&lt;/span&gt;. Curious, I never ranked my characters before when reading through the series ( I thought that they were all equal well-loved characters) but I guess after all is over I am able to clearly state it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629572629559884450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uX12nH2Mzak/TiBCetYtuqI/AAAAAAAAA-c/MNjPWGa3tms/s400/tumblr_ln5soqlBn91qzpegzo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry, because in case you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know the books are called Harry Potter and the (filled in the blank) for a reason. He is the main protagonist! How to not love him!? I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; always imagined him to be what you say the Chosen One. Ron, because he is most like myself (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) realistic and funny ; Rupert &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grint&lt;/span&gt; really portrayed him brilliantly giving him an extra bonus as the joy and humor of the book. Ginny because of her strong personality, how she became more like herself over the period of time. And Hermione…. I never really like teacher’s pet character (so her ranking as 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;) but otherwise little-miss-perfect to complete the trio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFWfIAquAjo/TiBNh7J4v5I/AAAAAAAAA_M/QfMuTKzcyzA/s1600/tumblr_lnm7k0vYlc1qa1rooo1_r1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629584779423301522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFWfIAquAjo/TiBNh7J4v5I/AAAAAAAAA_M/QfMuTKzcyzA/s400/tumblr_lnm7k0vYlc1qa1rooo1_r1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t go on for this because honestly, it will never end but rather I shall give my take on the final installation of the movie: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2. Spoiler Alert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Yates really tried to stay loyal to the book. That is one thing for sure. Deathly Hallows delivers an accurate summary of the general gist of the story, considerable amount of fantastic acting by the cast and stunning visual effects that surely does not disappoint. Fans however might be unhappy to notice the slight tweaks in between here and there (Lavender death?! Ron and Hermione kiss, etc..) Well, you cant have all the good things I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPbQlYhib7M/TiBI2GnA4jI/AAAAAAAAA-0/6G70SiraBlE/s1600/tumblr_lnxizx1Cuo1qck7r9o1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 411px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629579628537504306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPbQlYhib7M/TiBI2GnA4jI/AAAAAAAAA-0/6G70SiraBlE/s400/tumblr_lnxizx1Cuo1qck7r9o1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rickman&lt;/span&gt;’s performance as Professor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snape&lt;/span&gt; was really outstanding. I cannot imagined it any way better. In fact, every of his onscreen moments exceeds my expectations as how I visualized it in the book. However, this is not to say that I was sorely disappointed by the fight between Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weasley&lt;/span&gt; and Bellatrix, the missing action between the teachers of the school and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Voldy&lt;/span&gt;- in general most of the fighting scenes were highly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minimized&lt;/span&gt;, lacks dramatic tension and coolness that I had imagined when reading the book. Maggie Smith and Julie Walters (Professor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McGonagall&lt;/span&gt; and Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weasley&lt;/span&gt; characters) are brilliant actresses wished they had more scenes. Nevertheless, I think Yates was going for more of the emotional kind of direction rather than flashy and gory. Which is why the King Cross segment, the walk into Forbidden Forest and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snape&lt;/span&gt;’s memories were REALLY WELL-DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/O/O/X/harry-potter-deathly-hallows2-photo-matthew-lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 420px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/O/O/X/harry-potter-deathly-hallows2-photo-matthew-lewis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on a side note, fans of Matthew Lewis are going to love the movie. His portrayal of Neville &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Longbottom&lt;/span&gt; was EPIC! LIKE SERIOUSLY EPIC. The audience in my theater, was a lively lot and kept cheering when he sliced the snake into half, fought the bad guys and yeah well almost every part. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t surprise to catch myself muttering his lines in the book too “I’ll join you when hell freezes over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;’s Army!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the audience, they were MAD about Potter. If you think I’m a crazy fan you cannot be more wrong. My extent is nothing compared to theirs. A bunch of them dressed up as wizards and witches, a bunch of them brought posters, and the whole lot of them was pretty much crazy over the famous movie scenes. They kept cheering/clapping/sobbing like really exuberantly I was nothing compared to them. I think even one point in time I was slightly cringing at their over-enthusiastic reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Ron and Hermione kisses on screen.&lt;br /&gt;Audience Response: Crazy whooping and clapping all over, wolf-whistling can be heard and one guy even shouted “ Yeah you got the girl!” &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; and I exchanged mortified looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I am never one who does such antics in the public so I kept quiet the whole time, silently thinking and anticipating the lines of the characters, basking in the glory of it all. It truly was a fitting end to the whole phenomenon and just as Rowling herself puts it “whether by page or by big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you back home”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-3645350650133494061?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/3645350650133494061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/07/until-very-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3645350650133494061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3645350650133494061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/07/until-very-end.html' title='Until the very end.'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vA7zQCORTBg/TiBKewSWVlI/AAAAAAAAA-8/wUTTpWIOjRc/s72-c/tumblr_lnzw2j1Kpz1qandsfo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-5653193934174564806</id><published>2011-07-12T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:26:51.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WICKED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_yXfN9HEyOg/ThxZltDEC1I/AAAAAAAAA-U/EOiFHfqIPAE/s1600/tumblr_ln5zq4zP081qa2r19o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 381px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628472138588752722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_yXfN9HEyOg/ThxZltDEC1I/AAAAAAAAA-U/EOiFHfqIPAE/s400/tumblr_ln5zq4zP081qa2r19o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! TOIEKFZWQ!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN RON'S WORDS: BLOODY HELL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-5653193934174564806?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/5653193934174564806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/07/wicked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5653193934174564806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5653193934174564806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/07/wicked.html' title='WICKED.'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_yXfN9HEyOg/ThxZltDEC1I/AAAAAAAAA-U/EOiFHfqIPAE/s72-c/tumblr_ln5zq4zP081qa2r19o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-4320771076652793937</id><published>2011-07-05T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:31:12.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I open at the close"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0U3RbEicA4/ThMPJPzWm4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/GrSxpm-xXXY/s1600/image.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625857011051043714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0U3RbEicA4/ThMPJPzWm4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/GrSxpm-xXXY/s400/image.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to get so emotional. I can't believe its all going to end now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the seventh book, I've convinced myself that by the time the last movie comes out, I will be so over this Harry Potter stuff by then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so wrong. *sobs* WAHHH! And where can I find these cool shirts!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-4320771076652793937?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/4320771076652793937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-open-at-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4320771076652793937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4320771076652793937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-open-at-close.html' title='&quot;I open at the close&quot;'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0U3RbEicA4/ThMPJPzWm4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/GrSxpm-xXXY/s72-c/image.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-8127990898318302996</id><published>2011-07-04T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T21:20:31.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinking slowly into routine...</title><content type='html'>How should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, this long weekend has definitely brought about some changes. For one, I am no longer 17. I met a long lost friend, tried buying 4D (and lost) and ran a 10km marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't feel my butt (or anywhere below it...numb +ache to oblivion) . Seriously, the GreatEastern Marathon was fantastic! I hit my ideal target timing too for the run. *boasting* Start at 7.40am and before 9am fwah so pro right? :D The route we ran was scenic ( the MBS/Esplanade area) too bad I couldn't take any photos, I was busy pacing myself. However, after finishing 8km, I felt a blister :( really slowed me down a little but still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA CAN YOU BELIEVE IT YING LI RAN 10KM LEH without stopping to walk! Now its only left with the 21.1km Standard Chartered ( I have no idea how I am going to do it..) before I officially call it an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I'm slightly disappointed how quickly my 18 birthday passed when I barely enjoyed the day. Had my Math exams and left the hall with a throbbing head. To make matters worse, my classmates insisted to celebrate my birthday when I really couldn't care less. At first I thought it would be good to hang out with loads of people since it was post-examinations mood but really, I regret it now. &lt;strong&gt;It's weird how these days when I'm with company, I wished to be alone and yet when I'm alone, crave for company.&lt;/strong&gt; I am so screwed am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the Chemistry and Math was a killer. The June holidays now feel so useless after feeling how badly I've done in both. Ultra depressed now :( . Sigh. AND THE WORSE PART WAS THAT I GOT STUDY LORH.. WHAT IS THIS?!?! This is such an emo post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to 14th July...its truly what I've been living for all along. HAHA (okay its a bit of an exaggeration dont take me too seriously I'm emoing now...) one thing to stay alive I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new timetable isnt fantastic either. Still, I will adapt! But who was the idiot who told me there was no more PE? WHO? ROAR?! I still have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.. going to mug consistently now everyday (double that of June hols! C'mon yingli you can do it! you ran 10km! LOL I am so weird.. now motivating myself...) who wants to join me :) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ9XcN2BbgA/ThG9K2UFrhI/AAAAAAAAA98/IOchE1ydgWw/s1600/tumblr_lnmwdbIibc1qzetxfo1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625485403638574610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ9XcN2BbgA/ThG9K2UFrhI/AAAAAAAAA98/IOchE1ydgWw/s400/tumblr_lnmwdbIibc1qzetxfo1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S as a true HP fan.. I'm going to fan girl every now and then till 14th July(where I think I'll just explode) so bear with me for IT ALL ENDS HERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-8127990898318302996?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/8127990898318302996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinking-slowly-into-routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8127990898318302996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8127990898318302996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinking-slowly-into-routine.html' title='Sinking slowly into routine...'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ9XcN2BbgA/ThG9K2UFrhI/AAAAAAAAA98/IOchE1ydgWw/s72-c/tumblr_lnmwdbIibc1qzetxfo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-5545608951733366072</id><published>2011-06-29T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T19:50:28.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister is helping me count down to my birthday. I wonder why. Honestly I dont understand why people make such a big fuss about birthday. Isnt it morbid to celebrate the fact that you are one step closer to Death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I think thats only for people who fear it. So a big fuss is in order then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was thinking if I could have 3 wishes, what will they be? I was telling Chairman LMH the other day that none could top the list since all 3 change according to mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, all 'A's for exams seem to be the top. Losing weight and finding boyfriend takes a later place :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 is going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I'm excited to buy my first 4D numbers! Give me 4 numbers most unlikely to strike and I shall buy it! HAHA 0000 what do you think? 1234 is so unorginial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Zoey promised to take me go drinking! Hmm should I be excited about that? Drink away my sorrows of the horrid of Chem paper, the emptiness...(i mean the paper not me.) NO LAH SIAO! I'm quite sure I end up sleeping at home thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-5545608951733366072?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/5545608951733366072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-sister-is-helping-me-count-down-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5545608951733366072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5545608951733366072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-sister-is-helping-me-count-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-7816369748974727268</id><published>2011-06-25T12:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T12:39:22.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I shall blog one last time before starting on Mathematics. I guess its really one last time I am going to live my life as truly yinglithehuman and not yinglitheonewhomoanaboutschoool. One last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is going to be the last I ever had. Not that the post 'As' arent holidays but they probably going to be more &lt;em&gt;(hmmm how should I phrased it..)&lt;/em&gt; hedonistic shall I say? Not like holidays but rather the nonstopcontinuous every single moment I-am-living kind of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVvIyB3LJyI/TgVkWpEvy-I/AAAAAAAAA90/TtmWA7d0jD8/s1600/5817004838_1f5248e78e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622010049987595234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVvIyB3LJyI/TgVkWpEvy-I/AAAAAAAAA90/TtmWA7d0jD8/s400/5817004838_1f5248e78e_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will carry a facial expression somewhat similar to the model over here..well clearly just facial expression haha I'm not too sure about neck down and the fringeish shoes :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh how long more before I can actually breathe so freely... I crave and wonder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-7816369748974727268?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/7816369748974727268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-thought-i-shall-blog-one-last-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7816369748974727268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7816369748974727268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-thought-i-shall-blog-one-last-time.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVvIyB3LJyI/TgVkWpEvy-I/AAAAAAAAA90/TtmWA7d0jD8/s72-c/5817004838_1f5248e78e_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-8639901466181968538</id><published>2011-06-20T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:10:51.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days left..</title><content type='html'>Alright the last week was a complete blur. I obviously got out of my monk life and things started turning crazy. I was sick, I have 4 nights worth of insomia, celebrated a friend's birthday, had CCA BBQ, family gathering. Nothing could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now left with 7 days. I need to get a Time-Turner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-8639901466181968538?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/8639901466181968538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/7-days-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8639901466181968538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8639901466181968538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/7-days-left.html' title='7 days left..'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-9059402051122392777</id><published>2011-06-13T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:08:24.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 days..</title><content type='html'>Well, once again, I'm experiencing 0.5body ache. It always happened whenever I played badminton after a long time. Saturday can be summarised as : draining, cold and sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise in the morning, studied at the afternoon (failed though.. with so many distractions and worries) and gallivanting around town during the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; this post is to say my perspective of what happened on Saturday evening after dinner with 186BF :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were debating over the existence of whether there are actually children who cannot study. As in destined to not excel in their academics. Actually, thinking back, I am a little convinced that it might be true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a horrid dinner (the food made my tummy burnt... loss of appetite after laughing at 186Bf over random stuff) we searched for yogurt! On our way there I met a random primary school friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; actually, I saw the bag first lying on the pillar at Mandarin Gallery and told 186Bf it was quite nice and shiny and wanted to steal it and just then as if the owner heard me, she pops right in front of our eyes. Like literally! And ask us to take a photo with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; ask me why but my primary school friend then sashayed 5 seconds later joining the owner of the shiny bag and advertising for god-knows-what insist on a photo to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPad&lt;/span&gt; 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happened really quickly and the conversation zoomed from 5 seconds of recalling one another to 8 seconds of taking photos.. oh wait, I'm lazy to type shall just quote from 186&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bf's&lt;/span&gt; blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl1: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heyy&lt;/span&gt;! Do you all want to take a photo with us and stand to win an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPad&lt;/span&gt;2! It's very simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: -joins in- Yeah and yo- EH ARE YOU.... I think I know them..... ARE YOU &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YINGLI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; :O Oh! Are you Violet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl2 (violet): Oh yeah hi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Where's Valerie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet: Oh over there.... -points-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted the 186bf moments since she did nothing but stood there looking bemused within the 12 seconds so her reactions are negligible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tada&lt;/span&gt;! In less than 1 min, I have a picture with a long lost not close primary school friend pasted on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; for the whole world to see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249920_177055559018043_155323167857949_448454_5573707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 462px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249920_177055559018043_155323167857949_448454_5573707_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; thank goodness my plastic bag of shoes are not in the picture + the picture did not capture how smelly and sticky I am... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we discussed about the qualifications of being an Ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beng&lt;/span&gt; and I think my criteria is much much lower than 186Bf! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; walking down the streets of Orchard, I already pointed out 2 to her! *cough man in striped shirt, with matching striped bag and matching striped shoes.. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-9059402051122392777?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/9059402051122392777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/13-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/9059402051122392777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/9059402051122392777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/13-days.html' title='13 days..'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-2223949299855848058</id><published>2011-06-10T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T02:36:27.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 and a hal-</title><content type='html'>I think if I were to date myself, I wouldnt mind.&lt;br /&gt;Its 2.33am now and I just re-read my blogpost archives,&lt;br /&gt;And fell in love with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me, I am not making sense.&lt;br /&gt;Or am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think only my freshly painted magneta nails will know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-2223949299855848058?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/2223949299855848058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-if-i-were-to-date-myself-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2223949299855848058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2223949299855848058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-if-i-were-to-date-myself-i.html' title='Day 10 and a hal-'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-3445208952666166244</id><published>2011-06-09T21:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T01:46:48.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 10.</title><content type='html'>HAHA organic is less tiring if you studied with Chairman LMH :D Then again, that is until she steals your iPhone and type stupid stuff on your facebook profile page. Like cheesy love songs lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao9c_qaq9fg/TfED16hIPbI/AAAAAAAAA9c/jLZLsR2Bhfs/s1600/mugging%2Bpic%2B097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616274435083877810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao9c_qaq9fg/TfED16hIPbI/AAAAAAAAA9c/jLZLsR2Bhfs/s320/mugging%2Bpic%2B097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha I love my organic chem mindmap :) So colourful here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-va_9F6nNYxA/TfED1sulueI/AAAAAAAAA9U/LwsUXSj-5Uw/s1600/mugging%2Bpic%2B099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616274431382239714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-va_9F6nNYxA/TfED1sulueI/AAAAAAAAA9U/LwsUXSj-5Uw/s320/mugging%2Bpic%2B099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL.. Chairman black and white dull notes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqQAYUyd7W8/TfEDlpxf2hI/AAAAAAAAA9M/cN-bnNrXMeU/s1600/mugging%2Bpic%2B100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616274155711224338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqQAYUyd7W8/TfEDlpxf2hI/AAAAAAAAA9M/cN-bnNrXMeU/s320/mugging%2Bpic%2B100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite picture! HAHA see got benzene ring somemore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7w6I-0s7gAw/TfEDldtyWmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/eFvcsFfVHDk/s1600/mugging%2Bpic%2B109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616274152474434146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7w6I-0s7gAw/TfEDldtyWmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/eFvcsFfVHDk/s320/mugging%2Bpic%2B109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chairman's fries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616274147086896002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RqDHUcxP-gw/TfEDlJpTC4I/AAAAAAAAA88/65TT27s3qtE/s320/mugging%2Bpic%2B103.JPG" /&gt; In case you are wondering why we got so many photos and why are we not studying but taking pictures, well, here is evidence that we did studied! Or at least I did while Chairman got tired and start playing with my iPhone camera app. She was so amazed and went on a snapping frenzy... Of course I ignored her LOL. All the photos here are taken by her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xMFdKxheTYc/TfEDT-j7jdI/AAAAAAAAA80/YeZGRjY-7IM/s1600/mugging%2Bpic%2B113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616273852053818834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xMFdKxheTYc/TfEDT-j7jdI/AAAAAAAAA80/YeZGRjY-7IM/s320/mugging%2Bpic%2B113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea why I agreed to pose for her in the above picture.. I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing all the unglam shots she took of me, I finally gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5iMHPYXaB8/TfEDS-Qkj_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/kgp_yytzIkE/s1600/mugging%2Bpic%2B100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616273834792751090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5iMHPYXaB8/TfEDS-Qkj_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/kgp_yytzIkE/s320/mugging%2Bpic%2B100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL my fav pic again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSnd592Cxk4/TfEDSoBgYnI/AAAAAAAAA8k/N9lBndb_hbc/s1600/mugging%2Bpic%2B114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616273828823982706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSnd592Cxk4/TfEDSoBgYnI/AAAAAAAAA8k/N9lBndb_hbc/s320/mugging%2Bpic%2B114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha ok after a few more hours of studying, it was my turn to be bored so I decided to play too.. After all, both of us are photographers :D HAHA as if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-koglVHwTcHo/TfDIqHm6O2I/AAAAAAAAA70/OJgiO8Zyifs/s1600/mugging%2Bpic%2B119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616209361253317474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-koglVHwTcHo/TfDIqHm6O2I/AAAAAAAAA70/OJgiO8Zyifs/s320/mugging%2Bpic%2B119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairman's unglam shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4gPgPsu87I/TfDIpmYazeI/AAAAAAAAA7k/hUrusaQ8E-I/s1600/mugging%2Bpic%2B121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616209352334167522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4gPgPsu87I/TfDIpmYazeI/AAAAAAAAA7k/hUrusaQ8E-I/s320/mugging%2Bpic%2B121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To be fair, I got unglam shot too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616209359088454658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMg__li75GU/TfDIp_ixDAI/AAAAAAAAA7s/E6geQwz3Ogw/s320/mugging%2Bpic%2B117.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok after many failed attempts, we tried to take a proper one before she left and this is the best! Ok maybe not... I look like ghost and somehow got her chest in the photo LOL! I only realised it now!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tada! Chem organic just got so much bearable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-3445208952666166244?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/3445208952666166244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3445208952666166244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3445208952666166244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-10.html' title='day 10.'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao9c_qaq9fg/TfED16hIPbI/AAAAAAAAA9c/jLZLsR2Bhfs/s72-c/mugging%2Bpic%2B097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-8089269115873077441</id><published>2011-06-06T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T19:23:25.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you pay $3.90 for water?</title><content type='html'>To begin this post, I must clarify first that I'm neither a fan or anti-fan of Joanne &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peh&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, I hardly know much of any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mediacorp&lt;/span&gt; artistes since I never really watched a complete Channel 8 drama since "荷兰村"ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when &lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/blogs/singaporescene/joanne-peh-storms-restaurant-poor-050306850.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; came up, I dismissed it without a thought, only to hear my mum debating about it over dinner time with my dad. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Within a few minutes, I got tied into the discussion (why can't I ever eat in peace..) and I totally agreed with my mum at first, its really the restaurant at fault, but my dad do make some sense. Now, I am not so sure of what is what myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Joanne &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peh&lt;/span&gt; claimed that it wasn't about the price of the water but rather the attitude/service of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nando&lt;/span&gt; restaurant as a whole but it still strikes me as that was the ultimate tipping point for her - to get pissed, tweet about it and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, in a first look, here are the main reasons why I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peh&lt;/span&gt; is right to get mad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;$3.90 for water sounds ridiculous, since its not branded or anything. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; mind paying $5.90 for Coke in a posh place (in fact I did!) but for normal water (not Perrier not Evian) its a little overpriced, taking into account the location... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She ordered food as well. For a decent drink to come along, how hard can it be?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cost of bottled water = $1.80 so why the large difference when its hot? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting time for food too long, waiting time for water equally long. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. No doubt get angry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;People clapped at her when she stormed out. What a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sarcastic&lt;/span&gt; insult. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;However, thinking about it rationally, I came to the following conclusions that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weighing this economically, its not hard to understand why. Some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; simply &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; serve hot water. The extra cost of having it is just not worth it. In &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shangri&lt;/span&gt;-La, I heard if you request for hot water, it comes with kettle and all. Shows how pretty troublesome it is. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If hot water is not in the menu, it is just not in it. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; reserved the rights to not serve I believe. Whether you ordered food is negligible. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is one I admit, is rather absurd. But I guess once again like point 1. - its the trouble of heating it up and extra services I guessed. Asking for hot water is like a special request already and the fact that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; obliged, one should be thankful not thick-skinned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ate at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brotezit&lt;/span&gt; twice and waited 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; each time for my baked rice. Mind you, the restaurant was empty too! My theory is this: If the food is really good, it is worth the wait :D. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Should be misunderstanding &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Where got such &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt; thing happening one? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ultimately, I don't think that the customers is always right. Looks like a hungry Joanne is indeed an angry one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-8089269115873077441?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/8089269115873077441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/will-you-pay-390-for-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8089269115873077441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8089269115873077441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/will-you-pay-390-for-water.html' title='Will you pay $3.90 for water?'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-3782408284291599434</id><published>2011-06-03T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T20:55:48.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Screw the new shoes! Its giving me bloody blisters at the back of my feet even with plasters pasted as the back of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unable to walk naturally now... for the sake of beauty. WTF I cannot stand the pain! Not to mention it totally hinders my morning+evening runs now! ROAR! Feel like swearing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, a friend of mine, Claire, loaned me a book! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.terminally-incoherent.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/pi.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, no doubt its the Life of Pi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you havent heard of this book, it was really popular a few years back but to be honest, it did not interest me, I thought it was another one-hit book that will surely fade away against time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even until now, reading the first 40 pages of the book, I stand firm to my point. Yes, there are clever jokes, the protaganist do have an unique perspective to capture the reader's attention but for how long, I must read on to find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is going be my longest book yet because I only plan to read when I'm traveling... Not my style at all but c'mon its not like I got a choice. Remember? Study, run, meditate. Study, run, meditate. Study, run, meditate. Study, run, meditate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-3782408284291599434?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/3782408284291599434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3782408284291599434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3782408284291599434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-5.html' title='Day 5.'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-423663122538762332</id><published>2011-06-01T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:07:01.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3.</title><content type='html'>I survived 2 days of monk life!! I swear I can feel my muscle tightening at the back of my legs! How much is my brain developed I do not know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rain has come! So running has been on halt for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since not much can happen when one is studying/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercising, there isnt much to blog about. BUT a week ago, I did indulge in a teensy bit of &lt;/span&gt;SHOPPING! &lt;em&gt;afterall, who can resist the Great Singapore Sale? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought 1 new pair of shoes, a dress and a peach-coloured shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE very proud of my new outfit :D cant wait to wear them! I bet Darling Partner will be the first to see them since meeting her to study gives me an opportunity to dress up! LOL I must be mad, to look forward to studying just because of new clothes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I get another toga dress (no chance to wear though but I'm totally in &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; with the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt; ) along with a jeans shorts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I need a haircut :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-423663122538762332?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/423663122538762332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-3_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/423663122538762332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/423663122538762332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-3_01.html' title='Day 3.'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-2225240011167401863</id><published>2011-05-30T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:01:19.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1.</title><content type='html'>HAHA let me share with you my monk life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Involves mainly 3 things: Running, studying and meditating/reflecting! HAHAHA :D which is what I did the entire day. And is what I am going to do for the rest of my holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pst have some faith in me please I can hear people betting already how long I will last... Even I am skeptical of my new routine lifestyle :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IF I CANT HELP MYSELF WHO CAN?!? MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-2225240011167401863?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/2225240011167401863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2225240011167401863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2225240011167401863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-1.html' title='Day 1.'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-8340152467174883119</id><published>2011-05-27T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T23:46:37.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orange nails</title><content type='html'>My nails are &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the break will never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to lead a monk life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to anticipate :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-8340152467174883119?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/8340152467174883119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/05/orange-nails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8340152467174883119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8340152467174883119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/05/orange-nails.html' title='orange nails'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-5827677238330146294</id><published>2011-05-15T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:31:25.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ge part IV</title><content type='html'>Someone please tell me this is not true. We are losing not just MM Lee but SM Goh all at one shot. I almost cried when I saw the news. How can we view this with optimism?!! More like skepticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is because of the GE results, I honestly dont see why they should be the ones leaving. 应该走的人不走。。。不应该走的人却离开了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is because of being disconnected with youth, WTH?! This is really rubbish. MM leaving makes me feel even more disconnected with the PAP. At least from our MM, I can feel that he truly wants to bring Singapore to greater heights. Even though the policies at times are not popular, I sense that there is some sort of fighter spirit in him. Compared to the rest of younger MP these days... I get ZERO vibe from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is because of the comments made.... c'mon I have to give up to him being himself despite the looming threat of election. The character is consistent. To me, it actually made him humour and not some double-faced politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... not to mention, SM Goh is the best looking PM we have by far!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait the last point which I highly doubt so myself... if they are stepping down out of their own free will/age then I have nothing to say. Its their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall re-read the Hard Truth with even more emotions now. My dad claims that I am too sentimental... :( WHAT IS THIS ?! HIS EXACT WORDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Good that they step down like this.. not when suddenly one of them die, you see the Singapore stock market crashing the next day... at least now that everything is stable, its time for them to go! Only you so stupid, so sentimental."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wah I cannot stand it! HAHA my dad really think of EVERYTHING IN economic sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I saw 186 BF in National Library today! I bet she went early to "chope" seats. Zoey and I were left we none. We had to go donwstairs instead :( oh well, at least I still managed to complete my work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-5827677238330146294?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/5827677238330146294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/05/someone-please-tell-me-this-is-not-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5827677238330146294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5827677238330146294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/05/someone-please-tell-me-this-is-not-true.html' title='ge part IV'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-8810831657875169385</id><published>2011-05-11T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T22:06:40.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling of life and lit</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be overloaded with my own rambling about life mixed with literature (specifically my literature book: THE BIRTHDAY PARTY (TBP)... I am so in love with Pinter). Darling Partner once asked me why I think so much about life well, news for you I stopped doing that already to make myself focus on studying hard! However, the thing about this is that it’s a EVER PERSISTENT PROBLEM and here it comes again, nudging me to question myself and my identity as I read the TBP play. Are we all becoming Stanley in our own ways!?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sian studying literature teaches us not to study at all (or so it seems)… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, my overflowing love of literature is overwhelming me!! HAHA please ignore this post if you aren’t interested about life and lit. :D I just need a place to pour all the thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok quick overview of the play. Stanley is the main protagonist in the play, he lives in the boarding house belonging to an ordinary couple (Meg and Petey). One day, two sinister strangers, Goldberg and McCann, arrive at the boarding house and take him away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me the plot is as simple as it looks (this is the job of the literature students which is to, as my teacher likes to say, “unpackage the text” ) For the actual events that happened and development of the story, be prepared to be SORELY disappointed. THERE IS ALMOST NONE AT ALL. And yet there are. How subtle but drastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well anyway, reading TBP there will definitely be tons of questions popping up in your head. Who is Goldberg and McCann? What do they represent? What has Stanley done to be taken away? What is the Establishment ( Aha! TBP is slightly a political play. Think 1984, V fro Vendetta etc…)? Believe it or not, these questions are really left unanswered just as how Pinter wants it to be. It is vague, it is absurd. Well of course! Welcome to the Theatre of the Absurd! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit. For the first time as a literature student I am at a loss. How can there be almost no plot in the story? Plus why does all the character talk gibberish? Honestly it is English language that makes no sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;BUT AFTER STUDYING,&lt;/b&gt; I am totally in love with Pinter! When you understand it, you begin to appreciate it. That is so true for literature. Let me digress a little. There was once I felt that literature is quite unfair. Why? Because almost all kinds of play/books/films like to make references to one another, citing each other something like an inside joke or reference. Ocean Thirteen for one is an excellent demonstration of this. The entire movie is filled with inside jokes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you don’t read George Orwell’s 1984, it is not fair then if another book make references to “Big Brother” and you have no idea what the heck it is. Or worse when it is a biblical reference, what if you are an atheist and never touched the Bible? HAHA then the meaning will be lost/not understood. I used to dislike the fact that authors like to draw reference to one another especially if it got to do with Shakespeare or Greek mythology. I know nuts about them. HOWEVER, after reading even more, it kind of sinks in and you begin to enjoy these subtle references. You are interested to know more about it and to be honest, my interest in old films really paid off. You get the Gone With the Wind jokes and the Casablanca shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway back to rambling on TBP. Pinter makes the audience sympathize Stanley, as he is the victim of the two strangers’ interrogation, ultimately succumbing to their sinister motives and suffers a mental breakdown. We have no idea what crime he commits except that he is blamed for it and Goldberg and McCann seem insistent to hold him responsible for his actions and came to take him and change him. There are many interpretation for this and I’m going with the one that Stanley is in fact guilty for well, being Stanley. Take a deep breath and try to get my meaning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, here comes the problem. You see, Stanley is out of job, he lives with no purpose, a shadow of his past musician pianist life (or so he claims, we are reading a play whereby what the character claims themselves to be is QUESTIONALBE and they already say so few words, I have a hard time deciphering already). Stanley is also lazy and gives off the impression that he live off Meg and Petey’s earnings. The 3 of them, kind of live in their own beautiful world created by themselves but nevertheless becomes vulnerable to the external forces which interrupts their peaceful well-constructed mundane lives coming in the form of Goldberg and McCann arrival when they turn up on Stanley’s supposedly birthday. I say supposedly because it is never made clear to us whether it is Stanley’s birthday or not. Meg says it is but the birthday boy himself disagree. Absurd isn’t it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So to go on, the 2 strangers than cause him a mental deterioration when they questioned Stanley’s identity and blame him almost just for existing and then puts him into his “correct” place. To them, there is no place in the society for someone like Stanley who does not conform, does not do what is necessary, does not lead a normal life (having a job, a family). We sympathize him because we see this as the individual being crushed by the society which does not tolerate people like Stanley, and no matter how far he can hide, there is nowhere to run to as Pinter suggests, the terror is always out there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley represents the individual, who is rebelling against the society, by not being part of it, he has no family and leads a bohemianism lifestyle. To the eyes of the state, he is nothing but someone who has to be forced to conform and then comes Goldberg and McCann. The ideals he represents are like a disease, to be cured of, to be destroyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here’s the thing. I have difficulties blaming the state for behaving that way. True, it did come across to me as something like a totalitarian figure, controlling the way how the people should behave but honestly, Stanley is lazy and useless and rotting away. He is of no contribution to the society and his existence is of no purpose, therefore, the fact that the state is doing something about people like Stanley, well I can’t really blame them. Or is it? Is it because I am already “conformed” myself? What is the purpose of my existence anyway? What if I simply choose to live my life this way? Am I wrong? Who says that it is MUST to lead a meaningful life? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ionesco defined the absurdist everyman as “cut off from his religious, metaphysical and transcendental roots…lost; all his actions become senseless, absurd, useless…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Pinter seems to be telling me that there is no problem to just exist for the sake of existing. It is the choices that make us who we are and not simply behaving how we are told/inform to do so.  &lt;b&gt;WAH LIKE THAT CAN DON’T STUDY ALREADY LAH WIN. &lt;/b&gt; That’s why I cannot fully sympathize with Stanley. The way he lead his life is of no value at all. Some one should kick him in the ass and tell him to start working hard. But then again is it because this message is already so ingrained in my head by the Establishment that’s why I am echoing this point of view after all?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it seems like I’m all for the totalitarian state now SIAO! Of course their cruel methods are questionable and the reliability/ goodwill of the Establishment to change Stanley for Stnaley own sake does deserve my sympathy. Do as you are told to, contribute to the society, live your life to the fullest. While Stanley is like do as you wish, don’t need to meet society expectations, live your life as whichever way you pleased. HOW CAN ONE BE LIKE THAT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; TBP is shocking me. I think it is meant to shock me. It is meant to make me re-think my existence and to re-consider the way of life. If I managed to fully sympathized Stanley’s condition, having to lose his individual voice and his own identity in the end, it makes me wonder if I should sympathized with myself then. Because I do wonder what the hell am I doing everyday. Cough why am I attending econs lecture? Honestly, I like economics; I like the economics teachers I really do. But the lecture itself is pure agony. You sit in a freezing lecture hall hearing the teacher drone on the exact same words printed on your lecture notes and the powerpoint slides showing the exact same words printed on your lecture notes. I really wonder if I am alive whenever I’m in middle of attending the econs lecture. The urge to stab myself in the eyeballs with my 0.38 uniball black pen - just to ensure that I can actually feel- is tempting. No I am just kidding I check my watch every 15mins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-8810831657875169385?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/8810831657875169385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-post-is-going-to-be-overloaded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8810831657875169385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8810831657875169385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-post-is-going-to-be-overloaded.html' title='rambling of life and lit'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-3639321958602553666</id><published>2011-05-08T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:39:13.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GE part III</title><content type='html'>WOW. What a day. What a night. I never felt more alive, never more Singaporean. To kick start the hot Saturday morning, I devoured all the GE news I’ve missed ( my dad and I have been fighting to read the ST times these days ) and took a walk back home from Holland V. Shortly after, before I even realized, it was time for NIKE RUN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA THE RACE IS ON! And Zoey was off. We pig out too much before the race I must admit and suffered later on. :( A little disappointed by my timing of 38mins in 5km since its pretty far off my target of half and hour. Still, it’s a little comforting to note that even Zoey did not reach the mark! HAHA so does that mean my goal was actually rather unrealistic to begin with? Hmm I wonder….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MET LOTS OF PEOPLE! 2 of my primary school friends (Sylvia and Qian Ning) turned out to be volunteers, my CJ seniors and 4 3Gones (Yishang, Nisa, Vivien and Darling partner!) happy happy :D Totally regret not bringing my camera!! How can I miss such an opportunity?! *mentally slap myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well with slightly aching legs, I rejected the outing with my CJ seniors to catch WHAT ELSE?!? THE BIGGEST EVENT LAH! POLLING RESULTS OF 2011! WAH! WAH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChannelNewsAsia, Channel8 and Channel5 were all broadcasting it live at 9.30pm!! HAHA I must say I am impressed at the quality of the broadcast live…in fact, Channel8 &amp;amp; 5 did a good job! I like the presentation style more than ChannelNewsAsia! Maybe it has to do with the shrinking the screen a lot of time….HAHA my mum and I were pointing out all the not bad reporters and the lousy ones each time they came on screens to kill time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then at 0.01am THE FIRST RESULT WAS ANNOUNCED! By this man….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-paIbWFrfps4/TcY5K9rw5lI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ijM90o4C5FA/s1600/yam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604229646828758610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-paIbWFrfps4/TcY5K9rw5lI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ijM90o4C5FA/s320/yam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to say about him except that he definitely er got a mixture of responses from me for such a &lt;b&gt;short &lt;/b&gt;span of time he came on screen. I have to give it up for this man. Each time he came to announce the results he recited this loooooong list of formalities/legal stuff that really made me laugh/cry/irritated/exasperated/sleepy I mean honestly I don’t know what to say. HAHAHA I think I shall just settle for humor and join his Facebook fan page!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Persuant to Section 49, subsection 7E, paragraph A of the Parllimentary Election Act…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I can even recite it by heart by the time he announced Mountbatten SMC (mind you which was one of the first few ok! even in my tired state of legs and mind…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a more serious note as everyone probably knows the results by now, I say lets give it a rest for now. The votes say it all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND THIS IS ONLY JUST THE BEGINNING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-3639321958602553666?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/3639321958602553666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/05/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3639321958602553666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3639321958602553666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/05/wow.html' title='GE part III'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-paIbWFrfps4/TcY5K9rw5lI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ijM90o4C5FA/s72-c/yam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-7768823818887942167</id><published>2011-05-04T10:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:36:17.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Co-pilots, drivers and tigers</title><content type='html'>Things are getting even more unpredictable! Especially when I woke up today and saw the headlines of the newspapers, I wonder if I am awake after all. PAP saying sorry!? Huh? Is that some kind of damage control after MM Lee remarks? Hmm seems like part of it for in actual fact it’s simply giving a more human side of PAP that admits their flaws and blunders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow I must admit I’m feeling a teensy weensy bit moved. I mean the flooding in Orchard Road seems to me more like a work of nature but they can also take the blame. Government leh not God.&lt;br /&gt;But then again the Mas Selamat fiasco is still fresh in my head. So I guess apologies are in order. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like MM Lee! He is cool :D Especially over the weekends, the talks from both parties are heating up! What co-drivers lah, tiger dens, and slapping hahaha but none tops the list for me is when MM Lee said the people in Aljunied if vote for Opposition will have “ 5 years to repent”. HA! WOAH he is no doubt MM LEE! Super direct and harsh! I like!! But it seems like the PAP these days are going for the softer approach… well whichever way works for them I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE MEDIA is super irritating these days. On normal days I give our newspapers 95% of my trust but during election period, you can tell it’s obviously leaning towards the Ruling Party! I mean so far none of the front lines have been solely based on the Opposition. Usually if you want to read more about them, you have to flip inside and yet very little coverage. Sian. Make me go online to mrbrown.com. OR Facebook. Pretty good for hearing opposing voices that is not mentioned anywhere else. Even ChannelNewsAsia which I thought was pretty reliable have a tendency of showing very few snippets of the Opposition rallies before cutting it and moving on to PAP. FWAH like that lah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada some photos I took at the NSP rally on Sat. We headed to Whampoa and the crowd was quite strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSs3qvv82Ls/TcKlu0wuANI/AAAAAAAAA6A/wgm7XUyuWWk/s1600/GE%2Belection%2Band%2Bwhat%2Bnot%2B568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603223110257869010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSs3qvv82Ls/TcKlu0wuANI/AAAAAAAAA6A/wgm7XUyuWWk/s320/GE%2Belection%2Band%2Bwhat%2Bnot%2B568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbYErEV0_FU/TcKnAdKDl2I/AAAAAAAAA6I/Kn3qlBLhmns/s1600/GE%2Belection%2Band%2Bwhat%2Bnot%2B575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603224512670963554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbYErEV0_FU/TcKnAdKDl2I/AAAAAAAAA6I/Kn3qlBLhmns/s320/GE%2Belection%2Band%2Bwhat%2Bnot%2B575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is nothing! I repeat NOTHING compared to the one on Sunday at Yishun Stadium for the Worker's Party Rally. The crowd was electrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fau-sYaVxLA/TcKlBcRDZYI/AAAAAAAAA54/EVjaXpqcqSs/s1600/GE%2Belection%2Band%2Bwhat%2Bnot%2B590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603222330588489090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fau-sYaVxLA/TcKlBcRDZYI/AAAAAAAAA54/EVjaXpqcqSs/s320/GE%2Belection%2Band%2Bwhat%2Bnot%2B590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAzUCDDnv1Y/TcKjcO5V3zI/AAAAAAAAA5w/lsHzeakMAoM/s1600/GE%2Belection%2Band%2Bwhat%2Bnot%2B601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603220591832588082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAzUCDDnv1Y/TcKjcO5V3zI/AAAAAAAAA5w/lsHzeakMAoM/s320/GE%2Belection%2Band%2Bwhat%2Bnot%2B601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA you see the HDB flat at the background. On closer look there are actually people over there hearing the rallies too! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK thats all for now on a non-election related post, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM IN LOVE WITH CN BLUE ALL OVER AGAIN!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch this MV and tell me if the song is catchy or super catchy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B1qrHOnyKfk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-7768823818887942167?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/7768823818887942167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/05/co-pilots-drivers-and-tigers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7768823818887942167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7768823818887942167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/05/co-pilots-drivers-and-tigers.html' title='Co-pilots, drivers and tigers'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSs3qvv82Ls/TcKlu0wuANI/AAAAAAAAA6A/wgm7XUyuWWk/s72-c/GE%2Belection%2Band%2Bwhat%2Bnot%2B568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-6301963271621654128</id><published>2011-04-30T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T11:57:12.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random hyper events of the GE part1</title><content type='html'>The question is not surrounding who will win. There is no doubt that the Ruling Party WILL REMAIN the Ruling Party. But rather &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WIN BY HOW MUCH LAH?&lt;/span&gt; That’s right! Its Singapore GE2011! Stop everything you are doing now! Singapore has never been more exciting than ever! And I am so addicted to the GE election fever. True enough, I never like hearing news about Singapore’s politics (yawn boring…and it still is for some parts of it) but hey there are a series of events leading up to the hype!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Tin Pei Ling &amp;amp; Kate Spade &amp;amp; Nicole Seah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are all wondering who are the above here are some pics of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.penn-olson.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/nicole-seah-facebook-300x233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85wl3OU_Kjo/TZLVv1KlccI/AAAAAAAAACw/5ibm-hoL2r0/s1600/my_dream_ger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85wl3OU_Kjo/TZLVv1KlccI/AAAAAAAAACw/5ibm-hoL2r0/s1600/my_dream_ger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA no it is not a beauty contest! As you know, TPL was caught posing with a branded bag and being a candidate for PAP caused a small uproar among unhappy people. Not only is she the youngest PAP candidate (27 years old) but a quick background check on her we realized her husband is Ng How Yue aka Principal Private Secretary to Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong.. Wah and guess what is their age difference? 10 years plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know as much as you can say all these points are irrelevant to her calibre, her enthusiasm to work for the people etc… but I get the sense that people aren’t that convinced. We are biased everyone one of us! If it wasn’t the fact that she was a Crescentian HAHAHA (shock shock shock!) I think I wouldn’t have even noticed her. See its these kind of minor mundane details that draw our attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, you probably think that with the odds against her how to win? Guess what SM GOH is the one leading them in the Marine Parade GRC up against NSP who has Nicole Seah as poster girl. WAH! She is younger, prettier and her facebook page is more like a fan page. HA! The outcome is obvious but the distractions make the process fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. The PAP candidate who suddenly back out and the even more unknown one who substitute him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now this one I didn’t pay much attention to but it just adds on to the hype and it happened simultaneously with the introduction of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. WP “A star” team Vs George Yeo and gang in Aljunied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5tn1AgwckfY/TbmPypPFcFI/AAAAAAAAIjY/g2fETsENtgY/s1600/Workers+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 630px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5tn1AgwckfY/TbmPypPFcFI/AAAAAAAAIjY/g2fETsENtgY/s1600/Workers+Party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah fight! Fight! This one sure is the MOST anticipated one of all. Honestly LTK left his Hougang territory to contest for a GRC with a group of decent people. Foreign Minister no doubt has to pull his socks up and do a good job! Both parties are strong this time round. George Yeo is at the upper hand but I will give WP credit for all they have done. Honestly, along with the blue umbrellas. I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ge.sg/imagegallery/gallery/php3rCx0K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.ge.sg/imagegallery/gallery/php3rCx0K.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OK! I shall now end here now! Will bring you more pictures I've taken after coming back from the rallies tonight! EXCITED :D At the meanwhile I wonder if Big Brother is monitering the Internet? That is a scary thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-6301963271621654128?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/6301963271621654128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-hyper-events-of-ge-part1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6301963271621654128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6301963271621654128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-hyper-events-of-ge-part1.html' title='Random hyper events of the GE part1'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85wl3OU_Kjo/TZLVv1KlccI/AAAAAAAAACw/5ibm-hoL2r0/s72-c/my_dream_ger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-4386595117500581009</id><published>2011-04-24T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T21:31:41.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! Guess who is participating in the upcoming 5K run from Nike? Yes me! HAHAHA :D At first I was a bit embarassed to blog about it since I'm not really confident but I am too excited so tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 593px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 429px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://whywerunn.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/189926_150730604989120_149354718460042_316548_3063836_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too shock about it because I got even greater news. I am joining not one but TWO marathon this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everydaysingapore.com/images/women-10k.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 420px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.everydaysingapore.com/images/women-10k.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know right! First 5Km then later 10km :D:D I will say I'm pretty optimistic about all of them so please give me lots of support! I decided to go with no stress for the first but the second I swear I will train ! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another breaking news: I'm running with no other than Muscle Zoey!! Omg talk about fitness level.. I bet she will just scold me for running so slowly the whole time.. GOSH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-4386595117500581009?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/4386595117500581009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/04/run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4386595117500581009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4386595117500581009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/04/run.html' title='run'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-533755303985761619</id><published>2011-04-18T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:16:27.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackout</title><content type='html'>Oh no! I realized it has been quite some time since I have last blogged. Well, for now, my computer &lt;em&gt;appears&lt;/em&gt; (note the use of the word “appears” ) healthy but soon again, I predict another trip to the hospital at Funan. =.= Thankfully, I have not reload my music yet.. ( which means I’ve been surviving for the same 345 songs in my iPhone for almost 2 months.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, my life have been quite exciting!! Saturday was an eventful day for me!! Headed to VJC in the morning. I was dead exhausted but due to CCA commitments, what has to be done, has to be done. &lt;/p&gt;SO I arrived tada! Turns out my unreliable president &lt;s&gt;faked&lt;/s&gt; had MC and I was left with the rest. BUT, it was still fun! And more excitement happen when I met CHAIRMAN LMH yes! aka ESTHER :D:D and her HWA CHONG friends. Talk about being awkward. See, in a spur of a moment, Chairman and I, while reminiscing about old times, (yikes we sound so old, well for her at least, turning 18…fralalala I sang a Crescent version of happy birthday for her on the spot and caused the rest of her HC friends to LOL at me…anyway,) decided to go SHOPPING! So I dragged her out of her CCA outing and abandoned my own CCA outing and headed to *scape’s flea market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM NOT A WEIRDO. I felt so bad for not remembering it, but to make up for all the lost time, we took a huge A4 size photo of only the 2 of us together and printed it on spot. ( wow, the advantage of meeting at Canon Expose ) Problem is, now that the picture is so friggin huge, after hanging on the wall for one day no wait 14hours, (I thought to myself, no this isn’t it) and hastily stash it at my memory box. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do not regret going for the Crescent fun fair, despite initially planning to but at the last moment cancelling it. This was because I heard the rest of my gang ( sj fish,bel and yeh) didn’t turned up anyway due to succumbing to fatigue after 2.4km run. WTH!?! HAHAHA I mean sarah jane and fishy can run one leh! Bet they act tired only in front of guys hehe..&lt;/p&gt;Well, my trip with Chairman concluded on the promise that we SHOULD meet up more often AND watch cue *drum rolls* . . .&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uScHHW1NrKI/TU8olDyMfbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/PU2v2F9T74U/s1600/norwegian-wood_poster1.jpg"&gt; . &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uScHHW1NrKI/TU8olDyMfbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/PU2v2F9T74U/s1600/norwegian-wood_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uScHHW1NrKI/TU8olDyMfbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/PU2v2F9T74U/s1600/norwegian-wood_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uScHHW1NrKI/TU8olDyMfbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/PU2v2F9T74U/s1600/norwegian-wood_poster1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NORWEGIAN WOOD TOGETHER !! YAYAY! I was actually thinking of having to force Zoey to watch with me leh! By that it means that I might have to offer to pay for her movie ticket just to have company.. fwah! Nobody I know likes to watch such shows anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the time that I didn’t have my computer with me, I wanted to blog about sooo many things ranging from Japanese authors to PAP and how pink coloured shirt suits PM Lee when he was on the talkshow “I want to ask my Prime Minister…” (just like how bowties actually makes MM Lee look good too :O not everyone look good in bowties!) Ok and on a more serious note a rather cool video I’ve watched called: President Guide’s to Science from BBC Horizon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bah. Now no mood to blog about all these already.. BUT I CAN TELL you more about the movie 单身男女! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEUJek93vKQ/TZsHlkMQNYI/AAAAAAAABac/joieGzRAK4c/s1600/Don%2527t+Go+Breaking+My+Heart.jpg" /&gt; First and foremost some warning : I AM A BIASED VIEWER (specifically against Louis Koo) :D it’s not that I dislike him but I just prefer Daniel Wu a lot more plus, his character was super detestable in the film. Oh and might have spoiler ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AHHH! The movie was enjoyable only for the first 1 hour of the show, after that everything went downhill!! So much potential and then poof!! Why?! Why Johnnie Toh? Why? The story is fairly simple enough, I won’t go into details just see the movie poster you can tell what kind of story it is already.. The leads were eye-candy material too but after a while, it still wasn’t good enough to save the rest of the show. I mean, the story is already a DUH! But at least make the characters believable/likeable/impactful. &lt;/p&gt;FWAH! I was literally bursting with frustration throughout the entire movie… first with my strong dislike for Louis Koo and then it moved on to hating the girl for her fickle-mindedness ( I MEAN COME ON THE DANIEL WU CHARACTER TREATS YOU SO NICE WHY YOU STILL SO BLIND? ROAR!! What is this?!?! He cook for you, make magic for you, build buildings for you still not enough!?!? ) hahahaha the whole time while I criticize the movie, my mum was criticizing me for 1. Being so restless for watching. 2. Disliking Lousis Koo. HA! She and Jiali thinks he is better looking… YUCKS. Daniel Wu wins hands down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spent the first hour of my show enjoying it, half and hour cursing it, half and hour cringing at it and the whole time praying she ends up with the Daniel Wu character. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D I just cannot feel for the Louis Koo character. I understand the director was going for the 男人不坏女人不爱 concept for him but c’mon his character was WAY too much of a jerk….(should learn from the Korean drama directors how to make such characters jerk like but still to die for) that I cannot understand him. And the fact that Louis Koo was the one acting makes it doubly hard for me to sympathize his actions. Alright to give him some credit, at least his cheesy lines didn’t made me cringe as bad as Daniel Wu, to a certain extent, I guess he sounded ok. I mean when he expressed his love for the female lead my reactions were “ OMG SAY NO! DON’T END UP WITH HIM!” but when the Daniel Wu character uttered his love declaration I was like “ OMG why his accent spoils the romantic feel to the lines…” followed by immediate hair standing… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guessed I should just stick to my HongKong mafia movies.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-533755303985761619?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/533755303985761619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/04/blackout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/533755303985761619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/533755303985761619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/04/blackout.html' title='Blackout'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uScHHW1NrKI/TU8olDyMfbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/PU2v2F9T74U/s72-c/norwegian-wood_poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-4835839034532299172</id><published>2011-04-03T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:37:04.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm alive but Acer is not. Its been going in and out of the hospital these days so I doubt I will have chance to blog :( hope it gets well soon! Oh in the meanwhile, I've lost ALL my iTunes music so does anyone know how to teach me to copy all the music I have back into my iTunes library? DESPERATE to recover the files!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-4835839034532299172?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/4835839034532299172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/04/help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4835839034532299172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4835839034532299172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/04/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-2051280594740625275</id><published>2011-03-20T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:38:38.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talalala</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I feel like running away. To where? I do not know. Just for a while, I want to escape. Aish... these crazy thoughts again, my brain argues with me why are you being so unrealistic? Do you think they are useful? NO! It only poisons the mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-2051280594740625275?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/2051280594740625275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/03/talalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2051280594740625275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2051280594740625275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/03/talalala.html' title='talalala'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-7353105640154929237</id><published>2011-03-17T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:28:52.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice to A Son- Ernest Hemmingway</title><content type='html'>Never trust a white man,&lt;br /&gt;Never kill a Jew,&lt;br /&gt;Never sign a contract,&lt;br /&gt;Never rent a pew.&lt;br /&gt;Don't enlist in armies;&lt;br /&gt;Nor marry many wives;&lt;br /&gt;Never write for magazines;&lt;br /&gt;Never scratch your hives.&lt;br /&gt;Always put paper on the seat,&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe in wars,&lt;br /&gt;Keep yourself both clean and neat,&lt;br /&gt;Never marry whores.&lt;br /&gt;Never pay a blackmailer,&lt;br /&gt;Never go to law,&lt;br /&gt;Never trust a publisher,&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll sleep on straw.&lt;br /&gt;All your friends will leave you&lt;br /&gt;All your friends will die&lt;br /&gt;So lead a clean and wholesome life&lt;br /&gt;And join them in the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-7353105640154929237?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/7353105640154929237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/03/advice-to-son-ernest-hemmingway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7353105640154929237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7353105640154929237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/03/advice-to-son-ernest-hemmingway.html' title='Advice to A Son- Ernest Hemmingway'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-8231527586985429351</id><published>2011-03-17T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:12:52.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I'm not depressed</title><content type='html'>Shimin is right! Why do I spent so much time in life thinking about life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, yesterday night while walking again, I begin to ponder....Called Zoey and poor her, having to put up with the obnoxious (not depressed) me yet all the while replying  me with mono-syllable answers. Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;a href="mailto:NFJOERJXMFYLE!!@#$!(*%WAEWEFH"&gt;NFJOERJXMFYLE!!@#$!(*%WAEWEFH&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Her: Okkkk... (To give her credit she dragged the last kk to make it sound longer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that I'm exhibiting signs of depression which I highly doubt so but then again which drunkard admits to be drunk? I think neurotic might be a better word. OH! I cried while reading newspapers this morning too. Obviously its about the Japan natural disaster and nuclear crisis it is facing now duh...somehow its too disturbing and highly unnerving for the morning. I finally found time to read about it today ( considering how I had school on Mon-Wed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder how exactly I can help them and how life can be so insignificant. The death of a person just becomes part of a number printed on the news. Not even a name, no identification just part of the death toll. To quote Stalin " the death of a person is a tragedy but the death of a million just becomes a statistic". (I hope I'm right in the quotation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting news article also tells us how the reader's ability to feel for the death reports has some sort of diminishing return. One might think that the more reports of deaths in the news, the more the audience might sympathize but it turns out that the capacity to do so dies after awhile. We become desensitize. WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in an attempt to make myself happier and after much persuading from my friends + turns out that my neighbour is watching it too, I decided to give Secret Garden a shot. After all, I do have time to kill ( a little, I need to get to work once this blogpost is over) plus, it is seriously REMARKABLE how many people are talking about this drama! Even my mum who prefers  hongkong shows tells me she knows about it... what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its review will be coming soon! Please anticipate haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-8231527586985429351?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/8231527586985429351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-im-not-depressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8231527586985429351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8231527586985429351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-im-not-depressed.html' title='No, I&apos;m not depressed'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-5315542924349586222</id><published>2011-03-14T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:55:09.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first blogger now msn....</title><content type='html'>My friend here, is seduced by the bohemianism lifestyle. I told him to beware. Best not get distracted at his age. Yet I can see why, I can empathize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the March Holidays are here! Unlike some of my friends, I am only busy from Mon-Wed, which I have school, but for the rest of the week I am otherwise completely free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah!  I better plan or the holiday will probably slip past me even before I feel it! So far, the only holiday thing I did so far was to sleep for 4 hours today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm fantastic right. Gosh I feel like a pig now. Better start exercising then never...kk hopefully I can get to meet all the people I want to see :D In the meanwhile, I might consider watching Secret Garden! A friend of mine has been bugging me to give it a try.. Mmmm I wonder perhaps if I have time. (What is a holiday without slacking and watching drama...? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed. I CANNOT ACCESS my MSN messenger! OMG life sucks! I have that account since Primary 4 and they now tell me its bloody hacked and my account has been blocked since its used for sending spam messages. WHAT THE HECK?! I need to talk to people on msn!! HELP :( !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-5315542924349586222?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/5315542924349586222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-blogger-now-msn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5315542924349586222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5315542924349586222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-blogger-now-msn.html' title='first blogger now msn....'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-5640091884915650940</id><published>2011-03-10T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:09:19.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHH! A sudden change of events! Turns out Math might be my best paper so far ever! And the ironic part was I put in the least effort to study (well actually I was more like feeling too disheartened to study) LOL one more to go Literature!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished watching the King's Speech and AS EXPECTED it was very very much to expectations :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582344478179487282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jZh6KnKIOIs/TXh4ufPAbjI/AAAAAAAAA3o/l62IuG32YOM/s400/tumblr_le4ipfKVkx1qzgrg8o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad my mum prefer Black Swan, I think this one wins hands down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-5640091884915650940?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/5640091884915650940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/03/wahh-sudden-change-of-events-turns-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5640091884915650940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5640091884915650940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/03/wahh-sudden-change-of-events-turns-out.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jZh6KnKIOIs/TXh4ufPAbjI/AAAAAAAAA3o/l62IuG32YOM/s72-c/tumblr_le4ipfKVkx1qzgrg8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-4320687439280363855</id><published>2011-03-09T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:13:16.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES MARCH HOLIDAYS !! QUICK COME!! The common tests are killing me! ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total wipe out from just 3 papers. Two more to go go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-4320687439280363855?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/4320687439280363855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/03/yes-march-holidays-quick-come-common.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4320687439280363855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4320687439280363855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/03/yes-march-holidays-quick-come-common.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-1083555861416473362</id><published>2011-02-19T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:20:49.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok to the dying readership: please do not die out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the highly packed days, I hardly even on my computer. Even if I do, its really to get quick entertainment from Running Man and thats about all. I rarely read the newspapers too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I hate my current lifestyle!! (How can one skip newspapers!) NEED CHANGE! Shall move on to the films these days which seems quite promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who havent watched the Black Swan, its not really as good as it seems. Personally, I felt that its not really worth the hype. Ok it wasnt a bad movie but just above average. Not particularly splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinartarhan.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/black-swan-movie-poster-1020557703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 520px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 770px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://pinartarhan.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/black-swan-movie-poster-1020557703.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, it was a rather normal story of a ballerina's tragic transformation into her character in the play. Like finding her dark side and completely losing herself to perform till perfection. Add in the strong visual effects, moderate amount of gore and sex and there you have it. Alright, to give it some credit, Natalie Portman's acting was pretty good though.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND, I am more interested in The King's Speech. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundonsight.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/the-kings-speech-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 596px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.soundonsight.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/the-kings-speech-poster-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha :D this one seems to have more substance, (Black Swan is really more of a stylish film...)  better script and from what I heard, witty dialogues among the characters which is something I always enjoyed! So hoping I can watch this instead soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-1083555861416473362?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/1083555861416473362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/02/ok-to-dying-readership-please-do-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1083555861416473362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1083555861416473362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/02/ok-to-dying-readership-please-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-6497206836513875888</id><published>2011-02-09T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:08:17.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESS OK I know I'm super neglecting this blog but really these days is either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't know what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. I too lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. I forget what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. I got no time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA all these excuses! Oh well, today lesson's ended with LITERATURE and one feels enlightened all over again! OMg love literature HAHA the only lesson with my 101% full attention and enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is random.. Well, how was CNY? MINE WAS FANTASTIC!! HAHA wearing new dresses and having nice nails is always a bonus :D&lt;br /&gt;However I am not so lucky when gambling.... =.= lost a total of... $1.50 haha despite playing for 4 hours and shouting " huat ah!" every few mins... ( CANNOT MEH? I AM STINGY..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt really take too much photos because actually this time round most of my relative made an effort to engage me in some sort of activity and I guess I was too engrossed :D ! BUSY ALL 3 DAYS OF CNY OK? Since the stroke of midnight for the first day I was at Waterloo Street already with Dad, armed with josstick to pray in the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D First time going to the crowded one at Waterloo for CNY, usually my dad and I just go to the Thai temple at Henderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so much enjoyment, guess what? My post-CNY homework can bury me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, I shall not give up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-6497206836513875888?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/6497206836513875888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/02/yess-ok-i-know-im-super-neglecting-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6497206836513875888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6497206836513875888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/02/yess-ok-i-know-im-super-neglecting-this.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-19578392964774429</id><published>2011-01-31T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:49:19.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what my mum is reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stpressbooks.com.sg/images/T/HardTruths1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 451px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 659px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.stpressbooks.com.sg/images/T/HardTruths1401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep thats right! MM Lee's Hard Truth to Keep Singapore Going! :D My mum hardly ever reads!! And in fact, almost never once does she ever flip an English book. Impressive eh? So, I figured out that this is really a must-buy !!  In fact I brought it off the shelves once I heard its coming out on that Friday. HAHA totally worth every cent so go buy it now too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-19578392964774429?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/19578392964774429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/01/guess-what-my-mum-is-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/19578392964774429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/19578392964774429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/01/guess-what-my-mum-is-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-7719475008951402313</id><published>2011-01-23T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T14:00:16.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is something I like to share. See this : &lt;a href="http://www.chinanews.net/story/728199"&gt;http://www.chinanews.net/story/728199&lt;/a&gt; ( no its not virus its a newspaper article)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, my reactions towards this news was one of great shock and doubts. I mean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;! Don't you think its really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; too absurd&lt;/em&gt; for such a thing to happen in reality? Jumping into a river (and not JUST any river), but the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yellow River&lt;/span&gt;! No joke. And for what? As the headlines states, a BMW. Sounds like some scene from a Korean Drama &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; it? *cues Temptation of the Wife &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OST&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading on, my thoughts moved from "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; what the heck" to " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; what the hell.." I mean if you imagine the scenario, 2 mistress arguing for a BMW ( please note BMW not the man! ) and in order to prove their love for the BMW ( you don't really believe their thinly veiled excuse of their love for Wang do you? ) they 跳进黄河。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally, a " you jump I jump" scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come lucky Passer-by A who rescued the women and ended up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; a reward by Wang who arrived to the scene with the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FWAH&lt;/span&gt; WIN! 大老婆 come and 臭骂 the 2 mistress plus demanded that the BMW is hers. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; making their dramatic acts of love, really in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; thinking about this seriously, I really sympathised all 3 women. I'm totally staring at a materialistic world, like it or not, this sort of thing really exist. And you've just witnessed it in one of the most extreme level. There are a lot of issues brought up here and I think honestly, I'm glad I am not in their position. Made me cherish all that I have. ( including my dad's BMW :D ) Laughing at them is one thing, learning from them is another. Will you jump for a BMW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different but not entirely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; note, don't you think this is a good advertisement for BMW? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Flash a shiny new BMW car shot across the scenic Yellow River, glistening under the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tag line&lt;/span&gt; comes up : 为了它我愿意... then feature gorgeous model jumping for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG ITS SUCH A GOOD ADVERT, based on true story somemore! BMW will make tons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-7719475008951402313?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/7719475008951402313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-is-something-i-like-to-share.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7719475008951402313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7719475008951402313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-is-something-i-like-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-1750880133193589723</id><published>2011-01-18T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:04:07.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick flash of the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TTWpJRXK4FI/AAAAAAAAA3c/PdmYXsz0YJk/s1600/tumblr_ldegx8LHan1qc865uo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563538891430617170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TTWpJRXK4FI/AAAAAAAAA3c/PdmYXsz0YJk/s400/tumblr_ldegx8LHan1qc865uo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;STILL ALIVE AND KICKING! JUST DEAD BUSY! :D I guess you just have to wait awhile before I gain momentum and adjust. Before that, hopefully, I will upload tons of photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; here's a quick summary of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whatishappeningsofar&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mad rush for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; preparations at home.&lt;br /&gt;-Crazy mugging for sudden topical tests for 2 H2 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;-Recovering from the effects of a blistered foot.&lt;br /&gt;-Detesting the new timetable and adapting to PE.&lt;br /&gt;-Familiarising &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; with all my new teachers which is almost every single one except literature (YES!) who remained the same.&lt;br /&gt;- Getting used to being a J2 :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-1750880133193589723?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/1750880133193589723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-alive-and-kicking-just-dead-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1750880133193589723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1750880133193589723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-alive-and-kicking-just-dead-busy.html' title='quick flash of the days'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TTWpJRXK4FI/AAAAAAAAA3c/PdmYXsz0YJk/s72-c/tumblr_ldegx8LHan1qc865uo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-2836336538019305061</id><published>2011-01-06T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:07:31.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt; everyone go watch 英雄本色 now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; it got everything I like! The original one not the Korean remake! Let there be A Better Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.filmposter.net/fileadmin/user_upload/Filmposter/4717.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;( Searched damn hard for the Mandrain tittle of this poster..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I've watched the sequel but never the first one so I begged my mom to get it for me and I have no regrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 5 min of the show and you will understand why its so my type :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangsters? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flappy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Trench coat&lt;/span&gt;? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroic Bloodshed? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking in a heck-care lung cancer manner? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fwah&lt;/span&gt; and I even remembered a few lines from the movie.... Those were really quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;impactful&lt;/span&gt; with the way the characters delivered them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken 哥(played by 曾江) ：做人要有原则，什么事就不怕！要坚持！*then proceeds to spits out blood after being punched by baddies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tse&lt;/span&gt;-Ho (played by Ti Lung) :你相信神吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 哥（played by Chou-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fatt&lt;/span&gt;) ：相信。我就是神。如果能把握自己的一切就是神。(something along that lines &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tse&lt;/span&gt;-Ho looks at him with a pained expression before saying:有些事,不是一定能自己把握的。　&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! And all the actors were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; young back then! Leslie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheung&lt;/span&gt; was still alive and not gay! He actually had a kissing scene and I think if he was still alive, I'll &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; vote him to be one of the 天王。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA :D Have A Better Tomorrow! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-2836336538019305061?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/2836336538019305061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/01/ahh-everyone-go-watch-now-haha-it-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2836336538019305061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2836336538019305061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/01/ahh-everyone-go-watch-now-haha-it-got.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-7755372934752174670</id><published>2011-01-01T12:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:17:32.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 O 1 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TR61ibetCPI/AAAAAAAAA3E/yCiBfWnR-eQ/s1600/tumblr_le9kj5YpOq1qzahuvo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557078593318488306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TR61ibetCPI/AAAAAAAAA3E/yCiBfWnR-eQ/s400/tumblr_le9kj5YpOq1qzahuvo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!! I AM EIGHTEEN!! MUHAHAHA 2011 here we come!! Did you spent it with your loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TR61iwfAO3I/AAAAAAAAA3U/m8vkf1B9pDI/s1600/tumblr_le9tblMjkN1qzahuvo1_r2_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557078598956890994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TR61iwfAO3I/AAAAAAAAA3U/m8vkf1B9pDI/s400/tumblr_le9tblMjkN1qzahuvo1_r2_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TR61ikosO8I/AAAAAAAAA3M/wsAzwuWhxWQ/s1600/tumblr_le7gc4rJOR1qfsbkwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557078595776297922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TR61ikosO8I/AAAAAAAAA3M/wsAzwuWhxWQ/s400/tumblr_le7gc4rJOR1qfsbkwo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Short message from me : To everyone! May your 2011 be filled with excitement, madness and wonders that even you can hardly imagined. Dye your hair! Kiss a girl! Kiss a guy! Kiss a bi! Strike lottery! Win in poker! Lose 10kg! Gain 20kg! Get high! Get low! Get depressed! Get drunk! Learn to drive! And of course never lose sight of your goals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-7755372934752174670?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/7755372934752174670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-o-1-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7755372934752174670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7755372934752174670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-o-1-1.html' title='2 O 1 1'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TR61ibetCPI/AAAAAAAAA3E/yCiBfWnR-eQ/s72-c/tumblr_le9kj5YpOq1qzahuvo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-1230020505494153512</id><published>2010-12-30T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:53:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 life lessons from 象棋</title><content type='html'>1. Every action we make in life has it's advantages and disadvantages. Moving 炮 first at the center is neither a right/wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. However every move has it's own consequence/effect on the battle field. It's just a matter of time before we realize the impact it caused. Moving a 兵 forward can have a greater effect than imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The 将军 is the key in the game. Even if you gain a 车 in the process you can still lose. Sometimes we get worried over minor complications that we forget what is truly important. In life, it's is important that we do not lose ourselves to greed but instead constantly work towards our goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Something really insignificant can also become threatening/powerful. Once a 兵过河 it should never be underestimated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Patience is a skill and tolerance is a mark of good chessman. The opponent may taunt you but do not lose faith/ sink to their level. A clear mind and calmness will help to see you through and make the best decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Playing aggressively can result in excessive losses. Defending constantly can only make you more vulnerable to other attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The are opportunity cost in every move. With the 车 restricting the 马车 area, that prevents it to be used for attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Each game of chess will comes THE moment. Just like in life, these moment are life-changing. You may be losing initially but once the opponent makes one wrong move, victory might just becomes yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sometimes the best plans might not turned out well because they have seen through by the opponent. Changing tactic might throw them off guard. Adaptation is crucial for survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ultimately, play with good sportsmanship and fight honorably. A unscrupulous win or giving up easily; one might not play at all then/ live at all for they lose purpose altogether.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-1230020505494153512?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/1230020505494153512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-life-lessons-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1230020505494153512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1230020505494153512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-life-lessons-from.html' title='10 life lessons from 象棋'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-2671787093424289241</id><published>2010-12-27T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:35:36.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My feet is aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaboom! Just returned from post-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping and I really feel as if the holiday is ending. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well all good things must come to an end. I admit, this holiday was one of the most enjoyable. Maybe it is because I have nothing to worry about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I think its a phase thing. In fact I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; go out much actually. Not as much as my Secondary-school years. I spent most of the time meeting people, dining and reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about gaining weight. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; too of course but I doubt its of any use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;! On a happier note, I believe this drama: Mary Stayed Out All Night is making my days more bearable! Somehow, I really like the concept behind it (well, not so much after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ep&lt;/span&gt;11) especially the beginning which held me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of two random people &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by the power of fate&lt;/span&gt; brings them random encounters that ties them together. Ultimately falling in love under almost-impossible circumstances. To grasp more of the romantic feeling, the main lead is a musician (geddit? geddit?) er street kind and his genre? Rock. 0.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I admit, I have a thing for such dramas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; those that have the very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt; Coffee Prince feeling to it. Nice poetic setting. Good lines. Strong characterization. (For those who have no idea what Coffee Prince is, oh well, its one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yingli's&lt;/span&gt; top drama of all time :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I shall have a proper post on dramas soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-2671787093424289241?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/2671787093424289241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-feet-is-aching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2671787093424289241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2671787093424289241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-feet-is-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-3512821458538495454</id><published>2010-12-26T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T15:54:45.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas people! It was a lonely one for me this year. Stayed at home like any normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No champagne.&lt;br /&gt;No food.&lt;br /&gt;No celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was contented. I guess this is part of ageing right? I rather stayed at home then face the crowd outside. Its all chaos and pandemonium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I want to wish everyone reading this now a very cherry Merry Christmas! 2011 is coming now in a few more days and I think it will be fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to being 18! Driving license, 4D, clubbing, credit card &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fwah&lt;/span&gt; so many things I can do! Not that I will actually be addicted to them but the thought of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experiencing&lt;/span&gt; so many NEW stuff is quite exciting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially driving! Wooohoo! No more 186/waiting for buses!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say bye bye to my ezlink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-3512821458538495454?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/3512821458538495454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/haha-d-merry-christmas-people-it-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3512821458538495454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3512821458538495454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/haha-d-merry-christmas-people-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-107120248307474202</id><published>2010-12-24T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T16:51:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TRReTaxqk5I/AAAAAAAAA2g/GGzIFQ9R3Lw/s1600/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554167928152822674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TRReTaxqk5I/AAAAAAAAA2g/GGzIFQ9R3Lw/s400/095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TRReTML_WfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/1HE1qDhC1UE/s1600/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554167924236704242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TRReTML_WfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/1HE1qDhC1UE/s400/093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TRReTKJrFHI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/L2gDNiDcH6w/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554167923690116210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TRReTKJrFHI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/L2gDNiDcH6w/s400/092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TRReSwqh0WI/AAAAAAAAA2I/JB0heKTBGY4/s1600/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554167916848599394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TRReSwqh0WI/AAAAAAAAA2I/JB0heKTBGY4/s400/088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A jumble of photos in my iPhone :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TRReS7CFIaI/AAAAAAAAA2A/t4cUCLuI3FU/s1600/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-107120248307474202?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/107120248307474202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/jumble-of-photos-in-my-iphone-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/107120248307474202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/107120248307474202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/jumble-of-photos-in-my-iphone-d.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TRReTaxqk5I/AAAAAAAAA2g/GGzIFQ9R3Lw/s72-c/095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-6829946166803643902</id><published>2010-12-20T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:00:02.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theconfused</title><content type='html'>It all starts today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-6829946166803643902?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/6829946166803643902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/theconfused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6829946166803643902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6829946166803643902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/theconfused.html' title='theconfused'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-3649127150431643218</id><published>2010-12-17T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:36:59.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TQuDhzh3bAI/AAAAAAAAA14/aA9DXjROEd0/s1600/tumblr_l6wx6r7F3N1qzhr8k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551675582455442434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TQuDhzh3bAI/AAAAAAAAA14/aA9DXjROEd0/s400/tumblr_l6wx6r7F3N1qzhr8k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TQuDhieum2I/AAAAAAAAA1w/oU0d4ae2TS4/s1600/tumblr_l6wx5eEL9E1qzhr8k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551675577878879074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TQuDhieum2I/AAAAAAAAA1w/oU0d4ae2TS4/s400/tumblr_l6wx5eEL9E1qzhr8k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TQuDhfXmdkI/AAAAAAAAA1o/LObTTdiC4AQ/s1600/tumblr_l6wwzwxCsP1qzhr8k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551675577043678786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TQuDhfXmdkI/AAAAAAAAA1o/LObTTdiC4AQ/s400/tumblr_l6wwzwxCsP1qzhr8k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last one is my favourite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-3649127150431643218?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/3649127150431643218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-one-is-my-favourite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3649127150431643218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3649127150431643218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-one-is-my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TQuDhzh3bAI/AAAAAAAAA14/aA9DXjROEd0/s72-c/tumblr_l6wx6r7F3N1qzhr8k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-4856615589812683909</id><published>2010-12-12T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:30:25.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder if anyone tried going out alone before? The sense of solitude when you walk down the streets ignoring the weird stares shot by others. Well, I tried that not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I freaked out of course. But later on the weird stares and self consciousness slowly ebbed away. People don't stare at you for long. They have to mind their own business too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hid at a familiar place, somewhere which I never felt out of place or uncomfortable there. The bookstore :D . Somehow, holding a book on my hand or being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;engrossed&lt;/span&gt; with its contents gives me the perfect excuse to be oblivious at my surroundings. I can pretend to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;invisible&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had the experience of eating alone. I never thought that day would come! One cannot remember when was the last time I ever dined by myself. The food seems tastier than usual and you are not forced to hold a conversation. It was just between me and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kimchi&lt;/span&gt; soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some slight issues again before seating down like many thoughts popping into my head. I imagined the thoughts of the other patrons, looking at me like a sea slug or something. What a loner/loser! Why is she alone? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Doesn't&lt;/span&gt; she has friends? Who eats alone anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These voices were screaming at me. Still, I had to overcome the dread. The hunger pangs win over the irrational mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you see, even when I managed to ignore this self-consciousness issue, another unexpected problem arise which was that I had nothing better else to do but to eat. The complexity of this action made me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hesitate&lt;/span&gt; a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I carried an act that involves just eating. Not to mention eating &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alone outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I take out my iPhone to look as if I'm doing something while eating? Should I read something while eating? Or should I just listen to music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I thought of doing all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of cooling my soup and brainstorming, the first 3 mouthful of soup burned my tongue. And everything became crystal clear. The situation was CLEARLY absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST EAT! And I did! That meal never felt more spiritual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-4856615589812683909?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/4856615589812683909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wonder-if-anyone-tried-going-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4856615589812683909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4856615589812683909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wonder-if-anyone-tried-going-out.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-6425063763677102424</id><published>2010-12-09T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:57:28.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAME!</title><content type='html'>Ok I think I just have to live with it. Just when you think everything is over, life just throws something new at you. D: ( and I'm talking about my Mummified-hair ) Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of things since I last blogged and to list a few blog worthy stuff are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vietnam Trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Met with Yeh Chi and gang AGAIN this time to Marina Barrage to fly kite!&lt;br /&gt;3. Accompanied my neighbour to JYP audition today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I'm so tired now. We woke up at 545am (at least I did for the sake of perming my hair... ) and left house at 645am to head to Chua Chu Kang MRT station before travelling again later to Senja MRT ( bet you never heard of that place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! Do you know how far that is!? Plus its my first time taking LRT too! Didn't even know such a thing existed in Singapore :O ( ok maybe I heard about it before but honestly the whole journey in it was completely new.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWAH after much sweat we've reached the area and waited from 8am-12.59pm to queue up for the audition.The actual singing thingy he only took a mere 1min. Looks like tons of Singaporeans really try to live the "superstar dream". I was so dead beat by then. Still, it was a great experience to see so many people singing/dancing just to have a chance to be famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragging the two little kids along, after neighbour's audition, I was really too tired to walk/do any thing else but to agree and watch Disney's Rapunzel in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disnology.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Disney-Tangled-Poster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 525px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.disnology.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Disney-Tangled-Poster-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Ok I admit a small part of me wanted to watch it too. I wasn't all that reluctant. Afterall I grew up watching all the Disney's princesses movies (including the latest one before this) so why now finish the full set? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know its weird but my favourite scenes involves the frying pan and the cute chameleon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplywallpaper.net/pictures/2010/10/17/disney-tangled-pascal-wallpaper-1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 504px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://simplywallpaper.net/pictures/2010/10/17/disney-tangled-pascal-wallpaper-1032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gordonandthewhale.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/tangled_movie_image_rapunzel_01-600x316.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK I'm quite sleepy now so I guess I shall talk more the next time :D for now, I'm debating if I should watch my Running Man Ep 17 (heard that this one is quite funny) or go to sleep !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'm quite :( the fact that the drama Mary Stayed Out All Night only releases 2 episodes per week. HOW LONG MORE SHOULD I WAIT?! ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: I think I should go and sleep. Usually if I watched a movie, I normally will talk a lot about it but as you can see this time round, I simply mentioned a litte. Guess I'm really sleepy. But to be frank, the movie deserves 3/5 stars. Maybe because I'm getting old already and the fairytale-disney-formula doesn't really impress me compared to when I was a young girl. The dreams +inspiration talk and all felt unrealistic and almost unattainble as I grew older with the years. Maybe that's why Disney films dont really connect to me the way they do 12 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to maintain a child-like mentality as the years go by. We can only hope to preserve the feelings we once felt but indeed, its difficult to feel it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-6425063763677102424?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/6425063763677102424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/ok-i-think-i-just-have-to-live-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6425063763677102424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6425063763677102424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/ok-i-think-i-just-have-to-live-with-it.html' title='FAME!'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-6308272382045290778</id><published>2010-12-06T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:40:53.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; BACK! But I'm recovering from shock and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trauma&lt;/span&gt; ( no its not from Vietnam. the country is great!) because of my new hairstyle :(( My morale plunge to an all time low now SIGH....How did I make myself look like an Egyptian mummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHH friends I need youuuu D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-6308272382045290778?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/6308272382045290778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-back-but-im-recovering-from-shock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6308272382045290778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6308272382045290778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-back-but-im-recovering-from-shock.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-8035267540089579873</id><published>2010-11-29T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:19:32.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK I'm flying off now to Vietnam! Pray hard for me! Safe trip and all I'll do my best to lug home as much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt; as possible :D :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-8035267540089579873?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/8035267540089579873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-im-flying-off-now-to-vietnam-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8035267540089579873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/8035267540089579873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-im-flying-off-now-to-vietnam-pray.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-5042920356803563592</id><published>2010-11-28T13:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:06:11.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boardgames on Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Remember I went out with my Yeh Chi and gang on Hari Raya? Hehehe ok I'm finally posting pictures. According to Yeh Chi's&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;ultimate plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; it consists of : a stroll in the river plan,lunch and boardgames by the quay :D good planning eh?! What else can I expect from an OGL + House Leader hahahaha the outing was a success :D except for 超级失望 dino aka Kristy who didn't turn up... ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544466706220461138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TPHnF-1ALFI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Sw-gWnqYTWo/s400/Clique%2BOuting%2B008.JPG" /&gt;We were lucky on that day too, there was some sort of event at the shopping mall and they were handing out free cotton candy! Weehee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TPHnG2GHC5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/0D-UmJemqwg/s1600/Clique%2BOuting%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544466721056164754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TPHnG2GHC5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/0D-UmJemqwg/s400/Clique%2BOuting%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually, it was only Ester who was excited about it at first, Yeh Chi only to be completely won over later on. Ask her to cam-whore but she focus on food instead..so most of her pictures end up looking like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TPHnGvQJVQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/fqstHq-IIrs/s1600/Clique%2BOuting%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544466719219209474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TPHnGvQJVQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/fqstHq-IIrs/s400/Clique%2BOuting%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I AM THE PINK COTTON MONSTER!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt; watch me mesh two cotton candy into one!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAAA&lt;/span&gt; she regretted it later on though...the consequence of being a pig... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; Chi totally took Belinda's share :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TPHnGQiWU9I/AAAAAAAAA1I/k8pjeEnxwwg/s1600/Clique%2BOuting%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544466710974059474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TPHnGQiWU9I/AAAAAAAAA1I/k8pjeEnxwwg/s400/Clique%2BOuting%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; only Janice came and took picture with me!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; Ester and Belinda was too engrossed in the teddy bears &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exhibition&lt;/span&gt; :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TPHnHS6KGhI/AAAAAAAAA1g/KF8KQlEKeQU/s1600/Clique%2BOuting%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 417px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544466728790661650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TPHnHS6KGhI/AAAAAAAAA1g/KF8KQlEKeQU/s400/Clique%2BOuting%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group photo :))) Belinda looking exactly the same! Janice now with cooler bangs, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; Chi the would-be-future-leader and Ester in her "daring clothes" ( as mentioned countless of times throughout the whole day by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; :D ) which is actually good for me since I was hoping she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; bugged me about my long dress :D . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YESH&lt;/span&gt;~ WE MUST MEET AGAIN! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-5042920356803563592?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/5042920356803563592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/remember-i-went-out-with-my-yeh-chi-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5042920356803563592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/5042920356803563592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/remember-i-went-out-with-my-yeh-chi-and.html' title='Boardgames on Hari Raya'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TPHnF-1ALFI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Sw-gWnqYTWo/s72-c/Clique%2BOuting%2B008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-6646960449004086024</id><published>2010-11-25T17:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:30:03.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Skipped The Curfew</title><content type='html'>I think I'm officially a drama addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When randomly flipping through some magazine, I caught a picture of this girl above- Moon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geun&lt;/span&gt; Young and I really liked her dressing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 825px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dongdrama.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/MoonGeunYoung_MaryStayedOut_p2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its totally my type now these days I'm into the Bohemian-sense of style. To hell with leather jacket. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; maybe not perhaps after watching some other show I will fall in love with the punk-rock dressing again &lt;strong&gt;but for now THIS IS IT!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I gathered that she's acting for this show called Mary Stayed Out All Night and currently, I am chasing it :D Honestly, its her fashion sense that really draws me. The show is not that fantastic I think. Still, others might defer if they previously watched You're Beautiful and totally hearts the male lead. I, however, hearts the female lead ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 584px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.koreandramasonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/mary_stayed_out_posters.jpg1_.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I'm really bored these days look I even painted my nails different colours! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! I went Starbucks at Coronation Plaza while waiting for my sister's basketball training to end :) it was raining. It was romantic. I was drinking weird tea (1st time! In a coffee cafe I brought tea) enjoying some time alone. Sometimes, being alone is actually quite satisfactory. Watching people walking by in multi-coloured umbrellas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TO_XuImKruI/AAAAAAAAA0o/J7fiopwENSg/s1600/IMG_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543886853897891554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TO_XuImKruI/AAAAAAAAA0o/J7fiopwENSg/s400/IMG_0697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (You can see my Chinese &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Confucius&lt;/span&gt; Book and the view I was facing. It was a nice feeling reading on my own. :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TO_Xt-LpbKI/AAAAAAAAA0g/FVXr9Oy0xcs/s1600/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543886851102305442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TO_Xt-LpbKI/AAAAAAAAA0g/FVXr9Oy0xcs/s400/IMG_0698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then all of a sudden excited Dad gave me a call! Before I realised what was going on ZOOM! we've off to Best Denki to get an iPad. Look at me feeling calm and actually to be honest quite unenthusiathic. I was the most pessimistic member in our family regarding the issue of getting an iPad. Despite all my protest I was overruled by the KGB party(overbearing and dominative dad and younger sister combi) ... sigh... what waste of $728... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TO_cHTnmDII/AAAAAAAAA04/w1cWpsk_t-Q/s1600/IMG_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543891684399910018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TO_cHTnmDII/AAAAAAAAA04/w1cWpsk_t-Q/s400/IMG_0687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But look what I saw! While in Best Denki the group of little kids looking so papably happy just to play the iPad for a few minutes! HAHA especially the one in the centre. Just imagine my dad waiting for his turn to get his hands on it and after while looking exactly like the small kid- &lt;em&gt;in the same exact pose&lt;/em&gt; OMG. =.= ( I quickly brisk walk away )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT the iPad hype is contagious! Everyone in the family is totally in love with it except me. ROAR. Whatever I have my books as companions :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-6646960449004086024?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/6646960449004086024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/mary-skipped-curfew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6646960449004086024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/6646960449004086024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/mary-skipped-curfew.html' title='Mary Skipped The Curfew'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TO_XuImKruI/AAAAAAAAA0o/J7fiopwENSg/s72-c/IMG_0697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-4564005607705454653</id><published>2010-11-24T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T12:02:26.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others are busying themselves in various activities ( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCIP&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OGL&lt;/span&gt; meetings, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; and all that stuff) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; Li is free of all those! Which leaves her free to meet anyone who asked me out and do whatever she pleases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is so awesome. I hope I wont regret later on by simply wasting my time away... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; ( high chance though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing lately? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. well as I said I just met Esther &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LMH&lt;/span&gt; not long ago! And now I'm off to meet the other Ester but before that I've decided to blog a while about my plans of the remaining days before I waste them ALL away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to get on doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CIP&lt;/span&gt; (?) anyone wants to do with me?  OR got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lobang&lt;/span&gt; please inform me!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; STUDY DUH!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise like crazily. I love my body too much. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK now its just left to planning out my days exactly. *takes out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;calendar&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think I should bore you guys with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; so I think I should just go about doing it on my own so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TADA&lt;/span&gt; for now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-4564005607705454653?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/4564005607705454653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-so-free-while-others-are-busying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4564005607705454653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/4564005607705454653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-so-free-while-others-are-busying.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-406789353848941801</id><published>2010-11-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T17:39:28.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TOuLnWLlZ-I/AAAAAAAAAz4/SPpQquZHBzU/s1600/24wtycl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542677274494855138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TOuLnWLlZ-I/AAAAAAAAAz4/SPpQquZHBzU/s400/24wtycl.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-406789353848941801?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/406789353848941801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/406789353848941801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/406789353848941801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TOuLnWLlZ-I/AAAAAAAAAz4/SPpQquZHBzU/s72-c/24wtycl.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-1999016714916105594</id><published>2010-11-23T02:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T03:57:10.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a sudden inspiration to blog at 2.51am in the morning. After eating instant noodles with Perrier water and watching a bit of Golden Horse Awards, my mind feels sharper than ever. God I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gaining&lt;/span&gt; weight instead of losing it! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright and I am going to blog about fear.To be more specific my fear. I met Esther &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LMH&lt;/span&gt; aka Chairman, just today so I think she probably knows &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; about them already. Well, this is the more elaborated version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, these days (I guess boredom is driving me to some point whereby I keep questioning myself) every night as I lay on my bed, I think of the CRAZIEST, WEIRDEST, FUNNIEST stuff. Which obviously does NOT help me to sleep. Worse of all, with such an active mind, I will start having exhausting absurd dreams which mentally drains me when I wake up, feeling as though like I never slept at all. The vicious cycle goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, one of the dreams &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; left me an impact which brings me back to the main point of this 2.58am blog post. Which got to do with my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream, I am looking from a 3rd party's point of view ( which is already weird to begin with, since its always from my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POV&lt;/span&gt; ) and I see myself looking older maybe 25 years old (?) with slight makeup in white collar pinstripes shirt. I look professional :D roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; however, somehow this foggy vision of me sitting on the desk, sorting out tons of paper and typing made me feel empty and slowly, I drifted from one job to another. (I see myself in flashes. The scene changes and I am in different kinds of jobs..strangely I was wearing the same shirt but I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why its a dream :D..) Yet I was never happy. In fact I simply looked downright exhausted. And then the 3rd party-me felt a pang of realization. I CANNOT VISUALIZE MYSELF WORKING IN ALL THE PLACES I THOUGHT I WANTED TO WORK IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think getting this "dream job" will make me happier but obviously I am proven wrong. It's like you are working towards this goal but what if the "goal" is actually not really your goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, the other "me" in the dream continued on and on in various sets of routines until I ( the 3rd party me viewing the dream) was unable to tolerate my own blindness and screamed and I woke up hearing my own voice, higher by 10 decibels in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt as if I never slept at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear is completely rational right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then another fear of mine involves being worried that I 嫁不出去. This is also completely rational right? After all, I am a normal female being. Honestly I imagined myself 27 years old and still single. OUCH. That is a painful image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then slowly all the other small &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minuscule&lt;/span&gt; fears started bubbling but after deep pondering at 3.14am, I realise that most of them comes from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF MY GREATEST FEAR OF NOT BEING ABLE TO MEET THE EXPECTATIONS OF OTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever encountered a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boggart&lt;/span&gt; ( check it out you Harry Potter idiot!) it will probably transformed itself to my closed ones looking disappointed at me. If Hermione's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boggart&lt;/span&gt; is Professor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mcgonagall&lt;/span&gt; telling her she failed everything, mine would be like my parents telling me I disappoint them as a daughter, Ms Loo telling me I disappoint her as a student, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shimin&lt;/span&gt; telling me I disappoint her as a friend. Ya that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how some people always say live for yourself, I really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I'm that kind. I live for others. I am a people's people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE, I share another fear similar to Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weasley&lt;/span&gt; but that one is a bit too common I think its only natural that everyone should feel the same way. Just that the one mentioned just now was more personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. But whats the point of meeting people's expectations if you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; happy with the choices yourself? A trip last Sunday to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; made me consider if I should ever have a child at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; is damn packed. I was squashed between this family of three while my Dad and sister got food. Looking at how that mother coped with her young child made me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt; rather horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING THIS IS FROM A BIASED &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POV&lt;/span&gt; YOU MAY ACTUALLY FIND THIS SCENE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ERM&lt;/span&gt; what-you-called noble mother/heartwarming but honestly I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;And this is my blog :P &lt;/s&gt;( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I should not talk like that it makes me sound childish )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the baby was making a lot of noise, the father was taking his turn to look after the child while the hungry mother quickly shoved all the food in her mouth. They were obviously unable to eat quietly when their child was making quite a scene in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;, drawing do-something-about-your-child stares from other customers. Finally, still with a half eaten plate of salmon, the mother swooped the baby onto her arms and started to sing to him/her hoping to appease him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously the baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get her intentions and cried harder, grabbing her face/hair/shirt/breast with his/her fists. Mother gives up hope comforting him/her and suddenly, still carrying the baby, she turns away, flipped her shirt and stuffed her nipple into his/her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, even before my Dad and sister came back from purchasing the food, that family had already left (with their plate of salmon still half eaten.) I swear that was one of the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;traumatising&lt;/span&gt; scene I've witnessed. (and I like to watch Mafia movies). I told myself &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shakily&lt;/span&gt; but firmly: I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; WANT TO BE LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while, my other rational thought came in and that was the fact that I was being selfish, immature, worsening Singapore birth rate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blablabla&lt;/span&gt; even my own father once told me ( in one of the most uncomfortable conversation we ever had) that it was simply unnatural not to give birth. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! I'm scared that I'm not able to meet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; expectations of me. But I'm also scared that by doing so, I'm not meeting my own expectations of myself and thus be unhappy later on. Plus I'm scared that even if I do both, either way I'll still regret even later later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I'm such a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scaredy&lt;/span&gt; cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;On a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; yet related note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just told me something though... after feeling agitated with my father she hissed：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"下次找老公不要找有钱的! 找一个疼你的更重要!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 不然不要嫁也可以！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fwah&lt;/span&gt; win! At least my mom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mind the fact that I remain a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bachelotte&lt;/span&gt;! Compared to my dad, on this stand, she is more modern 一点! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm really sleepy now actually this is pure ramble so I have no idea what I just said so just wait for my Harry Potter review bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-1999016714916105594?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/1999016714916105594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-sudden-inspiration-to-blog-at-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1999016714916105594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1999016714916105594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-sudden-inspiration-to-blog-at-2.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-7044817603319141882</id><published>2010-11-13T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:08:49.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok what have I been up to these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Counting down to HP movie.&lt;br /&gt;- Going Kino&lt;br /&gt;- Reading my 2 Chinese Books ( consisting on one about Confucius and another Wuxia.. )&lt;br /&gt;- Counting down to HP movie AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;- Eating and checking out Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;- Watching Sungkyunkwan Scandal... ( SKK drama)&lt;br /&gt;- Finally counting down to HP movie forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant help it... wherever I go, I see HP movie poster. And whenever that happen I can't help but hum the HP music and stay stationary for 10 seconds, mesmerized by the AWESOMENESS of it and well then pose like them for the next 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA today I spent my day in heels with Zoey!! And as usual, we can only expect to go unexpected places together right? The battle was between Little India but turns out we headed to Expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SOMEONE GOT THE BLOODY WRONG LOCATION! Borders Sales is in Suntec not Expo!!! Oh my poor feet. They are now red and sore and covered with blisters... well too bad, a small sacrifice to match my outfit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, we shopped at the Robinsons sales in Expo like a bunch of aunties and brought vitamins :))) I like my gummy bears multi vite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And yesterday at Kino I brought 2 Chinese books that I really DO NOT REGRET! The first one is about Confucius sayings and although you might think its boring, the book is actually really meaningful! I'm reading a small section each time I sleep to gain enlightenment. I admit that some parts are really quite difficult to comprehend and those that I can understand is even more difficult to perform so in real life...SO WHATS THE POINT OF GOING THROUGH THE TROUBLE OF READING IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its mainly for seeking truth and principles lah. I believe some point in time, one needs a little direction so why not seek help from him? HAHA I swear, its really hard to understand in Chinese BUT, I'm a purist and I strongly sense that some of the meaning/impact might be lost if I read the English version of it. Sure it might be easier but hey, we shouldn't take the easy way out. Besides, the version I brought is considered simplified with explanations some more so I guess its actually quite ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I get interested in this anyway? Well, believe it or not, its because of the SKK drama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yellowcinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/SKK-Scandal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 750px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.yellowcinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/SKK-Scandal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA some parts really stuck to me and this is one of them.. Ok I'm going to digress abit about my books since its kind of linked to the drama :P... I guess boredom really drive me nuts, I ended up watching my most disliked DBSK member acting in a drama HAHA actually the real reason I watched it was because of Song Joong Ki ( the Gu Yong Ha aka Yeorim? character ) I liked him in Running Man so I thought since I had the time might as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kakakweasley.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/esp191-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 542px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://kakakweasley.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/esp191-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow it really paid off! HE IS THE BEST!! HE IS THE MY NEXT IDOL!! haha but guess what? I stopped watching once the male and female leads got together so technically I didn't finish the show... The story is kind of like Your Beautiful but of course the after effects is so different please.. Jang Geun Suk didnt really have this impact on me unlike Song Joong Ki! AHHH * does fan girl scream* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*piak slap oneself and count down to HP * anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT IS THE WUXIA BOOK! ROAR!! OMG that one really jaw-dropping. Ever heard of 笑傲江湖 from Jin Yong? Its the best! HAHA ok actually I wanted to buy 倚天屠龙记 but due to unable to find it, I guess 笑傲江湖 will do! Ok to be honest, this fiction book although its a lot simpler to understand content-wise, language wise is much of headache.. but I shall perserve! &lt;a href="http://kaleidoscope.cultural-china.com/chinaWH/upload/upfiles/2009-11/10/the_smiling_proud_wanderer035ca756948c9cec9aed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://kaleidoscope.cultural-china.com/chinaWH/upload/upfiles/2009-11/10/the_smiling_proud_wanderer035ca756948c9cec9aed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And did I mention I'm going Vietnam!??! HEHE at the end of this month :D:D plus I'm in charge of the trip haha that means I'm booking the tickets, organizing the itinerary bringing my family around.. Which basically is really shit-job from what I know now, because you have to be damn familiar with the place!!! OMG lonelyplanet.com is now a favourite on my computer links.. and I have been going around researching these days.. really pray hard it will be a success. \&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just so glad PW is over! The day before my OP I was watching Inception :D and despite all the hype over it, I really think it wasnt &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hard to understand lorh.. People just exaggerate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok next week plans are crazy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday : CCA stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: HW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wed: OMG OMG! *cues HP music* ( ok, I think I might be slightly overboard now I started to re read Deathly Hallows all over again when free too.. Zoey thinks I got too much free time ) and Yeh Chi and gang meeting!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thurs: CCA outing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fri: Beg for money after spending too much.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tada! Hopefully I will start taking photos to show off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-7044817603319141882?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/7044817603319141882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-what-have-i-been-up-to-these-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7044817603319141882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7044817603319141882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-what-have-i-been-up-to-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-7815752295832509605</id><published>2010-11-11T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:42:01.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cancel all plans on Nov 17th because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cues Harry Potter music* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 736px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.digitaltrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/harry_potter_and_the_deathly_hallows_movie_poster.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 483px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 620px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.linkmoko.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-I-Full-Poster.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you have an awesome movie to catch!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being a hard-core HP fan, my Fujitsu Tablet wallpaper has been the movie poster for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows ever since last year. IT IS FINALLY HERE!!! Counting down, 5 more days. The end is near..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-7815752295832509605?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/7815752295832509605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/cancel-all-plans-on-nov-17th-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7815752295832509605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/7815752295832509605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/cancel-all-plans-on-nov-17th-because.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-2769884160184332953</id><published>2010-11-01T20:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:55:57.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unedited. uncut. uncensored.</title><content type='html'>What on earth were we doing? I have no idea. Well, I guess "its the people not the place." My dad always says that line and well, truly, its the people you hang out with that really matters the most. Met up with darling partners &amp;amp; 186bf ages ago.. ( vivien chua was suppose to come!! and audreyyyy!) and despite the  bad weather that cancelled our cycling plans, I still felt very happy! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we did was to walk around the streets of Orchard Road, linking arms and carrying balloons of different colours, occasionally running in the rain in the midst of doing all the above. LOL. And went around pigging out too.... Takoyaki, ice-cream, fried mushrooms, ban mian... WE ATE THEM ALL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below pictures as you can see is taken from Swensens :) we were stupidly playing with my Iphone functions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6z_nZ28QI/AAAAAAAAAzw/CYqO9DZ4OZo/s1600/75%25darlings+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534558897575489794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6z_nZ28QI/AAAAAAAAAzw/CYqO9DZ4OZo/s400/75%25darlings+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6z_bXsErI/AAAAAAAAAzo/klII5XVlU2c/s1600/75%25darlings+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534558894345163442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6z_bXsErI/AAAAAAAAAzo/klII5XVlU2c/s400/75%25darlings+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6ysWrSTAI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/l6Urgp6LPh4/s1600/75%25darlings+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534557467156040706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6ysWrSTAI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/l6Urgp6LPh4/s400/75%25darlings+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6ysIWGPBI/AAAAAAAAAzI/wBxOJ3lnDTQ/s1600/75%25darlings+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534557463309073426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6ysIWGPBI/AAAAAAAAAzI/wBxOJ3lnDTQ/s400/75%25darlings+045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6ysF4ohYI/AAAAAAAAAzA/B0t6jZ19epg/s1600/75%25darlings+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534557462648620418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6ysF4ohYI/AAAAAAAAAzA/B0t6jZ19epg/s400/75%25darlings+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6yr9_o6eI/AAAAAAAAAy4/rlSV-7x3LTc/s1600/75%25darlings+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534557460530522594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6yr9_o6eI/AAAAAAAAAy4/rlSV-7x3LTc/s400/75%25darlings+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6yrr5QQSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0mJXydKE-Ns/s1600/75%25darlings+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534557455671902498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6yrr5QQSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0mJXydKE-Ns/s400/75%25darlings+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6xojj2mwI/AAAAAAAAAyo/S4OKXtAjpPQ/s1600/75%25darlings+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534556302383422210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6xojj2mwI/AAAAAAAAAyo/S4OKXtAjpPQ/s400/75%25darlings+041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6xoUC74XI/AAAAAAAAAyg/SdS8BL4Nh5Y/s1600/75%25darlings+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534556298218824050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6xoUC74XI/AAAAAAAAAyg/SdS8BL4Nh5Y/s400/75%25darlings+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6xoBPXDQI/AAAAAAAAAyY/9v7ua6t6ujo/s1600/75%25darlings+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534556293170662658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6xoBPXDQI/AAAAAAAAAyY/9v7ua6t6ujo/s400/75%25darlings+039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically at first we were trying to capture all four of us in each box... of course, like the pictures displayed, we failed miserably but hey! it was a good desperate try!! Followed by solo shots of us, which mine turned out to be quite unglam...HAHA but I'm not the only one!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Kino slightly soaking while clinging onto our balloons floating high up in the air. Shimin said to me she felt embarassed throughout the journey...but oh well (its shimin after all..stupid cool image.. ) , we maintained thickskinned till the end! Plus 186bf and jiayue made a lot of noise at the literature section( *points to random book cover* hey yingli this is you!! =.= ) while I remembered my balloon hit someone squarely in the face. Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my balloon caused a slight panic when it was released and floated up to the celling in Orchard Mrt Station...! Can you imagine the crowd there!?! HAHA thankfully 186bf with her superhuman height managed to save it ! She tried jumping twice and at the 4th try managed to catch the balloon O.O rethinking of the scenario back then was really funny plus some onlookers were totally staring at us... Talk about being AA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VIVIEN CHUA IF YOU ARE READING THIS, we are all looking for the next outing planned by you at ECP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-2769884160184332953?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/2769884160184332953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/unedited-uncut-uncensored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2769884160184332953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2769884160184332953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/11/unedited-uncut-uncensored.html' title='unedited. uncut. uncensored.'/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dvCqmVBH7zU/TM6z_nZ28QI/AAAAAAAAAzw/CYqO9DZ4OZo/s72-c/75%25darlings+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-3120407689488454710</id><published>2010-10-23T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:46:40.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I managed to get my classmates into a reading frenzy too! Hahaha because I brought another set of books to class and was busy reading ( eh please the teachers are not doing anything these days either just plain slacking-will elaborate more later :D ) and the next day everyone sitting near me brought a book too LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY CLASS DID NOT TAKE LITERATURE FOR NOTHING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok one thing I want to clear up from my previous post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST SKIP THAT BOOK AND BUY HUNGER GAMES INSTEAD!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ-8SJkZZ30/THP5pyiazkI/AAAAAAAABog/g77N8JJmM9U/s1600/The+Hunger+Games+Series.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 298px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 598px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is totally&lt;em&gt; way much much better&lt;/em&gt;. I take back everything I said in the previous post. Of course, I must admit the cover art is nothing impressive but as the saying goes, " never judge a book by its cover!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got me reading non stop. And I meant non-stop non stop. I finished the series within 2 days after I borrowed it from Zoey and from that day onwards I cannot seem to put the book down because every single page is worth the reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-3120407689488454710?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/3120407689488454710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-managed-to-get-my-classmates-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3120407689488454710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/3120407689488454710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-managed-to-get-my-classmates-into.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ-8SJkZZ30/THP5pyiazkI/AAAAAAAABog/g77N8JJmM9U/s72-c/The+Hunger+Games+Series.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-1765727669276262966</id><published>2010-10-16T13:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:58:46.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fwah&lt;/span&gt; my posts consist of tons of reviews these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing.... a new book I got from Borders yesterday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 497px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.richtercollective.com/kimharte/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/I-Am-Number-Four1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES here it is...... &lt;strong&gt;I AM NUMBER FOUR! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a good read for someone STILL sick in bed. I was suppose to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; lunch today but turns out I rejected it in a last min decision due to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UNRECOVERED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SORETHROAT&lt;/span&gt; ! ROAR! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I admit, a little bit of it was due to me wanting to complete the last 100 pages of this book. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tehehe&lt;/span&gt;. And the weather is so friggin hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am slightly regrettable towards the turn of events but nevertheless after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;completing&lt;/span&gt; the book, I think it might be worthwhile (?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; quick summary before I launch my criticism &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;missiles&lt;/span&gt;/sent my love for the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genre: Sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fic&lt;/span&gt; with slight romance (bordering to Twilight BUT not as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;absurd&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Byronic&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; is action. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teenager boy, John, is not who he is or how he appears to be. Turns out to be an alien from another world, with superhuman powers trying to blend in with human population. ( Sounds Edward Cullen here right but please bear with it.) His planet was under attack from some kind of other aliens and now they are on Earth and so is he, trying to kill the remaining survivals-9 of them, him included and take dominate the planet.... Of course, in the process he falls in love, found himself attached to others when he is not suppose to, having to keep low profile and learns more about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mystery&lt;/span&gt; of his past. ( the parts when he revealed his true self was totally like Twilight...in order to rescue the girl of his dreams he had to resort to his superhuman strength abilities sounds familiar? cough dent truck scene-) Ultimately, creating enough attention to attract the bad aliens who then come and attack him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phew. Now I said it. I couldn't help adding my own remarks on some parts, it may seems biased against the book but hey ACTUALLY, the book is not bad! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the thing, I really loathe science fiction ( and I still loathe it now) but the action bits of the book is what makes it worth reading for me. Honestly and if there is anything more that I hate is anything that reminds me of Twilight ( come on shoot me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Twi&lt;/span&gt;-hard fans! ) but this "I Am Number Four" makes it quite bearable... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;James Frey and Jobie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hobes&lt;/span&gt; are both brilliant authors afterall :D. I mean who doesn't know James Frey after his little fiasco with Oprah regarding his book " A Million Little Pieces"- the notoriety did attract my attention at that time. Now that he is collaborating with Hughes, writing this book under the pseudonym Pittacus Lore( who is supposedly another elder alien) , it is hard not to feel the creative juices of writers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you should read it too! The fighting scene is pretty exciting in the end. I imagined the Mogadorians (bad aliens) to look as if a little like Death Eaters while Lorican ( the good species of aliens which has superpowers) look golden and heroic. Chimeras are included in this story too and as I read the book, my highly imaginative mind was busy visualizing the battle when it broke out in the school (spoiler!) and John the main hero using his superpowers in full blast like those in Marvel Comics...( he has the same power as the fire guy in Fantastic Four...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I admit the plot is nothing original BUT it was well-put together, definetly capturing my attention in Borders and before realising it I brought the book and damn it was another series book! I really dont want to chase for the upcomign sequels...but it was too late before I realise that... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever! Just dont watch the movie. Roar if its another thing I can't stand is sci fic movie omg.... there are hardly any good ones please. Besides, films kill the imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-1765727669276262966?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/1765727669276262966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/10/fwah-my-posts-consists-of-tons-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1765727669276262966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/1765727669276262966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/10/fwah-my-posts-consists-of-tons-of.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377770669505524161.post-2686867223512924549</id><published>2010-10-15T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:42:59.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am unlucky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The holidays after promos has not been satisfying so far.... TELL ME WHO SPENT WEDNESDAY AND THRUSDAY sick in bed?!??!? ROAR!! I AM OUTRAGED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually, I have no idea how I even manage to fall ill. Alright maybe I did but the signs were really NOT obvious. I watched Wall Street on Monday and when home with bad migraine but so what? I put the blame on the weather. Tuesday, when shopping with BirdFriend was okay except for a teeny weeny sorethroat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHO KNOW IT WILL BECOME FULL BLOWN ON WED!?! ROAR! Plus I went to the gym on the day before so not only is my throat in pain, my muscles felt raw and sore too. Basically I felt bed-ridden HAHA! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Staying at home thus forced me to use computer = Watch drama/Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since I'm not a fan of Facebook, &lt;em&gt;I ended up watching SBS -You're Beautiful- on Wednesday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tokiblog.shujinanime.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok. Laugh at me all you want. I knew I said "I will never watch it!!" to quite a few people regarding this show. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEY GIVEN A CHOICE ??!? I was sick and its either read storybooks or watch drama Plus, scanning down the supposedly "top rated shows" from mysoju, this was ranked near the top....surprise surprise. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I stay true to my words that I said before and that was: THE MAIN LEAD HAS SERIOUS HAIRSTYLING ISSUES. The eyeliner was barely acceptable but ( I decided I ought not to be biased against all main male cast ) the hair!?!?! OMG! Its worse than the Domoyoji/Daomingshi/GooJyonPyo character with the pineapple hairstyle in Boys Over Flowers. Even the drama poster, I search long and hard to find a better picture of him and still failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA but I bet the stylist idea was to make him look so bad at first, that later on when he changed it, to anything but the failed-emo look, he kind of look good. Well, it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actress playing the female lead ....well, I dont really know much about her but she reminded me of Yoon Eun Hye in Coffee Prince but of course not as pretty. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 481px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 445px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://koreanmutt.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/pshyeh.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; ( Got similar resemblance right?!?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;BUT THEY MATCH WELL TOGETHER! HAHA! All the characters were likable enough (and some more well-liked by the others : HAHA the guy from FT island aka "Jeremy" in the show !) but there was one character I think poorly of. And that is the role Jung Yonghwa from CN BLUE played! I fastforeward all his appearances. His character was just tooo ewwww cheesy(?). And his acting skills was pshtttt! Made it all quite bad. It's weird how people actually watch this show and fell in love with his character when all I felt was goosebumps and nausea plus I knew him through CN BLUE not this show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret watching it though but it's just that I won't watch it again. The kind of drama you watch once and simply enjoy it at that moment. Unlike Goong/Meteor Garden/My Girl they are the kind that makes me never sick of it even after watching again and again :D HAHA not that I tried but I wouldn't mind if I had time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Thursday was spent also in bed so... I move on and watched KBS - The World That They Live In-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 447px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hanfever.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/the_world_they_live_in_poster_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, I must say its not a Romance Comedy so not very popular to begin with except that the actor and actress are both quite famous. The storyline however is much more original (?) Lost love, found love, renewed love. It's a little too draggy for my liking as most of the time, one might be irritated by the pace of show but it still is bearable I think. At least all the characters were well thought out and had some depth. Moreover, it features a number of veteran actors/actresses and the story flowed well enough. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! I plan to go borders soon so tada for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377770669505524161-2686867223512924549?l=downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/feeds/2686867223512924549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-unlucky-holidays-after-promos-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2686867223512924549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377770669505524161/posts/default/2686867223512924549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downtherrabbithole.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-unlucky-holidays-after-promos-has.html' title=''/><author><name>madhatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04756757908250880671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
