<?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-5877690588015646235</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:51:31.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire at will.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-2172652537151668049</id><published>2010-08-28T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:38:35.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Louisa's Transit, Getting the Distortion Pedal.</title><content type='html'>Today my dad's friend Louisa came over for a one-day transit. She was on the way to Melbourne from England. She went with my parents for lunch. I couldn't join them because sadly I had guitar tuition. However, I did follow them to the golf course which was just a stone's throw away from my house for a light snack, before proceeding to send her off to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also (finally) got a distortion pedal for my guitar exam. I'm so nervous for it. D: Plus the the Teacher's Day performance is in three days' time. Band will be performing Accidentally In Love (from the Shrek 2 Soundtrack), I Gotta Feeling (by B.E.P), Colours Of The Wind and Instant Concert. I managed to learn about 80% of Accidentally In Love today. Lucky thing I know the tune because it would be a struggle otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-2172652537151668049?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2172652537151668049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=2172652537151668049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2172652537151668049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2172652537151668049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2010/08/auntie-louisas-transit-getting.html' title='Auntie Louisa&apos;s Transit, Getting the Distortion Pedal.'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-6189243711167899127</id><published>2010-06-15T16:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:03:53.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's lemon going?? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;HELLO I THINK TERI IS DAMN COOL. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi i'm blogging on behalf of hannah cuz she's just too bloody lazy!!!!!! idk why also but ya. hehehe i have no idea what im gna post but im sure its gna be full of crap. like omg hannah i cant belive australia~~ my mum's sending me there with my cousin too. heheh i hope i meet you man. will be so freaking cooooooool! i wna watch karate kid leh! like cool only :D hehe hannah (icanfly) LOL SHEESHHHH. actly i can fly eh! you wna see? ;)))) hehehe. i wna visit maria again! you two are idiots! called me a cow :( so mean! but hahah idc. cows are cute right??? or at least cool :D heheh. hannahhh.............. lets go out soon man! i think you shld stop playing retarded games on fb! nth btr to do ah! go study!!!!!! do a math! wooo. did i tell you how pro i am? haha lolzz. i finished a math e math lit eng chem phy work alr lehz. &lt;b&gt;PRO NOT :D hah!&lt;/b&gt; I know i am. well, thts cuz im going japan on thurs. aww hannah dont miss me k! i'll bring sushi back for you! :) i like shane ward now!! :) he's so cool! his voice kinda high tho ( when he sings ) BUT STILL :) I love his songzz mann!!! Like cool only!!! hhehehehhe :)) i miss band! arcadia!!!!!! :DDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/TBdBBpSlWVI/AAAAAAAAACo/tZHcxfU51wA/s1600/shane-ward-no-promises-pjlighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/TBdBBpSlWVI/AAAAAAAAACo/tZHcxfU51wA/s320/shane-ward-no-promises-pjlighthouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482922567866341714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe. Can you stop loving MCR? I still dont see what's so good bout them yknow!!! Heez :) Like srsly yo! :)))) I helped you to keep your blog alive!!! Not bad ah! I'll blog again :) Prob soon. You stupid mushroom! so lazy!!! &lt;u&gt;AND MY ULCER HURTS LIKE OWWWWWWW :'(((&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye hannah i love you a lot a lot but im not a les rmb that hehe cya soon miss me ok i'll be in japan till the 27th i wont buy earrings back for you guyz anymore cuz i've learnt my lesson! i'll bring back nicer stuff like mayb sashimi or sushi or whatever shitass stuff. ok bye : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-6189243711167899127?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6189243711167899127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=6189243711167899127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/6189243711167899127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/6189243711167899127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2010/06/hows-lemon-going.html' title='How&apos;s lemon going?? :)'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fQh-RndUUOo/TBdBBpSlWVI/AAAAAAAAACo/tZHcxfU51wA/s72-c/shane-ward-no-promises-pjlighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-2077825404046850452</id><published>2010-04-04T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:01:03.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressions X!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been so long since I last blogged. I know I was supposed to blog about the Green Day concert and I think it will probably happen tomorrow. Or something when I have the time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks Gemmel for the blog entry that revived my blog, but wasn't mine. Anyone can tell, really. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I would like to wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Bob Bryar, ex drummer of My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the best in his future endeavours. He will be missed by me, Gemmel and many other fans. Although I guess this should have been expected earlier, since he was only meant to be a temporary member, it still makes me sad to think that he was present for Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge and The Black Parade, and he won't be for the latest album. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. All the best, once again, to you Bob, and if you would ever like to rejoin MCR, please do it without hesitation. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, anyway, this is two days overdue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;IMPRESSIONS X! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was only two days ago and I can't believe it happened so fast. I mean, not just the actual thing itself, but the practices, and even the day since I first started, rehearsed with the junior band, performed for POP, etc. It's been about six months now since I quit Guitar I think. It's so awesome. Though I kind of feel bad about this, I know I don't regret my decision at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Saturday, April 3rd, at 11 AM, I arrived at school. The band room was locked so I sat in the canteen. Talked to Jing Ying and saw Jerlyn. She was with NPCC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the band room was unlocked, we spent 2 hours transporting instruments downstairs and doing the important final checks, for example, attire check, check for mutes (for the trumpets and trombones only I guess), score checks, score arranging, packing of items into mine and Jazryl's bags (because each section was only allowed 2 bags), instrument checks, the seating arrangement briefing and so on. I know it seems tedious but it wasn't. There was quite a lot to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after we were done we waited for the bus and got on. We were on our way to to Victoria Concert Hall. I was sitting next to Charmaine and we were doing score study, trying to follow Arcadia all the way through with the song but kind of failed. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the venue we had to unload all the instruments again and uniforms and whatnot, then we went to put our bags down and while the stage was being set up, did warmups and tuning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also practiced walking up the stage, up the steep stairs. The Handbell had arrived too and they were also walking on stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very soon, we ourselves were actually onstage to rehearse. I think we started at 3.30PM. It was our first feel of that particular stage. The sound reasonated quite well around the hall but the bad thing was that it was only going to amplify our mistakes. Mr Sim, our conductor, moved up to the circle seats (upstairs) to conduct us, I guess because he could hear us better there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stands were placed awfully low. Although the stands could be adjusted, I think it was because the trumpets and trombones were seated on a raised platform, so that's why it felt so high up. Also, our section was sitting really near to the massive gong, which has a really grand and nice sound, but only when you're listening from a reasonable distance. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ran through the whole order of the concert, not everything, but the parts from each song that mattered, so we skipped a lot of the parts, sometimes the parts that we were looking forward to playing too. xD And Rano dropped his mute halfway through one song and that was terrible because everyone looked. Luckily it wasn't the actual thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Mr Sim stopped the rehearsal at about 5.30PM so we had two hours to rest, change and eat. After the rehearsal, the brasses got to eat first so we went to the eating area. By that time, I was feeling a really awful feeling in my stomach. It seemed like a gastric at that time (although I had a really heavy brunch before coming to school), but afterwards my dad told me it was nerves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seriously never had such bad nerves in my life. What it felt like was that I had been deprived of food for two days, and then someone had come along and punched me in the stomach. I thought it was going to go away, but when I was getting dressed in the changing room, it became worse and I was breaking out in cold sweat. It was hard to stand and it almost became a chore to breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I had no choice but to see a teacher. They didn't have milk to ease my pain but there was warm water. I was panicking really badly because I thought I wouldn't be able to play. That was because I was still feeling that way, HALF AN HOUR BEFORE THE SHOW. How scary is that? Certainly not the right time to be sick. After all these months of practicing so hard and getting all excited about tonight, there was nothing that was going to make me back out. I would never ever do that, ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, only by the grace of God, my pain subsided and I got better, about 15 minutes before we started waiting backstage for our turn. It was quite terrifying. I was really happy, though. I felt excited and nervous to perform and I was talking to Charmaine backstage about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of a sudden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;The Performance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just happened way too quickly. I heard the cheering and everything, and soon the nerves faded. I think it was good that I had performing experience, so when I walked up on stage and sat down I was fine. Otherwise, the number of people, coupled with the stomachache I had just endured would have been way too much for me to take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started off well with Fanfare, then burst into Instant Concert, which I really enjoyed playing. It was awesome and went very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was my least favourite song, in terms of playing - Arcadia. It was challenging, no doubt, but I managed to cope quite well with it and didn't get lost as often. The trumpet 2 score that I was playing, one of the only two songs that I actually got the trumpet 2 part, had so many sharps and flats that it was pretty difficult to sight read quickly. However the good thing was that I knew the correct timing for the &lt;em&gt;Presto&lt;/em&gt; parts, without counting, but it took me a good two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Arcadia, the tired muscles around my lips finally got a break when we played a slower song, Colours of the Wind, from Pocahontas. It was nice and I was listening to how the sound sort of echoed throughout the hall. Nothing went wrong at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After which was the last song before the interval, Beauty and the Beast. That was the song which we used our mutes for the first time in the whole concert. To my relief, no one dropped their mute. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just like that, the first half of the concert was over. We had a lot of time backstage to get ready, because apart from the fifteen minute interval, the Alumni Band was playing two items and so was the Percussion Ensemble, immediately after that, with Funky Buckets and Oye Como Va.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Backstage, the jazz band, which consisted of the trumpets, saxophones, trombones, plus the percussion people (who actually were already onstage), were getting ready for the jazz band items. We were performing Fly Me to the Moon and In The Mood. Out of these two, In The Mood is my favourite and has always been. It just has a more interesting arrangement. What's more, we always play it better, although it's harder. I took some pictures with a few people. Every one of us also put on our awesome bowler-like hats, bought specially from Cotton On for just these two songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those two songs went really well and the solos were really good! Everyone improved so much and there were like really zero mistakes. I thought Daena's solo was well done because she made use of the plunger. She usually does away with it because its distracting and affects her playing, but she was really confident this time and it was way awesome. Every note came through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After jazz band was The World is Not Enough, from the James Bond movie. I didn't know this previously until I heard the MCs' commentary on it. It was quite okay I guess. It wasn't my favourite song. We were basically accompanying an Alumni student who was singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we arrived at the last piece, The Lion King. Easily one of my favourites. Upbeat, easy to sight read, easy to play, and thoroughly enjoyable. This song was when we used our mutes for the second and very last time in the whole show. The song went very nicely and I was enjoying it. Daena and I were moving along to the music, since she had switched positions and was now sitting next to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After TLK, the audience shouted for an encore and I was grinning and saying to Daena that they needn't worry because we did, in fact have not one, but &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; encore songs. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, the encore songs were Fly High and You Raise Me Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly High was okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Raise Me Up, I think, was a surprise for everyone because the singer was much better than they expected I guess. :P Everyone was cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the whole thing went back to school for the debrief in the band room. It was cool. Took some pictures with some people too. Then it was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I know it's really one of those days that I won't ever forget. :)&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/5877690588015646235-2077825404046850452?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2077825404046850452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=2077825404046850452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2077825404046850452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2077825404046850452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2010/04/impressions-x.html' title='Impressions X!'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-6185059618459195774</id><published>2010-03-25T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:45:23.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Help Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/S6tX1s_vnhI/AAAAAAAAACY/WLHjswIFUtM/s1600/strawbbav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452548353985322514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/S6tX1s_vnhI/AAAAAAAAACY/WLHjswIFUtM/s320/strawbbav.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhm . Hi ? :D Gemmel here . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don`t know me ? I`m awesome . :B . That`s pretty much enough ^-^ .&lt;/div&gt;Hannah is busy stalking Frank Iero . I think . :/&lt;br /&gt;Well that`s a pretty valid reason for not updating for 2 months .&lt;br /&gt;That Failbook pict + 'Lol.' isn`t counted . :3&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do . T-T&lt;br /&gt;I DON`T LOOK LIKE PAI KIA . I DOOOOON`T . T-T&lt;br /&gt;Hannah is not replying my sms . That makes me sad :c .&lt;br /&gt;I might just go &amp;amp; binge on lard now .&lt;br /&gt;Until I`m of an enormously epic size then I shall tecktonik .&lt;br /&gt;Fat people cannot tecktonik meh ?&lt;br /&gt;Okay then shuffle . Or Breakdance . \m/&lt;br /&gt;Must do all the cool cool dance mah .&lt;br /&gt;If fat person do ballet you like ha ?&lt;br /&gt;Actually fat person do shuffle also I don`t like .&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA OK THIS IS A LOT OF CRAP .&lt;br /&gt;Cannot blame me . I bored mah . D;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/S6tX0zv4JII/AAAAAAAAACI/8tDUHV845pk/s1600/bawb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452548338617951362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/S6tX0zv4JII/AAAAAAAAACI/8tDUHV845pk/s320/bawb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" As of 4 weeks ago, My Chemical Romance and Bob Bryar parted ways. This was a painful decision for all of us to make and was not taken lightly. We wish him the best of luck in his future endeavors and expect you all to do the same . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHAAAAT NOOOO OMFG ;(( Bob you are awesome &amp;amp; you`re gonna be awesome in whatever you do . :( YOU`RE MY FAVOURITE DRUMMER !!!!! YES even above Gustav Schafer !!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOB I LOVE YOUUUUUU ;((( .&lt;/span&gt; MCR FANS ARE GONNA SHIT A BRICK T-T . &lt;/div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/S6tX1D84zqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Rxx9sN5yL9A/s1600/strange+TH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452548342967488162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/S6tX1D84zqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Rxx9sN5yL9A/s320/strange+TH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strange - Tokio Hotel feat. Kerli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is an awesome song :D part of the movie soundtrack of Alice in Wonderland . All Time Low , Avril Lavigne , Metro Station , Plain White Tees , All-American Rejects , Shinedown , 3OH!3 &amp;amp; others also sang :D this might make it the best movie EVA \m/ [well haven`t watched it yet though] .&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;They`re gonna rip off your heads ;&lt;br /&gt;Your aspirations to threads -&lt;br /&gt;Another cog in the murder machine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;OKAY I`M DONE WITH THIS BLOG POST :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:hotpink;"&gt;~ GEMMEL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-6185059618459195774?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6185059618459195774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=6185059618459195774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/6185059618459195774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/6185059618459195774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2010/03/heaven-help-us.html' title='Heaven Help Us'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fQh-RndUUOo/S6tX1s_vnhI/AAAAAAAAACY/WLHjswIFUtM/s72-c/strawbbav.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-7984658299043635538</id><published>2010-03-16T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:56:31.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://failbooking.com/2010/03/10/funny-facebook-fails-a-two-way-street/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cheezfailbooking.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/funny-facebook-2-waystreet.png" alt="Funny Facebook Fails" title="funny-facebook-2-waystreet" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-4340" height="284" width="501" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failbooking.com/"&gt;funny facebook &lt;/a&gt; stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-7984658299043635538?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7984658299043635538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=7984658299043635538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7984658299043635538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7984658299043635538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2010/03/see-more-funny-facebook-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-58829777304066892</id><published>2010-01-14T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:37:46.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 11 and Green Day</title><content type='html'>Ah this is long overdue but oh well. I can't remember exactly what happened so I'll just blog roughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last three days of the Melbourne trip I went to stay at a serviced house with my cousins and uncle and auntie, I think I mentioned earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all cooked our own food, went to the beach (which was like 5 min away) and stayed up really late (4am+ maybe) playing fun games like Pictionary Man, '20' and this other dictionary word game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun and memorable and we had fun, no doubt. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite possibly my shortest blog post ever but my next one is guaranteed to be long as it always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREEN DAY CONCERT IN LESS THAN THREE HOURS FROM NOW. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-58829777304066892?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/58829777304066892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=58829777304066892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/58829777304066892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/58829777304066892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2010/01/melbourne-trip-2009-part-11-and-green.html' title='Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 11 and Green Day'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-8265244449184472342</id><published>2009-12-23T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:41:21.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Trip 2009 Parts 8, 9 &amp; 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;20 Dec 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bendigo today, to stay for one night. It's basically out in the country, like a two hour drive or something. We went in the car with Barbara and John. The countryside was kind of dry so that was one sad thing about looking out at the scenery outside the window. We stopped for a coffee break along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we neared Robyn's house, we got a bit lost because the road where you had to turn into to get to her house had a missing sign. Robyn had to come in her car and direct us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn and her husband Joseph welcomed us into their home when we arrived (in the afternoon), and so did their gorgeous Labrador dog, Buffy. Buffy was so happy to see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn's property is really big though. She has like ten acres of land, and she owns four horses, one of which went for training, so we only saw three of them. And aside from that, Buffy, a cat and wild kangaroos randomly hopping around the property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my dad, Robyn and John went for a walk around the massive place, and we discovered something really creepy. The whole place is filled with debris, but occasionally you see an area of about two feet that has all the debris carefully removed and bare, with only sand. I had stepped on that, and Robyn suddenly became alarmed and pulled me to safety, because apparently I had stepped on a massive bull ant nest. Bull ants are about the size of your thumb and you could feel the sting if one bit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never ever been so afraid of seeing an ant before. This was mostly because when I had stepped away to safety, I saw that the place I had been standing only a few seconds before had been covered by thousands of raging, thumb-sized bull ants. I was, in fact, rather terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really admire Buffy, because being a country dog, she has learnt to avoid bull ants and kangaroos (apparently kangaroos can drown dogs by pushing their heads underwater and not letting go until they die). Also, she can wander off 10km and come back to the house with no problem at all. I doubt they even use a leash on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into the house and had tea and dips, then I took a nap so I'm not sure what happened. However, when I woke up, it was real late, like almost 8PM, so I had dinner almost immediately after I woke up. It was then that I met one of Robyn's daughters, Niema. Niema had just got back from work. She has a sister Sarah, but Sarah is studying in Germany, so we didn't get to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we had fun because we played two games. The first one is &lt;em&gt;Dictionary&lt;/em&gt;, a game where everyone has to look in the dictionary for a really hard word that no one even knows exists, then everyone has to write a fake meaning of what that particular word could mean, and after that guess which is the actual meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second game is called &lt;em&gt;20. &lt;/em&gt;It's more of a Math-based game, where a card is put down once every 10 seconds and you have to mentally do equations in your head to use up all the cards to make 20, using plus, minus, divide, multiply, etc. It's really difficult but Barbara, John and Robyn were really good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the games, we watched the stars at night. It's so different from Singapore because in Singapore there are only like maybe, at the most, five stars visible at any one time in the night-time sky. But in Bendigo, the stars dotted the sky like severe acne on someone's face. Unromantic as I am, but yes, that was exactly what it looked like. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;21 Dec 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Robyn's house today. At first, I couldn't wake up because the country air is so nice and relaxing. I felt like I had a chain around my neck, with the other end connected to the centre of the Earth. It was just so hard to get up, even when I tried to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally, I got up. I rode on Robyn's horse Elly. He's a pure bred Arabian pony, I think. I liked him very much because he was quite tame and didn't really try to throw me off or anything. After that, I took my shower and then all of us packed up, and Robyn and Niema followed us to the Bendigo Pottery to look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we ate at some cafe where we all played &lt;em&gt;20 Questions.&lt;/em&gt; It's this game where a person thinks of someone and the rest of the group has to ask twenty questions to try to narrow the options down and guess who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of Reese Witherspoon and everyone was on the right track, but they only guessed people like Drew Barrymore or Renee Zellweger, so when I finally told them all the answer they wondered why they didn't actually think of Reese earlier. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back from Bendigo at night, we went to my uncle's house for a barbie. Mark and all of the other usual friends who came were there, so that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;22 Dec 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had lunch with Mark at Studley Park. It was really nice because we sat at a cafe and the weather was quite pleasant. We then paid to rent a boat to row on the river. It was so much harder than I expected and I wasn't good at it at first, but got better later on. It was so funny, because we only had half an hour and we wasted fifteen minutes going around in circles at the beginning. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my parents dropped me off at our serviced apartment to rest (we'd all been sleeping at 4AM Australian time almost every night), while they went to buy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, they picked me up and we went to Sue Rumbelow's place for dinner. I met Morgan, her son who I had seen last year when I went to her house. He hadn't really changed at all and was still as friendly as when I had last seen him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing different was that my parents and I got to meet his brother Marcus. We hadn't had a chance to last year because he wasn't at home. He talked to us during dinner and was really nice and friendly, but after that he proceeded to do his own activities. Morgan, however, talked to me like always. He had actually rented a movie to watch and spent fifteen painstaking minutes trying to fix up the DVD player, but in the end we just talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was better that way because we got to interact more and no one mentioned anything about watching the movie after that anyway, which probably meant that neither one of us was bored of talking. There just seemed to be quite a lot of things to talk about, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;23 Dec 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had lunch with Debra. We stayed there for quite a long time, sitting and talking and watching videos on Youtube, like Susuan Boyle, the Australia's Got Talent winner Mark Vincent, Jerry C play the rock version of Canon and a couple who played a really complex Spanish piece on one guitar, with four hands scurrying all over the place on the fretboard. I was, of course, quite impressed with the coordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my mum went back to our serviced apartment to pack up, because tomorrow we'll be going to Rye, a short drive away, to stay at this holiday house with my uncle, auntie and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I went to dinner at a Greek restaurant in town with his friends, Kim, and a guy he used to be really close to and didn't see for years, Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is a bank of knowledge and he knows so much it's unbelievable. He usually only listens to classical music, but he knows almost every other genre of music, and for the albums he recommends he can name the year and even describe the story behind the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling him about my Fender guitar and he was really knowledgeable about that too so that was real awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what my dad told me you could ask him just about any knowledge-based question, and he'd be able to tell you about it for sure. Stuff like the Russian revolution, ancient Greek mythology, Green Day, Funeral for a Friend, politics, and ancient India even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad says he reads extremely extensively and I would be impressed if I saw how many books he owned. He says Andrew is the most knowledgeable person he has ever met. I think so too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-8265244449184472342?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8265244449184472342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=8265244449184472342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/8265244449184472342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/8265244449184472342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/12/melbourne-trip-2009-parts-8-9-10.html' title='Melbourne Trip 2009 Parts 8, 9 &amp; 10'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-2079757517740622114</id><published>2009-12-19T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:08:22.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 8</title><content type='html'>Today my parents went to meet my dad's friend Debra in the morning, while I slept. I didn't want to go because I was too tired, so at 1.30PM my parents came to pick me up and we went to a shopping strip called Balaclava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at clothes there and I ate at Subway for lunch. I didn't buy anything, again, and after a really short time we proceeded to Hampton, another shopping strip, to look in some home decor shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking we ate some kebabs at one of the shops and then I had dinner with my parents, uncle, auntie and cousins, Clarisse, Gim Wah and Gim Her, at a Thai place at Springvale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my cousins parted for their own activities, while me, my parents, uncle and auntie came to our serviced apartment for coffee. They left only a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to Bendigo, a small city north of Melbourne. My parents and I are going with Barbara and John to another friend Robyn's house, which is a farm. I blogged about Robyn earlier in the year, actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-2079757517740622114?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2079757517740622114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=2079757517740622114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2079757517740622114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2079757517740622114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/12/melbourne-trip-2009-part-8.html' title='Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 8'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-8242217225489381294</id><published>2009-12-17T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:28:04.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 6 &amp; 7</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had Vietnamese lunch in Richmond, but sadly not the part that had the cool shop that sold band merch. After that, we split up. My dad went to have coffee one-to-one with his friend Jack, while my uncle, mum and I looked around the DFO in Moorabbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually thought we had a lot of time because my uncle said it would shut at 10PM, so we got all excited, but as it turned out, my uncle had actually got it confused with Southland, so it shut at 6PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had dinner with Erik, my dad's friend, and his wife, Anita, at Malaysia Gardens. It was so cold that day, in contrast from the 39 degrees 2 days ago. I wore a long goth-looking (but smart) coat that was quite thick but I was still freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating we proceeded to their house for coffee. They have such a huge house with two storeys, and a cute, tame tabby cat with a coat the colour of ginger. He is such a lovely cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, me, my parents and cousins, Clarisse, Gim Her and Gim Wah had lunch at a fancy cafe in a rather suburban shopping strip, called Fabulous (the restaurant name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't exactly that fabulous though, more like forgivable. But okay, I guess I can say it was above average. I had spaghetti tossed with tomatoes and spinach, and I did find the tangy, sour taste in mine (from the tomatoes) quite interesting and nice, maybe healthy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Southland to look around. I didn't buy anything though, but I wish I did. I felt a little empty, in fact. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to yet another friend's house, Jack. His wife Marie and son David were there too. We had a full dinner there, complete with cake and coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-8242217225489381294?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8242217225489381294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=8242217225489381294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/8242217225489381294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/8242217225489381294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/12/melbourne-trip-2009-part-6-7.html' title='Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 6 &amp; 7'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-2353933619415504155</id><published>2009-12-16T22:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:22:18.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 5</title><content type='html'>Today we went to Chadstone to shop (as I mentioned earlier). It's so huge. It's like 3 Vivocities combined together or something. We spent maybe 5 hours there today and I think we only covered 1/5 of it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was supposed to be there today but my uncle didn't wake her up and she had to go out so she couldn't follow us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to Fossil where they sold that bag I wanted. But the situation was kind of embarrassing because my uncle is quite generous and he brought the (expensive) bag to the counter to pay for it before any could stop him. Actually, regardless of whether anyone tried to stop him, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I still wasn't quite sure that I should get the bag, because it was supposed to be my Christmas present and I have to look around first, in case there is something else I like much better than the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to places like JB Hi-Fi and Borders (me and my dad) and I got nothing except a poster mag. It has bands like MCR, Paramore, Atreyu, The Used, etc. You get the idea. All my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought a couple of DVDs and stuff. Things at JB Hi-Fi are so cheap. They sell a range of (good) original CDs and DVDS for about $10 to $12, and that's how people go crazy there. Even pre-owned PSP/Nintendo DS games and Wii and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Chadstone we went to some random cafe to eat and went to my uncle's to rest for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we went to see Mao's Last Dancer at a nearby cinema. We had to watch it here because it's an Aussie movie and most probably won't be showing in Singapore. I think. But anyway we just watched it in case. It was quite a touching and pleasant film too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also checked out of our original room at Caroline Serviced Apartments because we had been moved to a smaller room. Somebody else had booked our blissfully spacious original room so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-2353933619415504155?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2353933619415504155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=2353933619415504155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2353933619415504155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2353933619415504155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/12/melbourne-trip-2009-part-5.html' title='Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 5'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-5001777383517857180</id><published>2009-12-15T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:35:21.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 4</title><content type='html'>Today was so hot. Tomorrow will apparently be an unbearable 39 degrees celsius. Awful. It only just started getting hot in Melbourne. Well I guess that's cause it's summer. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn't do much, except that we had Yum Cha at Springvale with my three cousins and my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were going to go to Chadstone but had no time so we left it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, at dinner, we went to Ah Loy's, a restaurant serving Malaysian food. It was near our serviced apartment, and although it looked a bit dinghy and not that grand, the food was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason we went there was actually to celebrate Patti's birthday, which was yesterday. Douglas, and another friend Kim were there too. After the dinner we had coffee a few doors down. The whole thing was quite pleasant. Tomorrow I'm going to either Southland or Chadstone to shop again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-5001777383517857180?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5001777383517857180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=5001777383517857180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/5001777383517857180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/5001777383517857180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/12/melbourne-trip-2009-part-4.html' title='Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 4'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-2820324197916144111</id><published>2009-12-13T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:38:17.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 3</title><content type='html'>Today my mum, auntie, cousin and I went to Southland to shop. My cousin works at Tattersall's there so we dropped her off and wandered off to browse around the shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first part I found it a bit boring because the other two were browsing in aromatherapy and soap shops, which are so uninteresting. Then soon we arrived at Fossil, after my mum walked out of this shop where she was trying on dresses to buy for Jaclyn's wedding next year. She didn't buy any of them in the end, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at Fossil, you can mix and match your watches, so I picked out this really nice strap with this equally awesome face and it was only $90. Only, I say, because the usual price is $100 +. In the end, I thought that maybe I wouldn't get it after all because I look at my phone when I need to know the time, and having a watch may not be so useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum ended up buying a new watch, an extra strap (it's interchangeable with the face), a new bag, a new wallet (which matched the bag) and a new belt. Haha. She offered to buy me either the watch or a bag which I saw and really liked for Christmas, but I declined for the moment. I might go back towards the end of the trip and if I still want it I'll get it. I guess the real reason was because I might see something I liked even better later on and regret getting the Fossil stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did buy something though, at Cotton On. I got two cardigan-like thingies, only the material was a lot thinner and and it was designed in such a way that the sides dangled down, so you could tie it together and it would look trendier. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Southland at about 4PM, then went to pick up my uncle and ate at Centre Road, which is quite near our serviced apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which my parents and I went back to the serviced apartment, and went to visit Barbara and John, my dad's friends, afterwards for dinner. We had fun talking there and John requested for me to play the guitar. I did, because I was obliged to anyway, and he commented that I played well and that was cool. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-2820324197916144111?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2820324197916144111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=2820324197916144111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2820324197916144111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2820324197916144111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/12/melbourne-trip-2009-part-3.html' title='Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 3'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-3167742511349255059</id><published>2009-12-12T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:38:49.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 2</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my parents and I checked into Caroline Serviced Apartments at around noon, to get a different experience and not just keep staying at my uncle's house. The place is just a five minute drive from my uncle's, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really convenient because it's near a lot of small shops so you can just pop downstairs to get any last-minute groceries. I had Safeway roast chicken and apple juice for lunch. The chicken they sell at Safeway is just the best. It's so tender and juicy and not even a bit dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later on at about 5PM, Patti and Douglas, my dad's friends (who are also mine, of course), came over to the apartment to visit. We talked for a while, then drove to the beach to take a walk. It was really pleasant because although it's summer, the temperature's about 13 degrees celsius. Unfortunately, it's going to start warming up over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my uncle, aunt, parents and I went to Sassafras, which is a sort of small suburb, about 45 minutes from where we were. It's a really nice place somewhere in the countryside, which has a shopping strip and small cafes around the area. We had breakfast there, then looked around a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to Olinda, which is much like Sassafras, only a stone's throw away. We went to a pie cafe called Pie in the Sky there, which serves pies that won five gold medals and a few silver medals in the Aussie Meat Pie Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Beef Burgundy pie, which is basically chunks of beef (big chunks and not the miserably small ones you get in Singapore) and mushrooms cooked with red wine, in a pie. It tasted really nice, and was one of the gold award winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others pies we ordered to share were the Thai Green Curry Chicken pie, Tandoori Chicken pie and the Beef &amp;amp; Guinness pie. The Beef &amp;amp; Guinness pie is beef pie with Guinness beer. Quite unusual. I ate that but couldn't really taste the Guinness, so that was a bit sad, really. I preferred my Beef Burgundy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be heading for Southland Shopping Centre so yeah. Going to shop. Hopefully I'll find something nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-3167742511349255059?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3167742511349255059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=3167742511349255059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/3167742511349255059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/3167742511349255059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/12/melbourne-trip-2009-part-2.html' title='Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 2'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-7003288195128254965</id><published>2009-12-11T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:35:41.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 1</title><content type='html'>Today is the second day I've been in Melbourne, and I went with my dad to the city because my cousin was not present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the house pretty late after I took a shower, at about 12PM Australian time. Then at 1PM we reached the city, because the tram took a really long time (we missed the first one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the city, we walked around for a bit, then decided to go into the library that was there. It was really cool, because the library was also partly a museum and stuff so there were exhibits, statues, paintings, etc to look at. There was also this really grand reading hall there, called the Dome, and it rose up at a steep angle. There were many window panes in that particular hall to let enough light in so people could read without artificial lights. I took quite a few pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the city we went to find a place to eat and in the end decided on a random pho (Vietnamese beef noodle) place. After eating my dad and I walked around the city. We saw lots of things that were nice and that weren't present in Singapore, such as horses pulling carriages (an equivalent to rickshaws here, you know, a tourist thing), the display windows at Myers that were animated and told a story, and really good buskers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of really good buskers, we saw this guy who was, like, playing three instruments at once. He had his foot on this pedal, which he tapped to make the drum-beat, a harmonica and an unusually designed guitar that he was playing like a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;guzheng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also we saw this guy painted to look like a statue, and was really good cause he kept quite still, so my dad threw in some coins for him. xD At which he immediately turned to us and waved, in a stiff, robotic manner, then snapped back into position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw this really bad busker too, who was wailing like a walrus of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember what happened after that, so I will proceed to write that we went for the Australia Opera Bowl at some huge park. It was half sheltered, and basically it was an outdoor opera concert where the bulk of the people sat having a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set was really good, and so were the voices, I thought. The singers were dressed in modern clothes and not in traditional ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met my dad's friend Debra and her family was there, including her sister-in-law, who is French. We were informed of this when we told her that we (my dad and I) were currently learning French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures there too. In fact, I took a lot of pictures and they will soon be up on Facebook. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-7003288195128254965?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7003288195128254965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=7003288195128254965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7003288195128254965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7003288195128254965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/12/melbourne-2009-part-1.html' title='Melbourne Trip 2009 Part 1'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-4404566774211645667</id><published>2009-11-29T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:40:59.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>Still waiting for the results of my appeal. I think it'll be out on the 3rd of December. Just as well. Oh, guess what. I just suddenly feel an extremely strong hate towards a certain group of people all of a sudden. I think I would be better off in another school with better friends right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had so many things I wanted to type but can't think of them right now. The obvious one is that I'll be going to Australia in about 2 weeks and maybe that would be something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-4404566774211645667?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4404566774211645667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=4404566774211645667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4404566774211645667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4404566774211645667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/11/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-7976994025890413327</id><published>2009-11-19T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:29:24.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Subjects + New Class = Sucky.</title><content type='html'>OMG I can't believe I'm in 3F. I totally hate my new class already. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness. It just has to suck that much, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm not taking Pure Lit because GUESS WHAT, NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE APPLIED FOR IT. I AM SO UPSET I COULD HIT SOMEBODY WITH A HAMMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, they offered me PURE GEOG. OF ALL THINGS. For goodness' sakes, can't they just give me Pure Hist? Why Geog? Who the heck wants to learn about how volcanoes and landforms come about and all that bloody shit. I sure don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND everyone in 2G is never going to be together again. This can't get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no mood to blog about anything else, maybe another day I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so have to appeal to get out of this damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never remembered ever being so frustrated about anything when writing a blog post before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got to change fast or I swear I will go crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-7976994025890413327?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7976994025890413327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=7976994025890413327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7976994025890413327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7976994025890413327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-subjects-new-class-sucky.html' title='New Subjects + New Class = Sucky.'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-8400619568023874308</id><published>2009-11-12T21:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:49:27.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It, Ms Nur's Wedding, Green Day.</title><content type='html'>Five days ago, I went to see This Is It, the Michael Jackson movie, with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got this combo thing where you paid $45 and you got the This Is It t-shirt, the CD, two drinks and popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really entertaining and the whole concert looked like it would've been a real epic one, but too bad it didn't happen. I felt such a great sense of loss after watching the rehearsals because of this. At the last part, I shed a tear, when the whole thing came to an end, and these words came up on the screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;King Of Pop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Loves Lives Forever.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like that. But those last three words were so touching. I felt deeply moved, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. On to lighter things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Nur's wedding was four days ago and I went for the evening session (5.30PM to 6PM). I think the majority of the 2G people and the teachers in the school turned up for the afternoon one (12.30PM to 1PM) though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came too, and he talked to Yi Jun and Wayne when they were all sitting down at the table (I was away somewhere) and my dad commented that Yi Jun was very adult-like and friendly. I nearly rolled my eyes but didn't in the end. Yi Jun, grown-up? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Miss Nur was almost unrecognisable because she was all made up and she looked stunning in all that finery. Her husband looked good too and they looked like a really good pair. Everyone was taking pictures of them and we took a few shots with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and apparently, Miss Nur's brother was my dad's ex-student. It seems like everywhere my dad goes, he meets someone he knows. I guess it is so when you're a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are on Facebook, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a very important thing that needs to be italicized, capitalized, enlarged, made bold, underlined, coloured, highlighted, whatever. No matter what, it needs to be emphasized greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GREEN DAY IS COMING TO SINGAPORE ON THE 14TH OF JANUARY NEXT YEAR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND I NEED TO GO, BECAUSE IF I DON'T, I WILL KICK MYSELF.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dream come true for me. They are about 10% likely to come to Singapore and they finally are. Oh my goodness. I seriously need to go. And not only that. Because the Singapore Indoor Stadium is so awful and big, I need the FREE STANDING TICKETS. That's the only way it can be a great concert. I will be hoping and praying here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing though, the Singapore Indoor Stadium is a five minute walk from my house. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-8400619568023874308?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8400619568023874308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=8400619568023874308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/8400619568023874308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/8400619568023874308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it-ms-nurs-wedding-green-day.html' title='This Is It, Ms Nur&apos;s Wedding, Green Day.'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-4912862226200556092</id><published>2009-11-04T21:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:23:29.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed month, Louisa and Toy Poodle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/SvGNaON6jcI/AAAAAAAAACA/nhMg8QZQlEE/s1600-h/hannahs+events.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400252909826510274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/SvGNaON6jcI/AAAAAAAAACA/nhMg8QZQlEE/s320/hannahs+events.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is so packed and that's the timetable I did on Microsoft Word. For fun. And to remind myself. Although I already have a hard copy but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Australian friend (yes, another), Louisa, was supposed to come, but changed her mind at the last minute. So her arrival is not yet confirmed. My Uncle from Australia will be coming though.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my cousin Marissa has a new dog. The breed is a Toy Poodle. It's so cute, but now it looks bald because its fur got shaved off to ensure it didn't get heat stroke, I gather. It seriously looks like some soft toy! I hugged it today. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy because I will get to play with it every day at my grandma's house after school, when I go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I hate the way the timetable destroys the look of my blog. Doesn't matter I guess. It'll soon move up after maybe just one more post, considering that each of my entries are like, really long and detailed. But that's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-4912862226200556092?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4912862226200556092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=4912862226200556092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4912862226200556092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4912862226200556092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/11/packed-month-louisa-and-toy-poodle.html' title='Packed month, Louisa and Toy Poodle.'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fQh-RndUUOo/SvGNaON6jcI/AAAAAAAAACA/nhMg8QZQlEE/s72-c/hannahs+events.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-8009128755147756676</id><published>2009-11-01T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:22:57.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Iero's B'day, Halloween, Hildan Challenge, Missing 2G.</title><content type='html'>Today might be the last day of October, but since I'm blogging at midnight, it's the 1st of November. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy (Belated) Birthday Frank Iero&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Halloween. Wonder what it would be like to have a neighborhood to go trick-or-treating in. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday (or it two days ago), we had the Hildan Challenge to end off the whole year. We had to run for our CCAs and it was kind of boring but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realize that I'm going to miss my class so very much. Though I have about two more occasions to see the majority of them this year, but still. I really liked the dedication thing Jerlyn did on her blog, so I think I'll do one too. Except mine will be something like, 'One Word to Describe Each of my Classmates'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh I will miss everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will also miss someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-8009128755147756676?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8009128755147756676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=8009128755147756676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/8009128755147756676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/8009128755147756676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/11/frank-ieros-bday-halloween-hildan.html' title='Frank Iero&apos;s B&apos;day, Halloween, Hildan Challenge, Missing 2G.'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-3132049501438511143</id><published>2009-10-24T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:31:08.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Being Able to Go For Clique Outing, 9 Books to Read &amp; Others.</title><content type='html'>Today Isabel and the gang went to watch My Sister's Keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night movies atm aren't favourable, according to the 'rents. They started telling all these terrifying stories over dinner at Lion City Hotel about children who got kidnapped in the '80s and never returned, supposedly sold as slaves in third-world countries, with their limbs cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to my relief, we began to talk about lighter things. My aunt and uncle were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I might watch My Sister's Keeper with them and the 'rents tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the hols. Cause we'll all be going back to Melbourne again. Usually I have fun there, so that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll miss 2G '09. :/ I remember in Sec 1 I was messaging Vanneessa and telling her how I dreaded to be in 1F last year. How I didn't know anyone in class and that I missed P6. But since then, all that's changed and I've decided that P6 was a DREADFUL year. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel sad to leave 2G and I'll miss laughing so much in class like I never have before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know how I'm going to spend my hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I borrowed like 6 books at the Central Lending Library some days ago, and I'm already on the 4th book. However, Mr Koh brought our whole class to the school library during English and made me borrow 3 more books, although I explained to him I already had borrowed some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe I should just borrow a nice picture book with three words on each page (Peter and Jane, maybe, for beginners in English) but in the end I borrowed a comic book set in modern times, based on Shakespeare's The Merchant Of Venice. Seemed interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one from the 'Horribly Famous' book series, about Tutankhamen the young Egytian prince. I've always liked Egytian and Greek culture so I just decided to get that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, The Catcher in the Rye. Gerard Way's supposedly favourite book. I didn't borrow it just for him, but because I know it's one of the good reads. Even my dad has a copy, I found out, but just can't find it. So there, proves my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I have to practice my guitar. Now I can only do rhythm guitar and I want to learn solos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I have to practice my trumpet. I'm now in the school band, and am struggling with the dramatic change, from a stringed instrument I've been learning for close to 2 years now, to a brass one. It's so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a performance thingy coming up soon. I can't quite reach the high notes yet. When I try to I go out of breath, and when I finally breathe out there's this sound that resembles a strangled elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I have to learn how to read notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Keeps me pretty occupied then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-3132049501438511143?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3132049501438511143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=3132049501438511143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/3132049501438511143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/3132049501438511143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-being-able-to-go-for-clique-outing.html' title='Not Being Able to Go For Clique Outing, 9 Books to Read &amp; Others.'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-4720784408182023290</id><published>2009-10-18T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:48:43.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gemmel's Outing, Carrie Underwood and Artwork &amp; Crash Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;16 October 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out (again). This time with Gemmel, and to Orchard Road. We laughed many times today, but first, the chronology of events. From what I do think I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which started like, me and Gemmel didn't even discuss what time to meet the night before (though we were smsing) and then finally I just messaged her that I wanted to meet at 1PM. She didn't reply so anyway I just hoped she would wake up early. Then the following morning I woke up at 10AM. And she woke up, finally, after much hoping and praying, at 11.30AM. With a rather excited sms that was all in CAPS LIKE THIS and sounded very much, um, excited. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least it wasn't too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met and then we went to Borders first. Looked around and Gemmel got some cheap $5 book which sounded interesting, some intelligent suicide dictionary. Which had 'Aah' as one of its reference words too, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ate lunch at BK. Somewhat budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I take that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to goodness-knows-where after that. We were walking all over Orchard Road because I was trying to find Far East Plaza. I called my dad up like five times asking him for directions, only to find out that I'd gone the bloody wrong way and we had to go all the way back. A rather hot day it was too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other things happened along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;We stopped at completely random clothing stall outside Lido and Gemmel got 3 tees and I got one. Mine had turquoise and purple lightning bolts all over. The apparent Lady Gaga symbol, but anyway, that didn't deter me or anything from buying it. The stall-owner asked if Gemmel and I were siblings, to which I replied a firm "no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. This guy was walking in front of us along the street and was telling his friend in a rather indignant and sure voice (and probably not realizing his grammatical mistake too), pointing to a nearby grass patch, "I think they was parking there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Gemmel started laughing like crap and explained that she had misheard it as "I think they was fucking there." It seemed appropriate and I cracked up too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; We stopped at Mac for Iced Lemon Tea and to rest our tired (and my blistered) feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; We saw a random stage in front of the Ion Shopping Centre. Somebody was singing and people were gathering around it. Big screens were up, but neither of us recognized the lady. Gemmel suggested we tap a random gentleman on the shoulder and inquire politely, "Excuse me sir, but who the fuck is performing there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't in the end, sadly, and were doomed to live in ignorance for, I guess, until we found out who the fuck was performing on that stage after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; A stop at That CD Shop. Gemmel got her Scream album and the shop assistant lady asked if I was Japanese, to which I also replied a firm "no". She looked doubtful though. I wondered why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about ten billion years, we finally arrived at Far East Plaza. All that effort. I realized it wasn't worth it after all. Oh well. At least Gemmel got something from there. Gothic-looking, studded-strapped black sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that I think that was it. The last stop was back to Borders. To read. And then we parted ways and I watched Julie &amp;amp; Julia with family members at Lido at 9.30PM. And discovered who the fuck was performing on that stage. Carrie Underwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady who me and Gemmel saw singing earlier on was, I think, a 'trial run'. It wasn't really Carrie Underwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe my eyes at first though. xD I called a few people to tell them, but only one picked up. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired because it is around 1AM, almost 2AM. And I still feel I have to blog. Or I seriously never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;17 October 2009 (which was, effectively, a few hours ago, considering that it is already past midnight)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to VivoCity. The highlight of this whole day was me getting two important albums. Crash Love by AFI and Artwork by The Used. Both released just a few months ago. This year, yes. I've gotten maybe five albums already this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is a good year where my favourite bands are releasing albums. I'm still contemplating buying Paramore's Brand New Eyes. And, most definitely, I'll be getting MCR's new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-4720784408182023290?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4720784408182023290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=4720784408182023290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4720784408182023290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4720784408182023290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/10/gemmels-outing-carrie-underwood-and.html' title='Gemmel&apos;s Outing, Carrie Underwood and Artwork &amp; Crash Love.'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-1499449776429498237</id><published>2009-10-18T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:50:43.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with Clique.</title><content type='html'>Today is actually Sunday already and my blog is dead. Well it isn't anymore though. I just don't want to blog but I have to. I have to keep track of my life this way. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days ago, I went out with Isabel, Choy, Grace C., Jazryl, Van, Grace A. and Tai Ying. The dress code was dresses or skirts so most of us wore it. This dress idea came from me actually. As a joke. We were all in Mac talking about having an outing, and I just added, a bit sarcastically in fact, "Yes, and at the same time, why not we all wear dresses? Like, maybe even sun dresses?" And then everyone thought I was serious and were like "Yeah let's!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I must admit that I didn't really bother to correct them, which was why the idea kind of just stuck on. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jazryl and Choy at Tampines MRT at about 12PM and we took a bus which went to the bus stop just outside Isabel's house. From there Isabel, Grace A. and Tai Ying boarded the bus and we sat in it until we got to the Singapore River I think, then we all got off. We were actually going to have a picnic there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought food inside Central and after that walked outside, set up our stuff facing the Singapore River and sat down, ready for a nice picnic. Then rain came. A few harmless droplets, but enough to make us shift our things inside the shelter, into a small corner where we continued our picnic, defying everything known of that very word. No grass patches and no picnic baskets, just plain concrete pavements and a rough set-up of takeaways from Subway or BK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about maybe 45 minutes we packed up and stayed around the Singapore River area for about an hour and a half I suppose. Eating ice-cream at some shop there. Taking pictures around various parts and with different poses. Lots and lots of them. Those will soon be up on Facebook when everyone, or maybe just me, can finally be bothered to post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we proceeded to Bugis on a bus. We walked around inside Bugis Junction for a while, around the various shop-carts. But we spent the most time at Diva and the Body Shop. The Body Shop was funny because all we were ever doing was taking free samples of the various perfumes, hand lotions, etc at the shop. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw a lady shop assistant applying eyebrow-liner on another woman in front of a mirror. All of us paused for a moment, all intrigued by this for various reasons. I soon identified the shop assistant as a transvestite after some scrutinizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around that time Tai Ying had spotted the AT teacher who had taught us on our very first lesson, walking inside Bugis in a bit of a hurry; nonetheless Isabel, Tai Ying and I went out to say hi to him before he hurried off once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Van and, I think Tai Ying at around this time, had to leave, so the remaining six of us continued on towards the Central Lending Library, which was just a stone's throw away from Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked around a bit and I borrowed six books, whereas the average for the rest was around maybe two. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it was already about 8PM when Jazryl, Choy, Grace C. and Grace A. had to leave. Isabel and I stayed on and left at 8.30PM, where we got picked up by our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall continue yesterday's and today's post on a new entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-1499449776429498237?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1499449776429498237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=1499449776429498237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/1499449776429498237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/1499449776429498237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/10/outing-with-clique.html' title='Outing with Clique.'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-6840936677602229232</id><published>2009-09-11T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:10:04.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mikey Way's B'day, 9/11 Bombings and Post About Outing With Gemmel Later XD</title><content type='html'>Oh joy. It's been so long since I last blogged. I'm seriously damn lazy to, and I think its because everytime I blog I have to write a really long post (don't tell me not to, I can't help it D:) so yeah. Anyway, I decided to blog today because yesterday was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MIKEY WAY'S B'DAY =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was a very significant day. There are four other significant days in the year in terms of being related to a certain band, but well it must be so obvious what I'm referring to. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I'm actually blogging on 11 September (its apparently already past 12MN), which means that Mikey Way's B'day was yesterday and I'm a little late. Haha. I think that's cause I went out with Gemmel to Orchard Road right after Math remedial today. Met her at City Hall at 5PM and we had difficulty looking for each other. I really didn't realize City Hall Interchange was that big. I expected it to be something along the lines of Tanah Merah Interchange. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'll blog about that outing tomorrow (or later today, actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today I'll also be going for DEP, and Band, which I just joined recently. I've absolutely no regrets about joining though I really have to try and catch up. :x Way behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today I should also be commemorating the day when people died in the 9/11 bombings 8 years ago, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;R.I.P. VICTIMS OF THE SEPT 11 BOMBINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have to be fair and stop giving Mikey Way all the attention today. :P But yeah, on a serious note, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; being, like, serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now I guess I'm not going to blog anymore, not at least until later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-6840936677602229232?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6840936677602229232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=6840936677602229232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/6840936677602229232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/6840936677602229232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/09/mikey-ways-bday-911-bombings-and-post.html' title='Mikey Way&apos;s B&apos;day, 9/11 Bombings and Post About Outing With Gemmel Later XD'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-3663762472697895272</id><published>2009-07-19T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:56:06.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My B'day! :D</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the doctor cause I'm still sick. :/ He gave me an MC for Monday and Tuesday but I wanna go to school. So I've to pray for a speedy recovery then. Haha then today my dad got a DVD of ten of Michael Jackson's best MVs (music videos). I can't wait to watch it actually. His performances, especially the dancing, can be quite electrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as I type out this post, I'm enjoying a mouthful of blueberry rum cake which my mum baked just today. We have yet another set of guests over at our house (they're here right now, my mum's friends from work). The set of guests who came over to our house yesterday are the ones I'll talk about in the next few paragraphs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yesterday might've been the best birthday I've had since I was ten. All these three years it was so mundane, then suddenly this year, I got to invite friends over and have a great big chocolatey cake from Four Seasons popped right in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What actually happened was that yesterday, Jazryl, Grace, Teri and Jerlyn came over to my house for my birthday. We didn't get to do much though. Everything happened a bit too fast. My dad was supposed to pick them all up from Kallang MRT at 1PM, but in the end we arrived there half an hour later. Fortunately it wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;much of a delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, when we all arrived at my home, my dad declared a 'private lunch party' and we sat down to Aglio Olio (with a special addition of tom yum leaves) and sausage buns. We were laughing cause Grace was doing various voice imitations (I suspect she was trying to entertain us with her circus clown antics xD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the others examined my house and I brought Jerlyn to my garden to tour around, after which we all proceeded to my room where I played my Fender (a very rare and special occasion) before my intimate audience of four. The song was mainly Famous Last Words by MCR and I was playing the electric rhythm (guitar two, if you will, because guitar one is the lead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after chatting for a while, we headed down to the pool to splash around. The rest were doing somersaults and flips and whatnot in the lap pool, but I couldn't join in because of my cold. If I blew any bubbles in the pool the germs would be passed so I just basically dipped. And went pool-walking. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the others wanted to give me a surprise, so at one point of time they stalled me, and Jazryl got the house key from me because she said she needed to get clothes, and told me to stay put. Funny, I never suspected anything was amiss. XD They went inside my house and tied balloons everywhere, including my wrists lol. That was quite cute haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them were supposed to be sent back to Kallang MRT at around 5.30PM to 6PM but guess what, they all stayed for dinner, which was until 9PM! I was quite happy lol. We took loads of pics (mainly all were on Jerlyn's phone and Jazryl's cam). In the end, my dad sent all of them back to their respective houses. Quite a long journey too. That sums up just about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank these people too for birthday greetings and such (in alphabetical order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amabelle&lt;br /&gt;Audrey&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Ivy&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Jen and family&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Mary&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Sharon&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Sze Kee&lt;br /&gt;Ayaka&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;Daiyan&lt;br /&gt;Dina and family&lt;br /&gt;Gail&lt;br /&gt;Grace Chew&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents (maternal)&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents (paternal)&lt;br /&gt;Gim Her and family&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Jaclyn&lt;br /&gt;Jazryl&lt;br /&gt;Jerlyn&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn&lt;br /&gt;Lee Wai&lt;br /&gt;Marissa&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;br /&gt;Mylene and family&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah Roslan&lt;br /&gt;Teri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and everyone else too who I forgot to mention (tell me though xD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my parents for whom the party would never have been possible otherwise, and, once more, the four lovely attendees who helped make my day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-3663762472697895272?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3663762472697895272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=3663762472697895272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/3663762472697895272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/3663762472697895272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-bday-d.html' title='My B&apos;day! :D'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-4884513516821770065</id><published>2009-07-15T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:20:30.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ray Toro's B'day and mine!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo. I managed to sneak this post in. Obviously I've been too busy to blog. Too much homework and tests and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ray Toro's B'day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so I thought I should blog about it. Happy Birthday Ray, even though you're not ever going to know me. And I'm going to do this for all people from MCR by the way. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's also my aunt's birthday and we're going out for dinner tomorrow I think. So yeah. What a full week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today Mr. Lai reminded us that on the 22nd of July at 9.17AM (the day we're not going to school) there'll be an eclipse of the Sun. I'd have preferred if we were at school when it happened though. It would've been so cool and fun to have your friends there when it happened and seeing everybody's reactions lol. But oh well. I'm going to get my camera ready by then and hopefully be able to drag myself out of bed and not sleep in as I usually do on hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for Saturday too cause Jazryl, Grace, Teri and Jerlyn are gonna come to my house and celebrate my b'day (which also happens to be two days after Ray Toro's :D Haha yep I just had to say that, obviously.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with me. Haha I'm really looking forward to it. So far only Teri's been to my house so yeah. Oh yeah, I also know two other people who have the same b'day as me, my cousin and my distant aunt. How cool is that. And how common too. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the day after my mum's friends are coming to our house. Soo busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'll probably be blogging again after Saturday. Or Sunday. Whichever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't blog about the sushi place cause then my post will go on and on forever as usual. I'll just sum up the quality of the food in two words. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-4884513516821770065?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4884513516821770065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=4884513516821770065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4884513516821770065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4884513516821770065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/ray-toros-bday-and-mine.html' title='Ray Toro&apos;s B&apos;day and mine!'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-1470100615739678229</id><published>2009-07-01T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:28:40.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First of July and Emil's Visit</title><content type='html'>Woah I so can't believe its already the first of July and the third day of school. The new classroom was a bit confusing cause they sorta reversed it. What is the damn point? Doesn't help our learning at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be going out with my dad's cousins and their children (also my cousins, but distant ones I think) tonight. At Clarke Quay to some Japanese place to eat. I'll probably write another post when I get back. Maybe. Haha. I've never ever done two blog posts in a day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we had a guest over from Australia who was here for about 3D2N on a stopover from Japan back to his home in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was here on the 26th (Friday), but he stayed at a backpackers hotel and only came to stay with us the following day on the 27th. We met him for lunch at Komala Villas in Little India, after which we went home to rest for a while. After napping, at about 6.30PM, we set out for the fortnightly dinner gathering at my paternal grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Keppel Marina (a stone's throw away from our serviced apartment). By then, it was already like 11PM. Then we went to St. James' Power Station (a group of nightclubs all joined together, in case you weren't sure) and I actually snuck into the Boiling Room, sort of. Haha, and you had to be like 18 or something. There were people smoking everywhere and I also saw some getting drunk. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had supper at this chinese restaurant in the compound (the so-called more decent area, I guess) and by the time we arrived back home, it was 3AM. We all slept at 4AM after the showers and everything. And I only slept that late once or twice during the hols, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, our guest left. My parents sent him to a few last minute places before the airport. I didn't tag along because I myself was doing something last minute - the Math holiday assignments. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I'm just so sure more guests will be coming again, including this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-1470100615739678229?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1470100615739678229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=1470100615739678229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/1470100615739678229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/1470100615739678229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-of-july-and-emils-visit.html' title='First of July and Emil&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-4757819080287070157</id><published>2009-06-27T22:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:09:30.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third and Fourth Day at Caribbean and Transformers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ahh I feel totally lazy to blog. Anyway I've decided that I will. I don't ever type 'Today I..' because I never have time to blog on the day itself. I feel so proud of myself for not finishing my Elearn homework. Oh well. Back to what I was saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I shall start with what happened yesterday (yes, I'm planing to lump many things into one blog post). I went with my auntie and cousins to see Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen. One of my cousins' neighbours tagged along too. The film wasn't as draggy as I thought it might be. It was quite cool I guess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I actually arrived home at 11PM cause we saw a late 5PM show. The damn thing was 3 hours. It just so happened that my step-uncle came to stay with us too. So my mother was back to being the chambermaid - changing bedsheets like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;K. I'll now be blogging about the last two days at my Caribbean serviced apartment (which I'm back from).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;22nd June (Day 3)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On this day we invited relatives and friends to come over to our apartment to eat home cooked dishes. Uh yeah I think that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;23rd June (Day 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did roughly the same thing as the previous day. Then when my cousins were sleeping I watched Fawlty Towers with the adults. Haha. Yeah, and we checked out on this day as well. It was a bit sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5877690588015646235-4757819080287070157?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4757819080287070157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=4757819080287070157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4757819080287070157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4757819080287070157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/third-and-fourth-day-at-caribbean-and.html' title='Third and Fourth Day at Caribbean and Transformers!'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-7246382457581705558</id><published>2009-06-20T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:49:29.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First and Second Day at Caribbean!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we (my maternal grandparents, grand-uncle, parents and myself) checked into our serviced apartment at Caribbean, on that very day I slept at 4AM and had to wake up at 7-8AM, so I was exhausted like anything and of course didn't have the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is of course is a planned family-ish holiday, so my paternal grandparents, uncle, aunt, cousins checked into the apartment next to us and a few of my mum's friends checked into the apartment above us, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually a lift that goes straight up to your apartment. It's quite cool. As in, when you walk out, your apartment door is just to the right. The whole thing is very much like a hotel. There are chambermaids to make your bed up for you and things like that. And there are free titbits in a basket (instant noodles, Oreos and such) awaiting your consumption on a smooth marble table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after checking in (pics will be up for the benefit of Teri and anybody else soon), we all rested. I watched Fawlty Towers with my parents and the rest gambled (they brought cards, mahjong and mahjong paper xD). Then after a while, my aunt (who stays just next door) rang our bell and we all went to Harbourfont to eat very nice pho and to VivoCity to shop for groceries for cooking. Its actually three minutes away from where we are. Just next door in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished the shopping, it was already 5PM and we headed back to our apartment to cook. My mum's friends were coming over, so she was cooking Aglio Olio (one of my fav pastas) for them. While my mum was cooking, my uncle, aunt, cousins, grandparents (paternal), grand-uncle and dad took a walk just outside the vicinity of our apartment to watch the Virgo ship set sail. We took pictures and videos of the ship before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I showered, I went to my cousins' apartment to play Uno and Stress with everyone there. Then at 12:30AM, I headed back to sleep. That was generally what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today nothing much happened. I woke up at 2:30PM today because of sleeping at 4AM the previous day. I discovered that my parents and grandpa were not in because they had gone to the dentist, so after I ate lunch, I went next doors to play Uno with my cousins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few games of Uno, I came back, and I've been slacking and on the computer ever since. Now my mum's cooking for another set of guests and I'm just watching SpongeBob Squarepants on Nickolodeon. Haha yeah I'm just that bored I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-7246382457581705558?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7246382457581705558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=7246382457581705558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7246382457581705558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7246382457581705558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-and-second-day-at-caribbean.html' title='First and Second Day at Caribbean!'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-4615391006054691875</id><published>2009-06-18T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:42:36.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day before stay at Caribbean serviced apartment!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post after like 23 days maybe. Which is approximately 3 weeks and two days. =) I feel so happy. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see to the right, three people on my tagboard are squabbling and trying to protest against my blogskin (one even claims that all are against me), but as I said before, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; change it. And that's that. I also find them pretty cute in their futile efforts to stop me. Relax, at least I'm not bent on world domination or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going for a holiday in Singapore. Yes, you heard me right. Below are snippets of a conversation which took place a few hours ago (minus all of the irrelevant shit we were rattling on about and some of the ch4tsp34k [except 'lol' and 'XD']{it was through sms}).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;            We have to pack for our stay at the serviced apartment tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEMMEL:&lt;/span&gt; LOL why are you gonna stay there anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;            Stay there for holiday. Its near VivoCity. Our apartment is at Caribbean condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gemmel:&lt;/span&gt; LOL MY DEAR I THINK MOST PEOPLE ACTUALLY GO TO ANOTHER&lt;br /&gt;                   COUNTRY FOR A HOLIDAY, NOT A FEW MRT STATIONS AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;            This is budget holiday. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note: This is not a play like you thought it was.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that part about going overseas rather than a few MRT stations away for holiday sounded sensible enough, but I'm sure that the budget part explained &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, so I'll probably blog again when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-4615391006054691875?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4615391006054691875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=4615391006054691875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4615391006054691875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4615391006054691875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-before-stay-at-caribbean-serviced.html' title='Day before stay at Caribbean serviced apartment!'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-7057971814143857298</id><published>2009-05-26T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:37:41.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehearsal for Student Council Commendation, picking our class lock, Sports Day, outing with Gemmel &amp; the cast party.</title><content type='html'>Today was such a boring, mundane day. Well maybe not all of it, but mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucked because the programmes today were basically all talks. Even recess felt a bit draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the exciting thing that happened today was that me, Gail, Jazryl and Grace Ang went up to class with the intention of enjoying the blissful air-conditioner and joined later by Isabel, Tai Ying, Ivan Tay, Jerome and Xian Yong, but guess what? Myron had the damn key and was somewhere around in the school, so not being able to contact him, we decided to try a really stupid thing which might not even have worked, which was to try and pick the locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind soul from a neighbouring class sacrificed her hair pin for us, and Ivan broke the pin into half, giving each halve to Gail and Jerome to try either of the two locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually looked pretty suspicious, picking locks in broad daylight. And might I mention, a bit retarded too, since all of us had about 0%-20% lockpicking experience. It just so happened that by luck, Xian Yong had managed to pick the back door's lock and we all got in, happy again. It was quite a weird experience, but all I know is that none of us will ever succeed, should we choose a career path in Robbery. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Guitar Club had a rehearsal for Student Council Commendation too. I didn't go for many of the sessions because I thought since it was after exams, Guitar would be all boring and we'd just be sitting around, but how wrong I was to think that. I must admit that Jazryl's presence did, after all, influence my decision to go. She could make it last minute because her keyboard lesson was called off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was just a rehearsal, but it went sooo badly. It was so embarrassing to have so many people watching us, and I realized that Guitar Club's weakness at the point in time was its lack of members. So many members of Guitar were in Council, so they couldn't perform. We messed up Through The Canon (like wth, srsly?). Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounded messed up the way we played it, so hopefully it'll sound better when our conductor comes to help us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway. We also had a cast party for one of my dad's shows at our house some days ago. The people who were present were really nice and they liked Guitar Hero and My Chemical Romance too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was also the same day I went to Bugis with Gemmel. Haha yeah belated much. As you can see, I'm practically squeezing everything into one entry. I bought a Coke purse and Gemmel got Pepsi though she didn't really like it. She was just too rich and bored. :P And then we got bullet necklaces. Mine was totally sleek and silver, but Gemmel's had this weird band of gold around the centre. xD Finee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun because I realized things are a whole lot more promising when you're loaded. With cash, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-7057971814143857298?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7057971814143857298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=7057971814143857298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7057971814143857298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7057971814143857298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/rehearsal-for-student-council.html' title='Rehearsal for Student Council Commendation, picking our class lock, Sports Day, outing with Gemmel &amp; the cast party.'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-210927803898384995</id><published>2009-04-29T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:23:34.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF!</title><content type='html'>Two days ago was our SYF. I srsly can't believe that it came and went so fast. ;o&lt;br /&gt;But we got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SILVER&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;That was good cause I was expecting a Bronze or even C.O.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, what happened was that on Monday we went to school at 7AM. When I arrived Jerlyn was there already, then we saw Clarissa and chatted for a while before having breakfast (it was from Mac; a Sausage McMuffin, hash brown and mini pack of milo). Then we cleaned up and proceeded to the band room for a last minute rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we boarded the bus to Republic Poly, which was in Woodlands. While we waited backstage for our turn (yeah I fast-forwarded), we could hear the other schools playing. They were so good and their pieces were so complex and stuff like that. I even felt embarrassed going up against them actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, but when it was finally our turn, I wasn't even like one bit nervous or anything. I was perfectly fine and maybe even a little excited, not to mention embarrassed (as written above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were actually 3 'surprise guests'. Two were sitting in the audience (Mrs. Sui and Mr. Lian) and the other was discovered when we all finished our performance and joined the audience too (My dad! Like wth. Apparently he was going to leave, then saw us walk in, so he stayed a bit longer. I was like ;O).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we left after watching the rest of the guitar groups that were before the interval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when we went back to school, me, Jazryl and Jerlyn joined the AT class but only Jazryl stayed for the Science remedial. The rest of us were slacking in the canteen. Or maybe acting like we were on crack in the canteen. xD Specifically Grace Chew. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-210927803898384995?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/210927803898384995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=210927803898384995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/210927803898384995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/210927803898384995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/04/syf.html' title='SYF!'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-6270702705027588890</id><published>2009-04-21T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:36:19.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robyn, Keith and the upcoming SYF</title><content type='html'>Yay time to blog again. Had no time and finally am back on again. But first, I'd like to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Gerard Way! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha that greeting came way too late though. From today (21st April), it's actually 12 days late. Oh well. Couldn't help it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, Keith, that Aussie friend of my dad's who was supposed to come back from a stopover in Amsterdam came and we brought him around Chinatown, Kallang Leisure Park and other places. He and my dad also went to see Departures, the Japanese film, again in the cinema (I went before w/ my parents and wanted to go again but I had school. D:), and which is like the best film I've ever seen so far (yes better than Slumdog for goodness' sakes) and the best film my dad has ever seen in the last 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a day after that (such good timing), another Aussie friend of my dad's, Robyn, came over. So my mum was changing bedsheets like a chambermaid and we were basically like a B&amp;amp;B place. Haha. Anyway, she apparently lives on a farm and rears two Arabian ponies, so now I'm very keen to go over and stay with her the next time I go to Australia. It'd be awfully fun to ride them around. :D She stayed for about 4D3N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the list of guests has slowed to a stop, but not really, cause my uncle who lives in Melbourne came over at the beginning of the month and is leaving only next week. We have less to worry about though, cause he's alternating between my house and my grandma's house, and he knows the way around Singapore so he can bring himself out (lol weird way of saying it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so those were the highlights of this month. Sadly, they've come to an end. :/ I srsly hope that my dad's other Aussie friends will come over. All of them said they would but it's just not happening so yeah, it's a bit sad really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and lastly, my SYF for guitar is on Monday next week at Republic Poly! I hope we get a Silver, but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; better if it was Gold (with honours). :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-6270702705027588890?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6270702705027588890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=6270702705027588890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/6270702705027588890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/6270702705027588890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/04/robyn-keith-and-upcoming-syf.html' title='Robyn, Keith and the upcoming SYF'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-8896737156103418340</id><published>2009-04-06T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:17:57.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO.</title><content type='html'>Woohoo today I got my new camera. It's so awesome and I'm sharing it with my dad lol. I feel so bad for not having time to blog about Malacca, Synergy Night and my dad's Aussie friend who came. Now it's 11PM + and I really should be in bed but I can't help but feel incomplete if I don't blog. And how is it that SOME people (aka the ones on my tagboard), complain that my blog is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;, and they have time to blog &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every single day&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extremely irrelevant topics&lt;/span&gt; (eg. Today I had my CCA, went to McDonald's with my friends, went to the library). It's seriously WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first off Malacca. Too lazy to blog cause the trip was too short. So go to the links below for pics if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=69543&amp;amp;id=739754091&amp;amp;saved#/photo.php?pid=1562002&amp;amp;id=739754091"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; clickity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=69543&amp;amp;id=739754091&amp;amp;saved#/photo.php?pid=1562228&amp;amp;id=739754091"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Synergy Night. To summarize it, the bad part was that we went there so early in the morning and wasted about 13 hours at the Esplanade, but the good parts (to name a few) were that we got to keep our Esplanade passes as memoirs, the dressing rooms were cool and the food was served on time. Haha. it went well except for the fact that the timing was secretly awful. Haha someone's stand dropped at the beginning (I wonder who) and at the end of Through The Storm I plucked a wrong note, but all in all it was successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad's Aussie friend, Keith, came. He stayed for a night on a stopover to Amsterdam (and is currently still there) for a conference, and he also came for the briefing on the Subject Combination Choice at school. xD This Friday, or maybe Saturday, he'll be coming back on the way home to Sydney for about 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get more time to blog again. I also feel bad for leaving out so many details because my blog entries are usually a minimum of 5 paragraphs, with detailed details in each paragraph. If you count it's 5, but you understand, it just doesn't do it for me. I feel incomplete again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-8896737156103418340?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8896737156103418340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=8896737156103418340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/8896737156103418340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/8896737156103418340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/04/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO.'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-7529319413775613059</id><published>2009-03-19T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:12:04.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag Day</title><content type='html'>Another entry to revive this somewhat dead blog. I just thought I might post only for relevant events, not saying that  Flag Day is actually one of them. xD I'm just too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 4 days ago, on the 18th, we had Flag Day. Which is basically collecting money from random people, putting it in tins and giving out free stickers too so yeah. I didn't even want to go but some who couldn't did. I was actually supposed to go for the 7AM timeslot but went for the 11AM one instead cause I called to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad sent me to Tampines MRT and from there I took a train to Pasir Ris to meet Jazryl. I also met Wayne who was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; 2 hours late for his slot. xD So when I got there we ate at &lt;s&gt;KFC&lt;/s&gt; Burger King (thanks to Jazryl for correcting) and after that met Vanneessa. We collected our cans and tried collecting money around the (Pasir Ris) area, and though the first person that I asked that day donated to me, the occasions were rare, because people didn't even SEE you, so how you expect them to give you money? It was an impossible task, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, Melwin and his gang were ambushing the nearest bus stop and a few others were ambushing the next nearest, so guess what we did? We took a train to the Expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over there, we met AJ who was so lonely and had actually gone there by himself, and we caught him as he was about to leave. Then he ended up staying with us for the rest of the two and a half hours that we were going to be there for. The people there were also much nicer. Instead of not seeing you, they would look you in the eye, smile and say, "No thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then on the other side of the MRT's entrance a few metres away, there was a door leading into one of the halls. AJ would try to hold the door for people and Vanneessa would try to beat him to it, then on the MRT's entrance Jazryl had to stand aside and let me ask for donations because I complained that her can was heavier than mine. There also happened to be, out of the four of us, only two of us who stood on either side at a time. We didn't actually discuss this beforehand, it was natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this occasion that this guy didn't want to donate to AJ but donated to me, so that was funny. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while we went inside the hall to buy donuts and rest, then we tried going to a different spot but that didn't work, so at the end of it all we found that the spot that we had been standing at for the past two hours had turned out to be the most effective. Though it amazes me to think that we actually did stand there. For two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the four cans, this is the descending order, starting from heaviest to lightest ---&gt; Jazryl , Me , Vann , AJ (he claimed most of it was from his own pocket).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Pasir Ris, met Gail, Jerlyn, Ayaka, Faith, Qian Ting and a few others I can't remember and gave the cans back. Then Jerlyn told me that she had practically gone to the Esplanade to collect donations. Wth. Obviously she got a lot cause no one went there besides her. Shortly after we went back to Tampines and went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-7529319413775613059?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7529319413775613059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=7529319413775613059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7529319413775613059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7529319413775613059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/03/flag-day.html' title='Flag Day'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-4634498490775110998</id><published>2009-02-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:58:12.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazryl and Bras Basar Complex</title><content type='html'>I'm so proud of myself. My first blog post since CNY. I'm just that lazy, and in the coming posts, you will see how there is a lack of complete sentences. My eyes are getting so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather depressing. Mrs Sui made us copy three chapters just because some of us were noisy. And what was I doing? Writing in Rachel's book, that's what. Absolutely minding my own business, in fact, until it happened. There is no justice. Why should some of us who were perfectly innocent get a punishment we didn't deserve? Forming a protest party would be perfectly legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I was supposed to meet Ms Tan. For the NZ powerpoint thing. But the only problem was that I forgot about it. And arranged an outing with Jazryl to Bras Basar(?) Complex to look at guitars. And choose picks. Yes, all the way there. It's just that awesome. So tell me, was I actually willing to have someone spoil my day, just for that presentation, in which not everyone could come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously I went tp Bras Basar. It was so cool. I saw Frank's guitar again and got jealous because I wanted it badly. Avril Lavigne's guitar, which I had seen on my previous visit, was now nowhere in sight. I started to wonder why, at that thought. xD I got a thin, flexible, white fin-shaped pick and a tuner while Jazryl got the same type of pick as mine, as well as another slightly thicker Ernie Ball one. We spent about ten minutes in total looking at those picks, which was ridiculous. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw irrelevant things (to what we were looking for), such as kazoos, clarinets, a black Hello Kitty acoustic guitar and a pink Hello Kitty Fender electric guitar. Prior to that, we also did see awesome things which might or might not have been relevant, like a custom Fender guitar showcase room, Frank's electric guitar, a Sukulele, a fat gay-looking coin-shaped pick and a few effects pedals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Popular to look at stationery. It was a bit weird because I've never exactly felt a great sense of joy in looking at various pens, files and etc, but it seemed that Jazryl did. I also saw a selection of CDs thereand tried not to look at the boxed set of the High School Musical saga, which was apparently going on sale. Everyone had started watching Twilight instead, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about half an hour, we proceeded back to Bugis (from where we had walked to Bras Basar Complex from) and went to McDonalds. Since I had gotten the tuner, I was absolutely broke, and believe me, it was such an awful feeling to not even be able to buy a full meal, but only the burger itself and medium fries respectively. It was even sadder, however, when Jazryl and me had wanted to buy ice cream after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price of the ice cream was 70 cents, and after the pathetic meal and combining our remaining coins, we only had $1.20 in total. It was so sad I could've cried, especially when at the next table, a woman was greedily licking away at her cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to think of happy pink bunnies hopping around in evergreen fields with lovely daisies sprouting around everywhere in the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;I really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I could think of was an extremely violent word which I do happen to use myself every so often without fail. However, I have decided that I will fail to post it here, just for this once, to save both my reputation and your disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, after which, Jazryl and I made our last stop to the Apple shop, where we would part ways later. We were playing with the iPod Nanos in the shop although we already had them. I played with the iTouch too, but after two minutes got bored. xD When I held the iPod Classic 120GB, I was amazed at how fat and bulky it was, and how easily my fingerprints dirtied its metal back. Don't blame me though. The last time I held such a prehistoric thing was 250 million years ago, so I forgot the feel of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-4634498490775110998?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4634498490775110998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=4634498490775110998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4634498490775110998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4634498490775110998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/02/jazryl-and-bras-basar-complex.html' title='Jazryl and Bras Basar Complex'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-239612109334381490</id><published>2009-01-30T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:42:27.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Lol I can finally be bothered to blog again. During CNY me, my uncles, aunts and cousins stayed up late and went to Vivo City to watch movies, because apparently it had become a 'tradition' that I didn't know about. xD Also, we didn't really have anyone to visit. In fact, I only visited three different houses. However, I got a sizable amount of red packets so yay for me, though I only got to keep $80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was basically CNY for me, apart from the class party where we were required to bring magazines to do up a card for someone (supposedly for CNY or something) for a whole two hours. Teri and I did cards for each other and exchanged them. The one I did for Teri had weird random pictures of TC5 in it (ugly Kyle Patrick HA), Fergie on the front, and inside, a picture of her all-time favourite pink idol Avril, complimented by a card with an equally (sickeningly, I'm sorry) pink background which she had specially chosen for me to decorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, chose a black card and picked out pictures in Teri's magazine like The Joker (obviously Heath Ledger w/ makeup and the only reason why anyone should EVER watch the Batman movie), the Secondhand Serenade logo, Travis Barker, Sylar from Heroes and Russell Brand, but sadly there wasn't any MCR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received my card I was a bit annoyed with the way the pictures were cut so badly (because I did take effort to cut the pictures on Teri's card PROPERLY), and also because Teri included pictures of Paris Hilton and Katy Perry. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tried to overlook this flaw in my card, but I also couldn't help but notice how bland the card looked after it was finished, so in the end I got Jerlyn and Grace to help me decorate my card with all my colour pencils and I allowed them to scribble anything anywhere they pleased as part of the messy scrapbook theme I had wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri had drawn an arrow pointing to Paris Hilton which said 'Paris Hilton', and upon seeing this I promptly crossed it out and replaced it with 'beech' in colourful letters, in case someone read my card and thought 'bitch' was a profanity. It actually isn't, by the way. Yes Grace, it WAS sad that I had to decorate my own card. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, enough with the card already. I already spent four paragraphs complaining about it so I think I'll stop. xD Tomorrow I'm going to my paternal grandmother's house for an 'open house', as in, for a CNY party and not to witness it being sold or whatever. And it will probably be like another 2 million years before I blog again. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-239612109334381490?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/239612109334381490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=239612109334381490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/239612109334381490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/239612109334381490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-1416954604402384165</id><published>2008-12-31T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:29:44.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Trip Part IV</title><content type='html'>Today we had a barbeque to celebrate New Year and invited lots of people. It's is so sad because today's my last day here in Australia, and the moment I get back I have to practice to perform on 5th Jan for Guitar Club! Like wth. I quit school already. It's also 2009 here because it's 3 hours ahead of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also my dad's b'day. My cousins got my dad three shirts with funny sayings on them. OH, and not to mention, Happy B'day to Bob Bryar from MCR. =) So cool, it's the same day as my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went out with Yvonne to Crown Casino (again) and we had lunch at this retaurant called Greko, and after which we went to the Galactic Circus, which is actually an arcade. We were trying to win a PSP from the stacking game thingy and Yvonne won two toys for me from another machine. I also played the Japanese version of Guitar Hero and Yvonne and I played the dance game where you have to step either left, right, up or down according to the screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-1416954604402384165?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1416954604402384165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=1416954604402384165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/1416954604402384165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/1416954604402384165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/12/melbourne-trip-part-iv.html' title='Melbourne Trip Part IV'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-1722782985001998753</id><published>2008-12-28T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:35:38.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Trip Part III</title><content type='html'>This morning me, Tin Tin, my mum and my uncle were supposed to go to the city to get Tin Tin's phone, but I felt lazy so I ended up not following and slept in instead. When I woke up we went to my uncle's friend's house for lunch. The food was so delicious and I was enjoying every bit of it. I ate something that looked exactly and tasted exactly like beef but it was kangaroo. But I tried not to think about it though. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had two dogs, a Jack Russell and a terrier and they were so cute, as well as a pet lizard (as in the exotic looking type, not the ones that climb up walls in your house) and ferrets. Really unusual pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and rested for a while before me and my parents went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; friend's house. It was just around the corner so it was about 5 minutes by car, thank goodness, because I'm used to all these long 2 hour trips to the countryside and stuff. We had a roast dinner there, then I spent the most of the time talking to their 17 year old son, Morgan. They had another son but he wasn't present. However, we played on his Xbox and went into his room and played music and of course came out to have desert as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, me, my parents and my uncle and auntie had gone to the Lavendula Farm in Daylesford. It was a 2 hour drive from Brighton (yes that's what I'm talking about), and I slept for most of it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very pretty and it had mostly lavenders in it, as you can tell from the name, but also a few animals like sheep, donkeys and geese. There was one part of the farm where there was a whole sea of lavenders and it looked so neat. Then there was this cottage in the premises and we had to wait for an hour for it to open, and while waiting we sat at the cafe and ate some scones and bread. They tasted like lavender, not like bath soap (which I had experience when I drank lavender-flavoured Vitagen), but pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stepped into the cottage, I was surprised to find how cool it was compared to outside (it's summer in Australia now). It was as if the place was air-conditioned. It was small but very homely, and apparently the person who lived there had 13 kids. It was unbelivable, in that tight space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home all of us in the car slept except for the driver, who was my uncle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-1722782985001998753?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1722782985001998753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=1722782985001998753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/1722782985001998753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/1722782985001998753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/12/melbourne-trip-part-iii.html' title='Melbourne Trip Part III'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-4597687678210481262</id><published>2008-12-24T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:20:27.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Trip Part II</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that it's almost the end of December and school is gonna start again. :( Oh well. Haven't had time to blog much so I'll do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me, my dad and my cousin Gim Her went to the city. My uncle and mum also followed but they went to the laundrette to get our clothes washed and dried, and went home after that, so it was only the three of us. We were taking a train but the ticketing machine wasn't working so we had to walk all the way to the newsstand to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around the shops and didn't buy anything until we went to JB Hi-Fi, where there was a sale and the line snaked around almost half the length of the store, but it moved quite quickly because there were about 7 cashiers. I got an MCR DVD from there which was basically interviews. I saw TBPID! too but then I already had it. My dad got a CD too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to a random sushi place and ate sushi and had some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, my dad said he was going to look at more CDs so he went to look for them and me and Gim Her went to Chinatown. There wasn't much there so we walked out without buying anything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Myers and got a black 'The Used' shirt in the basement there. It was only $10 and my size so I couldn't resist. There was also FOB, GC and a few others but I wasn't interested. There was this shirt at Dangerfield that said 'Smile if you're gay!' and I was like WTH I WANT THAT but it was $38 and it wasn't even a band shirt, so after much thought I resisted the urge to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home to have dinner and then my uncle, auntie, parents and me went to a musical called 'Wicked' at Regent Theatre. It is supposed to be the prequel to the Wizard of Oz. The sets were very grand and magnificent and there was a dragon suspended at the top of the stage which looked like it was just there for display, but at certain times its head actually tossed around and its eyes turned red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funniest thing was that my dad bought tickets for only five people when there were actually seven (including my other uncle and auntie who came along too) and the ushers still let us in. xD I guess it was because we looked overly confident, but my cousin says they were just nice. 就是这样&lt;img src="file:///I:/Picture/bubblegum%21.gif" alt="" /&gt;啊!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 12AM when we finished and then we headed out for supper, which was a long walk away. We had noodle soup and porridge at some chinese restaurant. After we finished and walked back to the carpark it was 1AM. And we got locked out, because apparently the carpark closed at 12.30AM. Luckily some other guys who worked in the building came down at around the same time and let us in. However, the main entrance itself was locked and so our cars couldn't get out. We called the people on the intercom and for 15 whole minutes we waited. I think they made us wait on purpose because they wanted to teach us a lesson or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at 1.20AM, they opened the gate and we went home. What a relief it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have done other things over the past few days, like going to Bridge Rd to Stars N Stripes to get Gemmel's present and discovering my MCR hoodie was NOT IN STOCK THERE LIKE WTF (SO I'D HAVE TO WAIT 'TIL APRIL WHEN MY UNCLE COMES SO HE CAN BRING IT), going to the city again with Tin Tin and buying a PATD tee and checking out of the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more memorable things were going to Mornington Beach, the Ashcombe Maze and strawberry picking with my uncle, auntie and two cousins. Mornington Beach was awesome because of the breeze and the huge colourful fat rock that was there. We also saw a kangaroo on the way back along the footpath and waited for it to hop away because my uncle was scared that it might box us. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ashcombe Maze was quite spectacular too. My two cousins, their maid Menzi and I tried the two main hedge mazes (which were very narrow) and managed to get out of them after a few attempts. It was annoying when we ran into dead ends too. There were also the Rose and Lavender mazes in which the whole maze was planted with either of those flowers. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we split up and me, one of my cousins and Menzi went looking for terracotta fairies (for fun because they were actually hidden around a certain part of the gardens) and we found them all after an hour. The scenery around the garden was amazing, like how we were in a kind of foresty glade with sunlight coming in through the leaves in shafts, and near those trees was a crystal-clear lake, like in some fantasy book. However, the rest of the grownups got worried because they thought we were lost when we really weren't, and so when we were found I got told off for not keeping track of the time. I hadn't brought my phone as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At strawberry picking there was actually three fields where you could pick either strawberries, cherries or raspberries. It was quite hot (now it's summer) and there were insects everywhere. You were supposed to pay and they would give you a container to put your fruit and you weren't supposed to squash the fruit into the container if it was already full, but some people cheated because they ate the fruit on the spot (which was unhygienic, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I forgot to add, on the last day of our stay in the cottage, we had a barbeque. It was really pleasant and the food was awesome. We also invited my uncle to come with us so the more the merrier. &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-43.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-44.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-45.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-46.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-47.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-48.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-49.jpg" alt="" /&gt;I'm kinda sad to leave the cottage though cause it has everything! Like it has internet, board games, cable TV, an indoor spa , a barbeque, a radio, CDs (no MCR tho :(), books, and lots more stuff, but most importantly, a whole HOARD of food in the cupboard. Like canned food, tea, bananas, mangoes and wine too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're going to a restaurant to eat tonight, and my mum is cutting my cousin's hair now in the garden. I don't think I'd ever let her cut MINE. LIKE HELL NO. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-12.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-13.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-14.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-15.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-16.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-17.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-18.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-19.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-20.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-21.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-22.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-23.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-24.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-25.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-26.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-27.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-28.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/other/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-29.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-4597687678210481262?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4597687678210481262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=4597687678210481262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4597687678210481262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4597687678210481262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/12/melbourne-trip-part-ii.html' title='Melbourne Trip Part II'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-423605116011084775</id><published>2008-12-16T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:55:58.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Trip Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; now I'm in Melbourne. My uncle has also come with my auntie, my two cousins and their grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt; on board the plane I was looking through the catalogue and they were selling stupid things that were making me laugh or cringe either way, such as a Barbie watch with a description that was exactly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Children will love this cute watch with pictures of Barbie and lovely pink hearts. Watch face diameter: 30mm. Comes with stickers and a pink belt with glitzy diamante buckle too! Presented in a cute pink handbag.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; yeah I actually took it down. How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt; retarded is that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the aeroplane they also gave me a really spastic looking blue toy which I actually adore and can't part with because it looks too spastic and cute to give lol. I'll be putting some pictures up too on my Facebook over the next few days and I'll add the link later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here for 4 days already. I don't actually plan to blog everyday since reading 2 weeks and 5 days worth of entries is kinda boring and wordy. And also since I'm more lazy this time, my paragraphs may or may not be in order of the days I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days I was shopping in Southland and Chadstone and so far have bought a pair of black and red fingerless gloves, a black shirt that says 'I ♥ Candy' and a red and black plaid shirt or something. Then I saw clothing from The Veronicas' line. They're so awesome too. My cousin promised that she would bring me to the city and then I can get my MCR hoodie so I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been communicating with Jazryl and Jerlyn but not anyone else, and I wish they were here. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Then I went to Barbara and John's house for dinner. They are my dad's friends. John plays the electric guitar and used to be in a band, so he has like two and he let me play both :D One of them was a pretty red Fender Strat and the other was a Jimi Hendrix replica guitar. The Jimi Hendrix guitar was worth about 20k I think. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played for them and they thought I was good and wanted me to perform at this party in three days from the date of this post, in which people had jamming sessions and got drunk and stuff, and apparently it was in this Addams family-like mansion so I was basically like "HELL YES IM SO GOING" but I wasn't really that sure. However, they lent me the red Strat to bring home and practice because they had already convinced themselves that I was going so yeah. It sounds wicked and I kinda want to go but I guess I'm too shy and I'll only perform with another guitarist and anyway we might not have time so my parents will tell them no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Patty and Douglas' house for tea on another occasion. They're also my dad's friends. We're actually gonna be visiting a lot of them. They have a dog Piccolo and he looks aged cause he's gone a bit grey but he's a nice dog. Patty and Douglas are also looking after Archie, their neighbour's lassie. Archie is sooo cute and he's really friendly, but when I stroked him he jumped around and was playing with me but I got a bit alarmed cause he's a big dog. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then not much happened after that until today, the 17th of Dec. We came to Dandenong to Miss Marples to eat some nice scones and pies cause apparently its the best in this area, but unfortunately it was closed, so we went to this other cake place, along with my uncle and his family and two of my mum's friends who also came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to this cottage where we would stay until Friday the 19th of Dec. The cottage is where I'm blogging now (it has internet :D) and it is totally beautiful. It's hidden behind plants and colourful flowers and it looks so English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A barbeque and washing machine is provided and on the balcony there are chairs and a table in case you really do want to use the barbeque and it overlooks all the plants in the area. The plants are so very pretty and the sunsets are so nice that it seems so surreal and dream-like. The place is actually a private garden which you have to pay to get into, but if you stay in the cottage it's free, which is so cool. The inside is so warm and cosy and so are the bedrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I can't describe the place properly because it's too amazing. So I have to post pictures instead. And I'm so lazy too (as you know, I have actually been emphasising on the word 'lazy' for the past few posts already) so the pics might come tomorrow or something, when it's brighter so I can take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this beautiful sunset that just happened and it looked like the sky was orangey-pink, so I ran out of the house with my phone camera and discovered that I needed a real camera for it because it didn't show, but unfortunately the real camera was frickin OUT OF BATTERY can you believe it. It just didn't like me. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, thats the end of Part I of my Melbourne trip post. Haha what an abrupt ending. Oh well, it's actually dinner now so I don't really care. I'm hungry. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-423605116011084775?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/423605116011084775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=423605116011084775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/423605116011084775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/423605116011084775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/12/melbourne-trip-part-i.html' title='Melbourne Trip Part I'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-7919885479693267040</id><published>2008-12-03T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:57:30.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To The Old Blogskin</title><content type='html'>Hurray. I'm now back to my old blogskin because I've missed it much. And there is a 99.65% possibility, being the lazy nut I am, that I won't be posting for another century until the Melbourne trip, which is in, what, 10 days? :D Yes. I'm just THAT lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness meezers. Why the heck does it say that I posted this entry at 7.47am? Do I really have no life as to wake up that early? I'm not just lazy. I'm a lazy pig. Sleep is important. But maybe the part about me not having a life is true. I don't know. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-7919885479693267040?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7919885479693267040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=7919885479693267040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7919885479693267040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7919885479693267040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-old-blogskin.html' title='Back To The Old Blogskin'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-1220456941151296563</id><published>2008-11-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:57:10.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting The NZ Peeps During Their Transit</title><content type='html'>Wow, it seems like quite a while since I've blogged but that's only because so many things have happened. Right now in the house our kitchen is getting renovated, so we have to walk in slippers around certain parts of the house cause the floor is dusty and there'd be no point mopping since the workers would be coming every day for a whole month, from maybe 8am to 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now on to the main point of this entry. On the 1st of Nov, which was 3 days ago, a few of us, had decided to meet up at 3pm at Terminal 2, Changi Airport, hoping that we would be able to meet the NZ peeps during their stopover here from Fukuora, Japan on this day. Me, Jerlyn, Teri, Clarissa, Tai Ying, Timothy and Abel arrived first and some of us were dressed in PE because we thought it was important to for some reason, but in the end there was really no need for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to various places to wait for the NZ peeps, and since we didn't know where people who were transitting usually went, we had no choice but to try our luck, and that meant waiting at random places such as the Viewing Hall, Arrival Hall and the area around the transit place, but we had no luck for about 2 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had also tried ways and means to try to contact the NZ peeps, whether the ways were dumb or not, such as paging for the teachers, going to McDonalds and posting comments on their Bebo in case they went to an internet cafe, calling Mr Chan to find out the teachers' numbers, and the list could just go on. We were really THAT desperate to meet them for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny because earlier on when we were paging for the teachers at the Information Counter, when we were waiting for the woman to page the teachers, Glen arrived (we had been waiting for him, sort of), and we all turned our backs against him and put our heads down, hoping that he wouldn't see us, though it was obvious that he would because of our uniforms. But guess what, he walked straight ahead! All of us started laughing and when he called Clarissa to ask where we were, we lied that we were at McDonalds ordering food, and when someone had told him that, I promptly broke into a "May I have a Sausage McMuffin please?" loudly, but in fact we were hiding in a space behind the Information Counter, still laughing our heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, after that, Lydia called me to say that she would be coming to join us, so all of us told her to meet us at the Viewing Hall at Terminal 2, which was where we still were at the moment. We sat down on the ground and in front of us, there was a large glass pane which you could look into to see part of the transit area. We saw this guy in yellow who kept going up and down the escalator for no apparent reason, so it was funny I guess. Soon, we decided that we didn't want our trip to the airport to be wasted, so me, Clarissa and Tai Ying went to ask for the number of the hotel in which the NZ peeps were supposedly staying in, or that's what we thought we would be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going to ask for the number however, the three of us decided to take a sky train to Terminal 3, because the NZ peeps would have to go there for their flight back to Auckland, so there was a possibility that they might be there already. Without much hope, we made our way there and looked around, even entering the hotel there called Crowne Plaza (?) to look for them, although we knew that they were probably not there anyway. Just to make things better, at least the manager at Crowne Plaza (?) was nice because he somehow sensed that we were desperate to look for someone and so he allowed us to go up to the pool which could only be entered by the people staying there, but we didn't find them there either. After that, Tai Ying had to go because she had something along the lines of a family reunion dinner to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was also where Jerlyn and Teri played an awful prank by telling us that they had spotted one of the teachers just because they wanted us to go back, and for a moment out of desperation I believed it entirely because I was already so tired and needed something positive, but when I heard that it was a lie I was really upset and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with only me and Clarissa left, and with Teri and Jerlyn calling me like nobody's business to come back ASAP, we proceeded back reluctantly to the sky train. I was still upset and in no mood to think about anything else, when suddenly Clarissa shouted, "It's them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard those words I snapped out of my daze, and looking up, I saw a mass of red and white running towards the very same sky train we were about to board, only in a different carriage. I screamed and shocked even myself, because I didn't believe what I was seeing. Just to confirm it, I looked again and saw the last people, Abby and Georgia running in. Thinking nothing of anything else, me and Clarissa dashed into the sky train, scared that if we didn't run in they'd be gone forever again. It was almost like what you see in some movies, in which the most unlikely thing to happen, happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth was that they didn't see us at first. Since the two carriages in a sky train have windows on both the rear and front, we could see exactly what was happening in the rear of the first carriage from the front of the second carriage. The moment we got in, we started hitting the window like mad though they wouldn't hear us, but the problem was that they were less than five feet away from us, so if only they turned around they would see us, which explained our mad behaviour. xD Clarissa also called Teri to tell her what was happening, but she didn't believe us, and realising that it was because of the prank she had initiated earlier, I felt really angry, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 15 seconds of knocking, Latima, the nearest to us, suddenly saw us and rushed to the window. Soon all the rest of them were flocking around the same small window and waving. I was so startled and still didn't believe what was happening, and for a few moments I just had to turn my back to them because I started sobbing uncontrollably and it was so awkward. Everyone in the carriage Clarissa and I were in were staring at us, but I didn't care at all. So it turned out that they were in Terminal 3 all along, after all. I then turned around again after some time and it was soon time to get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that the NZ peeps would get off on the same side of the skytrain as us, I felt really happy, but then when me and Clarissa got off, we realised the sad truth, and it was that they had got off at the platform opposite us because they were the ones in transit, and we were separated by the sky train track; so near but so far. We could only then communicate through means of sign language or writing notes and sticking them up against the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the rest came, and so did Lydia, at long last. We stayed there for what seemed like an eternity writing notes to some of them only, mainly Heraipia and Maria, using Glen's foolscap pad and someone's marker. The rest had split up and were all over the transit area. We decided that we had to tell Heraipia and Maria what was going on in full detail and ask them to beg their teachers to see us and tell them everything that happened that day, but it would just require too much paper, so we stuck Teri's number up against the glass and luckily we were near enough to be able to read each other's notes, and they called us using the free phone inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when all of them had gathered, Teri and Jerlyn threw away all the papers we had written on and had decided to take the same sky train as them again, hoping for a rare and rather unlikely meeting. Unfortunately, at around the time that the sky train's doors were closing, Teri had lost her phone and suspected that she had thrown it along with Glen's foolscap, so Jerlyn, me and Abel sacrificed our last chance to say goodbye with the NZ peeps and stayed with Teri to find her phone. All of us were digging in the dustbin, much to the horror of passers-by, and Abel touched something slimy [D:], but we didn't find the phone. After a while we gave up and decided that we had no choice but to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Terminal 3, it was about 8pm and the rest were there waiting for us. We told them what happened and apparently, they didn't really get to say much of a goodbye to the NZ peeps too. After that, of us went to eat, and finally decided on a Japanese place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rest queued up for a table at the restaurant, Teri, Jerlyn and I went to the Information Counter to lodge a lost-and-found report for Teri's phone, and the lady took down my number and promised to contact me if Teri's phone was found. When all of us went back to the Japanese place, the rest were still queueing, and while waiting all of us either listened to music or played with our PSPs and phones, but finally we were seated at maybe 8.50PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table was just right because there were exactly 8 chairs, and if Tai Ying had stayed she probably wouldn't have had a place to sit. :P So anyway we ate and made stupid comments about the food (which was cooked in front of us) and it was so funny. Then we all went home at 9PM. My parents sent Teri home too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-1220456941151296563?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1220456941151296563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=1220456941151296563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/1220456941151296563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/1220456941151296563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/11/meeting-nz-peeps-during-their-transit.html' title='Meeting The NZ Peeps During Their Transit'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-6054400364212847992</id><published>2008-10-31T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:04:01.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Iero's B'day &amp; NZ Peeps.</title><content type='html'>Today I'm posting this entry because of two things, one of which is awesome and the other is just bad news. The good news is that today is Frank Iero's b'day, and in case you didn't know, he is the rhythm guitarist of MCR. Happy 27th B'day Frank! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that we've all been really sad since the NZ peeps left, and they're gonna make a stopover in Singapore tomorrow before going back to NZ, which means that we might get to meet them. However, I was informed that one of the NZ student's father said that they were not allowed to come out of the transit lounge. Apparently, most of the NZ peeps are also not really enjoying the Japan trip as much as they should be because of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although that really does suck, I'm sure that all of us are not prepared to give up just yet and we still have a day to try whatever we can. Later at 6pm I will call Maria to ask her what reasons the teachers have for not permitting them to see us. I really hope to see them and now we can only hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-6054400364212847992?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6054400364212847992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=6054400364212847992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/6054400364212847992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/6054400364212847992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/10/frank-ieros-bday-nz-peeps.html' title='Frank Iero&apos;s B&apos;day &amp; NZ Peeps.'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-7260123888504919278</id><published>2008-10-26T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:02:21.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NZ Trip Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;aturday 18 October&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We all were feeling really excited this day because the NZ gang was coming! I still remember that at the airport, me, Jerlyn, Teri, Audrey and the rest had come very early, one whole hour earlier in fact, because Mr Chan had told us specifically to come at 6.45PM instead of 7.45PM originally, so I thought I was gonna be late to meet them, but it was then that I realised the 'kiasu-ness' of the teachers, and at that time we all felt like we were watching a slow-moving but exciting movie, and the suspense was just awful, but finally they came, and we were all trying not to be excited for the moment but that seemed just impossible, and when I saw them I was so happy I nearly cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maria, my homestay, came with a broken arm because she fell off a swing. I didn't recognise some of them too, mostly because they had haircuts. =P Then we were made to stand in a line opposite our homestays and shake hands and present them with their name tags which they were required to wear. Then I followed Teri home with Maria, and my dad picked me up shortly after. I didn't really talk to anyone else's homestays at the airport that night, only Abby, Audrey's homestay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 19 October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The plan for today was actually to bring Teri and Maria to church with me (Maria had brought me to church in NZ), then to bring them out after that. Teri was also staying over at my house that day, so that's why we brought her too. After church, we proceeded to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:street style="font-family: georgia;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Orchard   Road&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. We were planning to meet Jerlyn and Shilpa at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename style="font-family: georgia;" st="on"&gt;Far East&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype style="font-family: georgia;" st="on"&gt;Plaza&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; because they were there already, but when we got there, Jerlyn's mum realised that they were actually at LUCKY Plaza instead, so in the end Jerlyn and Shilpa had to walk to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: georgia;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Far East&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Plaza&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, and we ate with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When we had finished eating, we browsed around the shops in the building and all of us (Me, Maria, Teri, Jerlyn and Shilpa) got the funky glasses that Kanye West wore, the one with the lines. We agreed on buying it as a mark of our friendship. Then we got bored in the building and walked out to Paragon, and Shilpa took pictures of all the branded shops there. :P We parted ways soon after and went on with our other plans for the day, but we all said we would wear our glasses the following day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At my house, we used the computer and Maria and Teri played with my Fender, and we were listening to songs and rapping, and then I gave them both a tour of the area around my house. We had to sleep really soon cause we had to wake up early the next day, but Teri was looking for her funky glasses cause she thought she had lost them when in fact they were in my house, and as for Maria, she lost hers too, but amazingly, we found them atop my condo's letterbox, and we were all very relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday 20 October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was upset when I heard that all of us were only allowed to choose maybe three days each to go with our NZ friends. I was feeling selfish because I wanted them all to be with me every single day, but I was forced to come to terms with it in the end, and me and Teri chose Monday, Wednesday and Friday. On Monday we went to the Zoo and did lots of things there. Mostly we were watching the animal shows; the elephants, the general show and the seal show. The elephant show was really weird cause at one point of time, the MC was like "Now, let's see the amazing strength of our elephants!" and they made one of the elephants knock over a tree, but it was so obvious that it was loose and would be put back upright for the next show, so we were all kinda bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The elephants were also made to lie down for one part of the show, but I was guessing that maybe THEY were the bored ones, cause they were all peeing while lying down. It was retarded, and all of us were saying that it was "super hardcore and we would never forget it", then we all cracked up promptly after that sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We then went to Wild Wild Wet after that, and we tried all the rides. Some of the NZ boys made me laugh because they wanted to try that, um, I forgot the name, but its a bicycle-thing that goes around part of the place and it's above the ground. They thought it was a roller-coaster, and that was dumb cause in the end they got bored up there because it was really slow. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then me and Teri tried the U-shaped thingy that looked pretty scary, and we had to lug the damn float thing up the stairs and by the time we got up we were exhausted. Ethan was being a show-off cause he and Mattheas were behind us, and just because he was already up by the time we were and was relatively faster than we were. The dumb guy up there to push us down asked us whether we wanted seatbelts and me and Teri foolishly said yes, though we both knew there weren't any, and he just reached out and pushed us down. I actually saw him cause I was sitting facing him, but I was so stunned that I could only stop in mid-gape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time flew really fast, and soon we were already on the way home. Maria was really tired and fell asleep quite quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b face="georgia"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b face="georgia"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b face="georgia"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 21 October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't get to go with the NZ gang, but they went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Jurong&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bird&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and visited the Frog Farm. They were supposed to be shopping at Bugis Junction too, but Maria told me that they didn't in the end cause there wasn't any time, so they just got off the bus, stopped at a random shopping mall for half an hour and then went back to school. After all the NZ peeps came back, a few of us, mainly me, Maria, Audrey, Abby, Teri, Glen, Ethan, Harrison, Timothy, Abel and Harry. A big group. I also wanted Jazryl to come because she wanted to meet the some of the NZ peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; The situation was complicated because there were so many of us that we had to take a few cabs and didn't have enough money, and either Audrey, Abby or Ethan had to pay or something. We didn't do much at Audrey's house because we went to the McDonalds near my grandma's house to eat and we pretty much spent the rest of the time there. Me and Maria went home the last because Maria was developing her photos at the nearby Kodak machine and we were picked up by my dad soon after. I was relieved when we made it before my dad cause Maria seemed to have lots of pictures and they were taking forever to get developed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 22 October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today we had the Rangeview presentation item, which was the Hakka and the poi dance. The leader of the Hakka was Ethan and the leader of the poi dance was Maria. The girls were in their costumes and the guys were wearing their uniforms. Apparently the girls did the makeup themselves. Maria had the longest poi in the dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cause she was leading and she was good; didn't mess up or anything. The guys were all extremely focused too. Mr Latimer and Mr Derek Van Beynen (Rangeview's principal and school board chairman) were also supposed to come, but the flight was delayed, so they could only turn up the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We then had refreshments in the DIC before heading to the Singapore River. We took pictures with the Stamford Raffles statue there and some of us were paying to have photos with snakes along the way because there were snake charmers there. We then sat on the river taxi and waved to random retarded people from other schools. But it was fun though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Next, we had lunch in Chinatown in a chinese retaurant that was leaking from the roof and in which the food wasn't all that good, but oh well. Maria was making almost everyone at our table laugh, but me and Teri weren't cause we were too bored and tired. We were given an hour to walk around Chinatown and buy stuff. Harrison made me and Teri carry his plastic bags cause they were purple and he didn't want to be gay, then he offered us $5 to share between us after I asked him what he was gonna give us, but being the kind people that we were we refused the money in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Little India, we spent 2/7 of the time walking to Mustaffa, 3/7 of the time browsing there and the remaining 2/7 of the time going back. In Mustaffa we saw model toilet bowls and it was kinda stupid that they had toilets in the middle of nowhere. I blasted music using Audrey's speaker and we were like walking radios lol. Then Jamie bought a Nokia music phone there, and I thought he was nuts but anyway. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all of us went back to school, Clarissa, Georgia, me, Teri, Maria, Timothy, Harrison, Abby, Jerlyn, Shilpa, Glen, Ethan, Abel and Harry (yet another big group) went to Bugis Junction by taking a bus to the Tampines interchange, then a train. At the train station, Maria was pretending to be madly in love with Harry and it was so funny. He paid her $5 to stop bugging him and I think that was what Maria REALLY wanted. :P On the train we passed a sign that said 'Pasir Ris' and Harrison thought we were in Paris and so he got kinda excited. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were miscommunications there though, like Audrey wanting to leave Abby with us and everyone was angry cause they though that Audrey was ditching Abby. We shopped and then rested at McDonalds, cause we were all tired. We were at some departmental store then suddenly Harry went missing and it turned out that he was buying some battery-operated toy car and was happily fixing away at it on the counter. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mac Teri told her mum that Abby was to stay in her place for the night since Audrey was leaving her with us, then her mum said ok, but in the end, guess what, her mum called Mr Chan and he said that he would be meeting us at McDonalds where we were already having dinner, and it was already 8pm at night. We were all like wth and started hoping and praying that somehow, Mr Chan might be allergic to the rain (it was raining) so that he wouldn't come, or that if he owned a car it would've broken down, he didn't bring his wallet, his mother wouldn't want to drive him and he would have no choice but to cycle in the rain, with a pink umbrella in his hand. LOL seriously it was funny. Then we were all saying something about him needing a new shirt and stuff, and I said something rather offensive, and suddenly Timothy was like "He's behind you" and I turned and jumped cause he really was. Lol how embarrassing was that. I was hoping he hadn't heard anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Audrey's parents came and Mr Chan saved the day as usual, by explaining the whole draggy thing to them and so they took Abby home. Me, Maria and Teri were really disappointed cause we wanted Abby to stay over with us, but we just went home without furthur complaint. I stayed over at Teri's and we played American Girl, the lame but awesome wish game, until we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday 23 October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was another gathering for the Closing Ceremony, and since Mr Latimer and Mr Van Beynen had come, there was a short introduction and a speech from Mr Ong and Mr Latimer. Mr Latimer was following the students on the excursion that day, and since he was wearing a tux to the ceremony we thought he was gonna wear it for the rest of the day, and that was really stupid because he didn't. School was ending really early today and we spent almost the whole time with the NZ peeps. When the Closing Ceremony was over, all the NZ teachers and some of the S'pore teachers went to the canteen to eat. All of us followed and while they were eating we showed the NZ students around the school. Harrison appointed me and Teri as his tour guides lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers took a long time to eat and get ready and stuff and they made everyone board the bus almost 20min earlier. Me, Jerlyn, Teri, Timothy, Wei Yun and Ashvin Joshua were not going, so we were standing outside the bus and waving to everyone. Abby and Ellen stuck notes on the window so that we could communicate. Abby wrote 'Abby and Hannah love MCR!' and I was smiling but Teri felt defensive for Avril Lavigne. xD We even got on the bus to talk to them for a while, but soon the teachers appeared and we had to go back to class to get our report books, class photos, etc. Me and Teri hung around in the primary school for a while when we were dismissed as we thought that since we would be seeing the drama performance by our school's drama club in less than two hours from then, we might as well go there and eat. Before long, we were in the bus on the way to Marine Parade Library to watch the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, I missed the NZ peeps so much that I was crying during the bus rides back and forth, and refused to think of anything else. Every moment I wasn't occupied it was all about THEM. Only during the show itself did I stop thinking of them. The show was really good; everyone acted their parts well and no one was sloppy. Audrey had apparently done almost everyone's hair and I must say that it looked very professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the NZ peeps came back later that day, or should I say night, at 9.30PM, I was so happy but yet I was crying because I didn't want them to ever go. It was so silly, crying two days in advance. My dad allowed me to stay at Teri's house until Friday, so we were all happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 24 October&lt;br /&gt;All of us felt really sad today because it was the last day we would have with our NZ friends, or almost the last day. We were at the Mount Faber Cable Car Station, where we took a cable car to Sentosa. I was told that some of the boys were doing the Hakka on the cable car, and how freakin' awesome is that. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got off the cable car, we went to Images of Singapore. The show in there was interesting and basically the whole thing was, because I had never been there. Next we went to the Carlsberg Revolving Tower and the voice which was narrating the thing went "Do you wanna get high?" and all of us were like HECK YEAH lol. It was quite slow, but the scenery was spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got down we all split up to eat at different places. Most of the students went to Subway or something, but me, Teri, Jerlyn, Audrey, Tai Ying and Timothy all went to this unknown, unpopular place to eat. It was weird cause the lady gave us a discount just because we were from St. Hildas' and so was her daughter or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the beach to swim and stuff. On the way, Timothy was telling some of us stories about dismembered limbs and vampires and it was so unsettling, but well, I was still laughing anyway. Teri got lost and she called me, but I didn't believe it until she called Jerlyn and explained. I mean, Teri always calls for the most irrelevant things so how would I have known? Anyway, Maria, Teri and I forgot that we were swimming at the beach so we didn't bring extra clothes, but luckily Audrey lent me some, and Teri and Maria didn't feel like swimming, but in the end we all went down to the beach to hang around with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up doing really stupid and retarded things like burying people at the beach, Audrey first. We wrote RIP in the sand and buried her. Then we played Helena and all bowed down in respect. Only a few witnessed her burial, like me, Teri, Quinton, James, Jamie, Sarah, Maria and Tai Ying. A few of the others came for Qi Jun's and Jamie's burials respectively. Lol I was laughing at the way James said "STOP BREATHING YOU'RE CRACKING IT" and "SHUT UP YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD", cause he expressed it in such a funny way and he was so serious about it. Videos were taken and we all put flowers down on her and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made 'moobs' for Jamie and Qi Jun during their burials cause one of the NZ teachers suggested it and they were cracking too and falling and they were even slanted and uneven. And I won't tell you the rest because it's too sick to be on a public blog entry like this, where ANYONE can read it. We were all laughing like anything. But then they both got up and ran off, which was scary cause they were supposed to be dead too. D: I also wrote 'I LOVE MCR' in the sand. After swimming, we washed up, got changed and went to watch Songs of the Sea, which was a light show. At around this time, Mr Latimer, Mr Van Beynen and Mr Ong came to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was kinda annoying because I don't like laser shows that much, but however the fireworks, water sprays and fire was cool. Everyone was quite impressed I guess, and loads of people were using flash photography anyway though it was not permitted. And before we all knew it, the day had already ended and we were back in school. But still not exactly the last time for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday 24 October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the saddest day because they would actually be leaving today, but at least they would only have to be at the airport by 10PM, so we still had time to socialise. Teri wanted to invite some of the others over for a small party, but her mum told us that she didn't want that and she only allowed me, Maria and Teri to be together. So we went downstairs to swim and secretly invited Timothy and Harrison over to join us. They were over in no time because Timothy lives a stone's throw away from Teri. I got pushed in the pool twice, once by Teri and the second time by Harrison. Harrison was laughing like crap cause he thought that the expression on my face when I fell in was spastic. Then Maria and Harrison dragged me into the pool but I didn't show any reaction this time so they got fed-up and tried to do it to Teri and Timothy. xD Soon, Teri's mother came down and we wanted Harrison and Timothy to hide cause they were not supposed to be there and we all expected to be told off, but to our surprise Teri's mother didn't mind. After we washed up, Teri's parents brought me, Teri, Tessa and Timothy's sis to a clubhouse to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Teri's parents dropped us all off at TM to watch HSM 3. Me and Maria were watching it for fun but I think Teri wanted to watch it. We were hoping to meet some of the others there, but in the end we didn't see anyone. In my opinion, HSM 3 was weird and I think the first one was the best, but of course, if I had more choices I wouldn't even think of HSM. We invited Timothy and Harrison but understandably, they refused. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie ended, we got the permission of Teri's mum to invite Abby, Audrey, Harrison and Timothy to come, but the guys left after 10min because they were bored. :P All of us played American Girl again, but by the poolside this time because Teri's mum didn't want anyone in the house and we had to teach Abby and Audrey how to play it. They loved it cause it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby, Maria and Harrison wrote in my notebook because I forced them to, and only Harrison wrote crap and spammed my book with 'H. HHHHH HHHHHH HHH HH. HH' which was supposed to be 'HAHAHAHAHA' and a messy smudged signature which looked a bit like his name but I guess but that was okay lol cause I know he probably doesn't like writing. Abby wrote a whole page for me, and half of it was about two lizards she named, Bernard and his son Richard, both of which she found at Audrey's house. It was all random funny and her ending sentence was 'My Chemical Romance all the way!' and I found that meaningful. For obvious reasons. (: Me, Audrey and Teri then took turns to write notes on coloured cards for the respective NZ people, and we had to continue upstairs because time was running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they left and we said goodbyes and see-you-laters, we went back up to Teri's house, took showers and then continued writing our cards. I did special MCR cards for Maria and Abby and  Tessa followed me, Teri and Maria to the airport after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, I had a sinking feeling in my stomach because I knew that they were going to go and we'd never see them again, or at least for a long time. They were all going to different schools next year too. Soon, we were dropped off at the airport and we hung around and while waiting for everyone to come, me and Teri took pictures with our NZ friends and distributed the cards. The only people who refused photos were Ethan and Mattaes, but all the rest were agreeable. After a while, all of us proceeded to Belt 10 because we couldn't wait anymore for the missing people - Audrey and Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Belt 10, Abby and Audrey finally arrived and we stayed there for a while, to do things like exchange hugs or kicks or whatever. At that point, I only hugged Latima, Heraipia, Georgia, Jorja and gave Harrison a goodbye half-hug thingy, and then all of us proceeded to one part of the airport for a small goodbye speech and performance. The boys performed their Hakka dance and it was still as full of energy as it was when they performed it on Wednesday. People were staring, but all of us didn't care cause we were busy video-ing or taking pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short briefing was given to all the NZ students and a while later, when they were done and just before we were going to proceed to the departure hall, everyone hugged their hosts and everybody else and we were all crying and sobbing our eyes out because the fact that they were leaving was just so real and it all hit us so suddenly, almost like as if that slow-moving movie that had been running for the past few days had reached its climax. It was so awful and the moment was just very moving. Most the guys even cried or at least had tears in their eyes. All the NZ people had been a part of us for so long. They had eaten with us, been in the same house as us, spent the nights in the same house with us, been with us when we were the most retarded, and it could just go on. All those memories seemed not so far away, within our reach, but yet I wanted so much to hold on to them tight just in case I forgot them. I couldn't believe how painful it was. I didn't even think our friendships would be this strong. Leaving was truly the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had remembered that I had never really hugged Maria previously, but when I realised she was going, I went up to her and just hugged her really tightly without saying a word, and for a long time, it seemed to be only me and her, and no one else seemed to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the group that only hosted but didn't go to NZ in June were not really as sad as all the rest of us were. In fact, those of us who went on the trip felt it even more. As I saw them shuffle into the departure hall one by one, a part of me just felt emptier. Everything made me sad, like seeing Jerlyn hugging James, seeing Mattaes who I thought would never shed a single tear have tears running down his face, saying goodbye to Harrison just as he was about to go in and realising that he didn't respond because he was secretly crying too and didn't want to show it, and watching Maria walk in before I could hug her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when they were inside, we were putting our hands against the glass and peering in. Some of them didn't want to look back, but we were all still crying and pretty much didn't understand what was happening. Mr Ong offered us a pack of tissue, and I think the teachers were surprised to see us crying so hard cause the previous batches of students didn't. And I shall end this here, though it's rather abrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-7260123888504919278?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7260123888504919278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=7260123888504919278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7260123888504919278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/7260123888504919278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-aturday-18-october-we-all-were.html' title='The NZ Trip Part 2'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-8069663284299624767</id><published>2008-10-26T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:22:18.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NZ Trip Part 1</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is so sudden and rushed and whatever, but I don't really care. I was at the airport just now at 10pm and now the NZ peeps are gone. I don't believe it and I'm still crying as I type, like most of us were just now, but before I go into all the details, I guess I'd better start from, well, the very start I guess. In the next blog entry, I'm focusing on every single detail which comes to mind simply because it really does mean a lot to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-8069663284299624767?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8069663284299624767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=8069663284299624767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/8069663284299624767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/8069663284299624767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/10/nz-trip.html' title='The NZ Trip Part 1'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-5666188169838649021</id><published>2008-10-16T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:14:33.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>I can't believe time passes so fast. The NZ peeps are coming in 2 DAYS! However, I can't go to the airport to meet them as my dad has booked a show already. He didn't know the date and anyway it's too late, but oh well, at least I'll be going out with Maria and Teri on Sunday, and also Teri is staying at my house on that day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and 15 MORE DAYS to Frank Iero's b'day! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-5666188169838649021?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5666188169838649021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=5666188169838649021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/5666188169838649021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/5666188169838649021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-4154341659197703823</id><published>2008-10-13T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:29:48.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapel Band Meeting?</title><content type='html'>Blah. Lol I'm really that lazy. Not blogging everyday like some people do. It's just that I'm lazy. Oh wait I said that already. Okay anyway. Today was a weird day, cause we had to go back to school for chapel band thingy. I actually met Jazryl at Kembangan MRT so we could go together. But before that, I left my house key with my dad and forgot to take it back so I thought I was doomed to 8 hours of household chores and an unbelievably laggy computer, but luckily he wasn't too far away and came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jazryl went to the DIC then and just sat around for a while cause Clement and Wayne were there. And I played with Clement's bass lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting was supposed to be a bonding session but it didn't seem like it. It was some game called In Generation Ball or whatever, cause you can play it at any age. Well what about Monopoly then, cause like I said, I'm lazy. And moving around takes a lot of effort for lazy things like me. =/ Lol the warm-up exercises were funny cause they were so weird. We were made to shake our hips around in really horrifying ways too. I just hope that there weren't any secret cameras around or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while all of us (Me, Jazryl, Asaph, Wayne &amp;amp; Clement) went down to listen to this pastor, *Tom* who tells jokes and stuff and he's a speaker. The teachers behind us, *A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I , J, K, L, M and N* were cackling madly at every joke, even the un-funny ones, like as if the world was gonna end promptly after *Tom* finished his torture session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, that was scary. But truthfully, the only thing we were laughing at was the teachers' laughter and how ridiculous it was to be laughing at THOSE types of jokes, not at the actual jokes themselves, and it was a bit awkward because we were practically stone-faced throughout the whole thing and only when it was VAGUELY funny did we cough out a 'HAHAHA', but still with our stone-faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after it was over, *Tom* bowed and all of us clapped enthusiastically anyway because we were happy that food was awaiting us at the nearby tables. Well that's it, basically. Don't tell me you want to know what happened after that? Like how I went home and acted gay and stuff? Nah, I can't say those things in public, and after all, I'm lazy, remember? In fact, the next blog post would probably be in five months, so bye. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Note: Names have been changed to protect the identities of the mentioned parties, to avoid any uneccessary mishaps or mocking.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-4154341659197703823?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4154341659197703823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=4154341659197703823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4154341659197703823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/4154341659197703823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/10/blah.html' title='Chapel Band Meeting?'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-5358836666084437833</id><published>2008-10-08T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:29:30.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Might Be Gay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Gay Quiz" href="http://www.quizrocket.com/gay-quiz"&gt;&lt;img alt="Gay Quiz" src="http://www.quizrocket.com/static/images/quiz/badges/gay/maybegay.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/gay-quiz"&gt;Gay Quiz&lt;/a&gt; by QuizRocket.com &lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/"&gt;fun quizzes&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/"&gt;Make a Quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycareerquizzes.com/"&gt;Career Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/myspace-quizzes-surveys"&gt;MySpace Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» » "&lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/who-should-i-vote"&gt;Who Should I Vote For?&lt;/a&gt;" « « &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjM*NTg5MTM5NDUmcHQ9MTIyMzQ1OTQ1NTk*NiZwPTg3MzMxJmQ9Z2F5Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*zNjI4YmIzMGNmZjU*Yzc1YTJkZDQ2NzI4ZTg1MDVlMQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-5358836666084437833?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5358836666084437833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=5358836666084437833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/5358836666084437833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/5358836666084437833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/10/gay-quiz-by-quizrocket.html' title='I Might Be Gay!'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-5785268569327027483</id><published>2008-09-30T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:42:58.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayy lol using a new URL now and transferred two of my fav entries. Still have MORE exams, science, chinese paper 2 and math paper 1. D: Well maybe about 18 more days til the NZ peeps come? I'm super excited especially for the amazing race. :D Well that's it more to come after the exams. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-5785268569327027483?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5785268569327027483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=5785268569327027483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/5785268569327027483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/5785268569327027483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/09/yayy-lol-using-new-url-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-2790551056887212060</id><published>2008-09-30T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:30:05.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCR Concert! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/SMvv77VfD9I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gnTolQgOBKQ/s1600-h/mcr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245550003822202834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/SMvv77VfD9I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gnTolQgOBKQ/s320/mcr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/SMvv8HuZE1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/osYWXKZT_nI/s1600-h/mcr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245550007147893586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/SMvv8HuZE1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/osYWXKZT_nI/s320/mcr2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From my Multiply blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My Chemical Romance Concert, 11 Dec 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I can't believe that tonight was the night I've been counting down to for like a whole week. Darn it was goooood. I went with Audrey my best friend. The queue was like walking from the Expo to Tampines Mall no kidding. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after pushing our way through the crowd we got into the room and they gave us MCR wristbands to wear to identify which ticket you bought. Then I gave a scream because I had spotted merchandise and I ran there like the wind, Audrey following close behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey bought a white T-shirt that said 'My Chemical Romance' on the front and had a skull at the back. Mine was black with 'The Black Parade' and a pair of legs in front and 'My Chemical Romance' at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after buying the merch, we decided to fill out this form where you might get to meet the band but we didn't. :( Halfway when we were filling out we were required to fill in our HP nos. but we forgot so it took some time and then the lights dimmed and we panicked cause we thought it was starting and ran there. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we got in we heard Basketcase by Green Day. So it hadn't started after all. But when it started, everyone got on their chairs and started dancing. Haha me and Audrey seemed to be the wildest ones in the back (we got the $75 tix) because we were singing and dancing and jumping and yay I knew most of the songs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some which they played at the beginning were Dead!, The Sharpest Lives, This Is How I Disappear and Mama, all from the latest album The Black Parade. Also stuff like Give Em Hell Kid, Cemetary Drive, Ghost Of You, Thank You For The Venom and Helena, Awesome stuff from Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. When I heard Helena I cried so hard (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seemed to be the only one singing the first few cause all the rest were just standing and not even singing so I was like "Why did you come in the first place?" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Gerard said, "If you know this song, sing along." So we all held our breath. The familiar piano tune and his singing told everyone it was Welcome To The Black Parade so all of us screamed again. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the show we saw people with different coloured bands and Audrey asked them if they had the $85 ticket and they actually swopped with us so we went in front. Then we swopped with some other retarded person who played his PSP and wasn't watching the show and this other woman and so we got to the STANDING! AWESOME STUFF. I was so happy to see Frank and Gerard I almost died. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a great time though we were pretty short and got sandwiched in between people, and I was SOO upset that Bob wasn't there, but it was still pretty awesome and I hope he gets better. The end. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-2790551056887212060?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2790551056887212060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=2790551056887212060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2790551056887212060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2790551056887212060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-my-multiply-blog-my-chemical.html' title='MCR Concert! &lt;3'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fQh-RndUUOo/SMvv77VfD9I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gnTolQgOBKQ/s72-c/mcr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877690588015646235.post-2360987084135434147</id><published>2008-09-30T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:32:52.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLG Autograph Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/SMvxMYZI6KI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pUZ79eP6NxM/s1600-h/blg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/SMvxMZZeviI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7qigvMdigtU/s1600-h/blg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/SMvxMlLkLDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LpaFLqC6Zgs/s1600-h/blg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245551389444418610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQh-RndUUOo/SMvxMlLkLDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LpaFLqC6Zgs/s320/blg3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg today was like one of the best days of my life EVER, besides the My Chemical Romance concert on the 11th of December last year. When Audrey first told me that Boys Like Girls were coming to the Heeren today for an autograph session, I obviously didn't believe it. I mean, why would they suddenly come? But I trusted her and so in the end my dad allowed me to go after finishing my work. It started at 3.30PM but we were worried that there would be a long queue so we took a train and arrived there at 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we decided to go up to HMV cause Audrey wanted to get the Boys Like Girls album. It was the deluxe edition with AOL sessions and stuff. We then found out that to get a pass to the autograph session you had to buy that CD, and I was disappointed cause I didn't have enough money and also cause I already had the non-deluxe CD which I brought with me to get autographed. But in the end, Audrey told me that she would lend me money to get it and she could give it to her friend so I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we met Audrey's drama club friend Leela who also came for the session. We joined the queue and time passed very fast. Desiree from 98.7FM was the host for the event and all of us were screaming cause she kept saying that BLG would be coming out soon and we couldn't stand the suspense. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally though she said, "Let's welcome Boys Like Girls!" and they walked up to the stage. All of us were so happy that we were screaming and crying and believe me, no words can ever describe that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desiree and the band had a short conversation with the mic and then it was time to sign autographs. When it was our turn and I saw Martin signing my album (he was the first) I wanted to say something to him when he briefly looked up and said hi to me but all I could manage was a mere "Hi" back. I was lost for words. It just happens sometimes when you meet a band, you know. Lol sorry I know it might be irrelevant but the truth is that he has such gorgeous, piercing eyes, which I think might be the reason for my lack of words. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady standing next to me who was one of the band's groupies ushered us along rather rudely so I didn't get a photo taken with them, but then I remembered that there were others waiting behind me to get an autograph too so I just hurried off disappointedly. Martin looked at the lady and pulled a face which made me grin cause I guess he felt bad for us. Me, Audrey and Leela then took more pictures of the band, and Leela took the best zoomed-in pics cause she brought her camera but Audrey and me only brought our phones. We also took pics with Desiree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was over, the band left quickly, entering into HMV and exiting through a door, but on the way I saw that some people still got their pictures taken with the members and I ran along to follow hoping that I might do likewise but unfortunately I didn't get to. We went outside and saw the band's bus waiting there, and soon BLG appeared again and everyone scrambled there madly and we were very close to the bus' window and I managed to get a few pics. Audrey was freaking lucky cause she blew a kiss to John and he blew one right back. I was jealous lol, but who wouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us then left. Even though we didn't get to take pics with BLG, at least our albums were signed, Leela had some pics and we had a memory to last for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS Pics courtesy of Leela. :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877690588015646235-2360987084135434147?l=c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2360987084135434147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877690588015646235&amp;postID=2360987084135434147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2360987084135434147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877690588015646235/posts/default/2360987084135434147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c-emeterydrive.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg-today-was-like-one-of-best-days-of.html' title='BLG Autograph Session'/><author><name>?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328443250657418973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_fQh-RndUUOo/SMvxMlLkLDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LpaFLqC6Zgs/s72-c/blg3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
