<?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-13071259</id><updated>2012-01-28T16:33:54.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y!P's Confessions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>373</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-1583470411700932969</id><published>2008-12-25T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:50:14.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation 2 and Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Christmas people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;RR&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just receive e-mails from Facebook telling me that Joanna has tagged some photos of me online. So I went onto Facebook and discovered some graduation photos which she failed to send me. And those were crazy incidents that happened before the graduation ceremony start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With the art people around, not even a single minute would be sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is evidence 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We were reading this 'Urban' newspaper which comes together with the Straits Times while waiting for the graduation ceremony to start. Out of a sudden, the cover page design kinda like spark my inspiration of having a high fashion funeral photo (when I pass on). Then suddenly we started discussing about how funny it'll look like if we pose as though the cover page model was uh-hem ("sell salted duck eggs"). And we tried to pose for a serious photo holding the photo of the cover page model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we thought the photo ain't very nice 'cause we were secretly smiling (aka 'am chio') [Below] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283404484820897058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVJsYuJ0jSI/AAAAAAAAA_U/w95LCZger2I/s320/n750222989_1855342_8119.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So, we decided to try another photo. But the thought of the photoshoot was utterly funny and Breda and I burst into laughter before the photographer (I think it's either Prunella or Meng Hang) snapped our photo. As you can see in this photo (Below), &lt;strong&gt;Joanna was the last one standing, trying her utmost best to hold back her laughter while Breda and I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed so loudly till the librarian (Old Bitch) 'shh-ed' us. We went crazy in the library I tell you. People were staring at us as we posed for the photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283404490843730818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVJsZElxs4I/AAAAAAAAA_c/hb6eWQaN3bM/s320/n750222989_1855343_8438.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally, on our 3rd attempt (Below) we succeed in coming out with a 'more-like-it' photo. But still, Joanna is still 'am chio'-ing. We 3 decided that a sepia photo would enhance the ambience of the photo.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283404497740574114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVJsZeSHLaI/AAAAAAAAA_k/xSoFs4Ni-U4/s320/n750222989_1855344_8725.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And then Chervonne came along and saw what we did and it got her inspired too. But Chervonne cannot pose as well as I do (Obviously! I'm the Singapore's Next Top Model) and she look highly spastic in each of the photos. For instance, the one below clearly shows how she look like when she's all serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I bet all your expressions will look like Joanna's in this photo when you see Chervonne's serious face&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283404501088667234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVJsZqwXBmI/AAAAAAAAA_s/U13OBOrgFgM/s320/n750222989_1855345_9015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And then comes this wtf photo (Below). Look at Chervonne's face and expression! HAHHAHA, classic un-glamourous face. As for Breda and Joanna, they both looked sad. Especially Joanna. It seems as though both of them are orphans that are about to be sold off by the unglam Mamasan, Chervonne!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283404499554842594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVJsZlCqt-I/AAAAAAAAA_0/4KZH-sFJpag/s320/n750222989_1855346_9312.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chervonne tries to act cute. I tried to look haunting while Joanna looked as though she's some talk show host trying to give the "its so cool" hand signal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283404759420677426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVJsotHgrTI/AAAAAAAAA_8/YcwS2CefKbg/s320/n750222989_1855347_9607.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Since Joanna complained on my tagboard that she ain't in most of the photos 'cause she was busy fighting with people over the Buffet provided by our school, I'll do some good deed since its christmas and she has been nice (except for the fact that she's super mean to Super Zhao).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the photo below, Breda tries very hard to look like a top student but I assure you, she failed terribly. She thinks that donning herself with a Yishun Junior College tie, which only top students wear, will make her look 'fly'. Breda, I'm the real deal ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVJspa_odvI/AAAAAAAABAE/vXgS7FpDraw/s1600-h/n750222989_1855348_9923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283404771735664370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVJspa_odvI/AAAAAAAABAE/vXgS7FpDraw/s320/n750222989_1855348_9923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, we have a Joanna who tried to join in the fun by using Alvin's tie. Tsk tsk tsk. Cheap thrill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVJspXqUf1I/AAAAAAAABAM/yKi3L2MTi7A/s1600-h/n750222989_1855349_219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283404770840969042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVJspXqUf1I/AAAAAAAABAM/yKi3L2MTi7A/s320/n750222989_1855349_219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, I like this photo below. I'm the only male in the THORNS.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Look at Chervonne's contorted legs. Must she always photograph herself in such unflattering angles and ways? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283404774683206946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVJspl-YZSI/AAAAAAAABAc/yVbMuD9S_UE/s320/n750222989_1855351_836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another example of Chervonne going crazy and unglamourous. Sigh, this girl needs help. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I&lt;br /&gt;n this photo you see Breda, Crazy Cranky Chervonne (Hey it's CCC - like Cotton Candy Club), Meng Hang and Azfaris.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283404777168882002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVJspvPAyVI/AAAAAAAABAU/3xqVveEYrpU/s320/n750222989_1855350_517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok, more updates coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'll end this entry with my version of Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clears throat and sings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree"&lt;br /&gt;"I just want you for my own. More than you could ever know"&lt;br /&gt;"Make my wish come true"&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, all I want for Christmas is... ..................................&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt;!!!!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-1583470411700932969?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/1583470411700932969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=1583470411700932969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1583470411700932969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1583470411700932969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/12/graduation-2-and-merry-christmas.html' title='Graduation 2 and Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVJsYuJ0jSI/AAAAAAAAA_U/w95LCZger2I/s72-c/n750222989_1855342_8119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3969674658741584809</id><published>2008-12-23T23:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:01:51.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I have not blogged for like the past century. There's so many stuff to blog about since like Term 3 block test. Now, I shall start with graduation. I cut a very weird and unconventional hair style just for graduation. I have straight bangs (fringe) now. They're not really straight but curved straight. Its the last official schooling day (though I disappeared like nobody's business from school due to coursework), so a little rebellion won't do much harm right? So, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283022474317432658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEQ8yIYh1I/AAAAAAAAA-U/1U5qocMJwFI/s320/IMG_2173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I've a very '&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' school. On the day of graduation we had like half a day of lessons. Goodness gracious me. The day started with Geography lecture whereby the teachers did some revision for the 'A' Levels, before we're all out of the school. After the lecture, the Geography teachers gave us individually a note and a pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I fathomed the pen was meant for us to write faster during the Human and Physical Geography paper - a device will send electric currents and shock you if you don't write on time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283015242235640210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEKX0ht-ZI/AAAAAAAAA9E/k7ygqj9utJc/s320/IMG_2122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Group photo with our Physical Geography teacher, Miss Yeo, who claims that we're her favourite class. Meng Hang was missing, I think he went to Egypt again. So, that's like a small portion of our class (&lt;strong&gt;Above&lt;/strong&gt;). Fook Kian just love to let sway his hands around. He just blocked Meng Chuan's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283015245624882770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEKYBJxtlI/AAAAAAAAA9M/U8FRJgBu450/s320/IMG_2123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Group photo with Mdm Selvi, our Human Geography teacher. (&lt;strong&gt;Above&lt;/strong&gt;) I still feel that she look like an Indian Paris Hilton. If she went to bleach her skin and go blonde, I think she'd give Paris Hilton a run for her money. Like hello, you look like a Paris Hilton!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Below&lt;/strong&gt;) Initially Miss Yeo wanted to take a photo with me. Then she saw Meng Hang behind me, so she called Meng Hang along. Then came Joanna. Miss Yeo thus gave Joanna the camera and call her to help us take a photo. &lt;strong&gt;Then Joanna went (in her low voice), "Huh? I thought I was going to be in the picture with you all."&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA poor Joanna experienced rejection. So eventually she was included in the photo (not via photoshop) HAHAHA.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283015254127944546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEKYg1EI2I/AAAAAAAAA9U/uvxRb0BE-S8/s320/P1000072+edit).jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then, the real graduation started. Well air-conditioned and the ambience was right. Ya, right.. for sleeping. I was practically dozing off on my seat. Azfaris kept turning over to gossip with me which was the only thing that kept me awake. The principal played the song "Theme from Mahogany (Do You Know Where You're Going To?)" by Diana Ross to somewhat inspire us. Well, personally I prefer the cover version by Mariah Carey 'cause Diana Ross' voice was too sharp in her version. So if she were to play the one by Mariah Carey I would've left the hall totally inspired instead of dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, at least I sang along with the Diana Ross' version. Wanted to go up the stage and snatch the microphone over just so I can flaunt my talent. Well the ambience felt right and was like American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the entire ceremony, all the students went crazy with a camera in their hands. Flash lights go on and off blinding almost everyone. I got flashed in my face by this crazy woman who nearly made me take out my camera and blind her with the flash light. I thought the ambience was so right with the air-conditioned on and you can go around snapping photos but NO. The school had to switch off the air-conditioner on time and we were all sweating like pigs doing workout. By the end of everything we were like just finished with swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Below&lt;/strong&gt;) A photo with 2 of the smallest things in my class. Jackie (left), Me and Irene (right). Irene is my go-home-buddy whenever we knock off from lessons together. She's called "Wei He" (as in Why in Mandarin)  or Pi Pi. And her tag line is something no one understands, Donkey Monkey Saturated (like wtf too much Geography? No, it means that her brain has reached its capacity in memorising something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me when I'm staring at. You know, so many people wants to take photos and they're all standing at different places. One thing about them, they don't say "1, 2, 3, Smile" just so people know which camera to turn to. And this photo is the classic result of such incidents. I'm so gonna slap the person whom I called to take a photo for us.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEQ9UkG7YI/AAAAAAAAA-k/fCMBGDZB0Y4/s1600-h/IMG_2130i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283022483560525186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEQ9UkG7YI/AAAAAAAAA-k/fCMBGDZB0Y4/s320/IMG_2130i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Below&lt;/strong&gt; is a photo with Jessie (Choong/Hilton) and Allison. We have got an uglier photo but I think we shouldn't put it up just so it doesn't tarnish our reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEQ9OyH9hI/AAAAAAAAA-c/puV6ytPcss4/s1600-h/IMG_2136i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283022482008700434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEQ9OyH9hI/AAAAAAAAA-c/puV6ytPcss4/s320/IMG_2136i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw Miss Yeo and as said, she wanted to take an individual photo with me. Just so, we saw Haziyah and asked her to aid us in taking the photo. Wtf, Haziyah turned everything to Sepia and snapped this. Just so you know, the photo turned out to be sepia but when I tried to adjust it back to normal mode, I found out that its all along in normal mode. &lt;strong&gt;Strange, just like the photographer.&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;Below&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my ugly stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283024807553234450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVETEmHJdhI/AAAAAAAAA-8/MM6vS_--tIg/s320/IMG_2142i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took photos with Pei En and Jaime (&lt;strong&gt;Below&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEQ95wFIkI/AAAAAAAAA-s/VNkDa5AStag/s1600-h/IMG_2128i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283022493542851138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEQ95wFIkI/AAAAAAAAA-s/VNkDa5AStag/s320/IMG_2128i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photograph of me, Reuben (Soh), Laura and Rui Shan. (Below) My closest buddies in Yishun Junior College. Friends since day 1 when we step in into Yishun Junior College. Retained together too but we're gonna pass our 'A' Levels with flying colours too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283015260718415970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEKY5YWwGI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Uu4lCYymwyY/s320/IMG_2125i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After snapping the photo above, the others wanted to join in too. And we've got Benjamin, Keith and Pei Ru too. All are retainees except for Benjamin and Keith. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283015263958874050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEKZFc8N8I/AAAAAAAAA9k/zzSKtkhBer0/s320/IMG_2126ii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After the group shot, Joshua wanted another photo too. So now, in this photo below, we've got Laura, Rui Shan, Pei Ru, Joshua and yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEQ8vjcTcI/AAAAAAAAA-M/GWNmheyOrvc/s1600-h/IMG_2127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283022473625619906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEQ8vjcTcI/AAAAAAAAA-M/GWNmheyOrvc/s320/IMG_2127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INSANITY STARTS HERE WITH THE ART MATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've Chervonne here talking on the phone and posing with us (Hazura and I). We're in such awkward positions and how very strange but still I like the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283024810903614482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVETEyl8NBI/AAAAAAAAA_E/p2eBOhIK-Mk/s320/IMG_2131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we've the Mighty Morphing Power Painters - Hafiszah, Me and Grace - ("It's Morphing Time!"). We, the painters, have braved through all the Turpentine, acrylic paints, oil paints and even Prisca together! We survived the "Have You Finish Your Work? Move On Move On!" and emerged as pure survivors! We have gossiped together like there was no tommorrow even when Mr Lak and Miss Gao were floating around the art room. We have even gossiped so loud till Miss Gao claimed that it sounded like having 9 people in the art room when there was only us 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Hits chest like taking an oath*&lt;br /&gt;PAINTERS, YOU ROCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283024799945426882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVETEJxTh8I/AAAAAAAAA-0/jn3JOvQB6ik/s320/IMG_2141i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh did I mention, Azfaris gave us a very weird graduation gift which was memorable. He made top few gifts. Noraashikin, Grace and I were top 3 presents of his list.&lt;br /&gt;He gave his classmate, Nadiah, a toilet detergent and another a magnifying glass 'cause she complained about the small words in lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the art people, he gave Hazura medicated plasters for she always complain about headache. Noraashikin got a pump (the one whereby you pump water out from the fish tank) 'cause she has got asthma and Azfaris claim she use it in times of emergency. Grace and I both got a clock. (Though its inauspicious in Chinese culture, its still super funny) The reason why Grace got a clock was because she was always late for art coursework sessions 'cause she overslept all the time. As for me, it's because of the long travelling time from Boon Lay and I'm also late for school most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfaris is crazy I tell you (&lt;strong&gt;Below&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I would love to thank everyone for their presents. Jerene, Prunella, Chervonne, Noraashikin, Breda, Azfaris and Grace. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283035308554892930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEcn1ZCtoI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ctc2yLqfDqc/s320/IMG_2140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Took photos with the other 2 art boys. I tell you, I'm super pissed with them. Just take a look at photos below. When I posed so nicely with the bright smile, they give me that kinda look. Look at Azfaris, he look constipated and at the same time trying to seek enlightenment! As for Meng Hang, he trying to look fierce like some top model. &lt;strong&gt;EH EXCUSE ME, ITS SUPPOSE TO BE A NICE PHOTO OK! WASTE MY TIME TO SMILE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEM1DGVmII/AAAAAAAAA98/vmiUSxqjmRk/s1600-h/IMG_2145wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283017943386790018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEM1DGVmII/AAAAAAAAA98/vmiUSxqjmRk/s320/IMG_2145wtf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now look at this photo. When I'm pissed, they start smiling. Wtf. That Azfaris still look constipated. I think I need to get him some Broccoli to give him some fibre. As for Meng Hang, he now tries to act cute with the 'W' smile. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEM0_9QD8I/AAAAAAAAA90/8y6NTSArIm0/s1600-h/IMG_2146i+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283017942543372226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEM0_9QD8I/AAAAAAAAA90/8y6NTSArIm0/s320/IMG_2146i+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, I shall end the entry with this photo of Joanna and I. I think we look super funny in this photo. So distorted. Look at Joanna, her face is so comical! She look like she's a cast from "Honey I Strunk the Kids" (a 1989 film) and my hair make me look like a kid too. These kind of views always make people look like kids with big heads and small body!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEM0lwkRRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/KiklmEwCMKY/s1600-h/IMG_2139i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283017935510848786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEM0lwkRRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/KiklmEwCMKY/s320/IMG_2139i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stay tuned for the next entry about neoprints and my United Kingdom &amp;amp; Paris trip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-3969674658741584809?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3969674658741584809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3969674658741584809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3969674658741584809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3969674658741584809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/12/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SVEQ8yIYh1I/AAAAAAAAA-U/1U5qocMJwFI/s72-c/IMG_2173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3673424488291349839</id><published>2008-08-24T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:39:00.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reloaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just realised some photos from my previous entry couldn't be enlarged thanks to Blogspot. How are my viewers going to see the speech bubbles? Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I re-uploaded some of the photos which previously couldn't be enlarged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLDzeHdLVmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/9ZEDA-3K0cc/s1600-h/P23-08-08_15.jpg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237954065354937954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLDzeHdLVmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/9ZEDA-3K0cc/s320/P23-08-08_15.jpg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLDzeQjnZyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/GZUdXJ60jqY/s1600-h/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237954067797862178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLDzeQjnZyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/GZUdXJ60jqY/s320/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLDzeZG_ZlI/AAAAAAAAAsE/7W4JiBL_BDU/s1600-h/Untitled-3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237954070093719122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLDzeZG_ZlI/AAAAAAAAAsE/7W4JiBL_BDU/s320/Untitled-3+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLDzerUsqCI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NQBs08H_Kqw/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237954074983049250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLDzerUsqCI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NQBs08H_Kqw/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLDzepAex-I/AAAAAAAAAsU/XyvUwuPmzx4/s1600-h/DSC00342+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237954074361382882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLDzepAex-I/AAAAAAAAAsU/XyvUwuPmzx4/s320/DSC00342+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-3673424488291349839?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3673424488291349839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3673424488291349839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3673424488291349839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3673424488291349839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/08/reloaded.html' title='Reloaded'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLDzeHdLVmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/9ZEDA-3K0cc/s72-c/P23-08-08_15.jpg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7682414811191452267</id><published>2008-08-24T01:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:56:34.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy in Woodlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: IMAGES ARE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EDITED&lt;/span&gt; AND MAY NOT NECESSARILY DEPICT REAL LIFE EVENTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Art students met up yesterday to study for the Studies of Visual Arts paper which is on next Tuesday. The initial activity was perfectly sane, trust me. We were quietly studying our individual notes, memorizing what ever we can. We, too, made ourselves very comfortable in the Library, sitting at one corner beside "Seed" with our slippers off. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For non-Art students, "Seed" is a sculpture made by Singaporean Sculptor, Han Sai Por. The commissioned work is located at the 2nd level of the Woodlands Regional Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everything was relatively sane until SOMEONE took out her camera phones and started snapping. The insanity started right at the moment the first photo was snapped. I've no idea which is the first photo, but in this blog entry, I'm going to show you some of the photos. The photos are topped with my editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE INSANITY STARTS HERE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Photo 1 shows Hafiszah and Grace having a heart to heart chat in a... Tropical Paradise? (Below) Yes, they found themselves a tropical wonderland at the corner of where we sitted - in the library. They were enjoying the shade provided by the leaves of the vegetation around them. Take a look at the speech bubbles I created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBOIVkwFwI/AAAAAAAAAp8/-32J9uLsQT4/s1600-h/DSC00311+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237772271769097986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBOIVkwFwI/AAAAAAAAAp8/-32J9uLsQT4/s320/DSC00311+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get what I mean when I say they were enjoying themselves? The library, for once, turned into a beach. The trees provided the duo with a shelter as they enjoy the cooling sea breeze and warmth from the sun. Whoah, you can see seagulls and an umbrella too! (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBOIej1KoI/AAAAAAAAAqE/FCpi_MePxhk/s1600-h/DSC003031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237772274181155458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBOIej1KoI/AAAAAAAAAqE/FCpi_MePxhk/s320/DSC003031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was not the only crazy thing that happened. During our study session, I was so stressed that I slapped myself. My alter ego overtook and started abusing me! Initially, it was an enjoyable moment. But as my alter ego overtook, I suffered! (As shown below). I was whacked in the lips by Hon Long II. This..resulted in a swollen lip!!! *Cries pitifully as Hon Long recounts the incident* The pain, the agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBOI_DcNbI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JilmUCVB59U/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237772282903672242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBOI_DcNbI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JilmUCVB59U/s320/Untitled-1+copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would say that the studying session can be rather inspiring for some - for instance Meng Hang. He was so into what he was studying that he entered the world of Visual Arts and evolved into a Ron Mueck artwork. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For non-Art students, Ron Mueck is an Australian sculptor who creates works that are highly realistic (i.e. look exactly like real human beings) but at the same time, greater than human size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meng Hang became greater than life size during the study session! He just grew and grew and grew to such an extent that he became 16 times our height! And *poof* he became an artwork! (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBOI3BapvI/AAAAAAAAAqU/jQ-XNoMlh-Y/s1600-h/DSC00326+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237772280747697906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBOI3BapvI/AAAAAAAAAqU/jQ-XNoMlh-Y/s320/DSC00326+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apart from all those wtf incidents that happened, we experienced another wtf moment. Prunella's inner bitch appeared. Just look at the photo below, I think it explains everything! Poor "Seed" was so frightened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBOJI_aL_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/ECOWIaIjP0o/s1600-h/DSC00336+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237772285571117042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBOJI_aL_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/ECOWIaIjP0o/s320/DSC00336+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next moment, we have a Joanna while couldn't get over her "America's Next Top Model" dream. She still insist that she could pose as well as Tyra Banks. So, she hugged onto the "Seed" and tried her utmost best to strike a high fashion pose. Well, Tyra left her a note (as seen below). You readers shall judge who's better in posing. I've no comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237773823141850674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBPio41rjI/AAAAAAAAAqk/2xHr0fvmTtY/s320/DSC00342+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then suddenly we spotted a relative of Ken, the &lt;em&gt;Pot Kia&lt;/em&gt;. It's the potted plant situated right behind him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case viewers don't understand why we call him &lt;em&gt;Pot Kia&lt;/em&gt;, it is because his A Level Art coursework involves pottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237773823233990482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBPipOzn1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/SkcoyNTygLU/s320/DSC00343+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The self-slapping moment isn't all that happened to me. To relax my senses, I turned to yoga. I always believe I'm some yoga guru and today I could finally showcase my capabilities! (Below) I can do so much better compared to that lady in the photo! See, see! I think I should teach yoga after my A Levels. I've the potential, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237773830684884898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBPjE_PP6I/AAAAAAAAArE/cBRKEb4mBfo/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After spending so much time with "Seed", we've decided to test its authenticity. Below shows the painstaking process that we went through to test whether it is the real deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237773827615445410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBPi5jbUaI/AAAAAAAAAq0/7EBNHdFvCUc/s320/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While testing its authenticity, greater than life size Meng Hang decide to snap a photo of me testing it without me knowing! See, I told you he was inspired by the studying session. He even adopted Cindy Sherman's interest in "voyeurism"! Joanna and I became his artwork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I find the photo very amusing. It resembles the drama series of Channel 8 back in the 90s! It was called Golden Pillow (金枕头). The most memorable part of the drama series is when this golden pillow (gold rock actually) , past down by the lead character's dad, can communicate with the lead actor and the actresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's classic! The 3 of them gathering together listening to the rock! And the lead actor would ask the actresses whether they can hear it. And surprisingly, the 2 actresses replied, claiming that they can hear it too while sobbing happy tears. You can see that in the mini photo below! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237775384254612066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBQ9gfIAmI/AAAAAAAAArc/XtkoNtfnWsE/s320/P23-08-08_15.jpg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also moments where "Seed" spoke too! Take a look at the photo below. Meng Hang and Joanna decided to lean against the "Seed" while looking all Korean-drama-ey. They posed like those typical couple poses you can find in those korean soap opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, Meng Hang &amp;amp; Joanna thought they heard the "Seed" curse &amp;amp; swear! They pissed the "Seed" off.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237773832013211602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBPjJ7759I/AAAAAAAAAq8/snSoLKpxl5Q/s320/Untitled-3+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned that Hafiszah went to one corner to get all emotional? I think maybe 'cause Grace didn't want to share the shade anymore. HAHAHA. She ran to this awful corner. We, the art students, couldn't help but claim that the photo look extremely Edward Hopper-ish. The photo exudes the isolation of human kind in an urbanised area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237775388894274530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBQ9xxTo-I/AAAAAAAAArk/aZsKbWtPK24/s320/DSC00318i.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the crazy-ing process, I found my long lost sister, Joanna. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237775380787506578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBQ9TkgLZI/AAAAAAAAArU/C9CyTruwUwE/s320/DSC00565+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea who snapped this photo (below). This photo shows the timeline of Meng Hang. His appearance as he age. Wow, Meng Hang, this is so Duane Hanson's "Man on a Bench". A documentation of the ageing Meng Hang! Wonderful, Splendid!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237775381839843714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBQ9XfZkYI/AAAAAAAAArM/r5aHdM99Mlc/s320/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our insanity ended in quite a mess. Take a look at the area which we studied at.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237775388590152210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBQ9wozGhI/AAAAAAAAArs/UyUaIrV3G6o/s320/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, after leaving the library, we went for dinner. The after-food chat was crazy! We joked and laughed like nobody's business. The most significant one is about Jerene and her senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joked that we'll appear at place which they would go. If they go to fast food restuarants, she'll see us at the counter, mopping the floor, serving them their food and clearing their food. HAHAHA. If they go to the library, she'll see us pushing trolleys of books, some staking the books and some at the information counter. If they take a train, the guys will be patrolling while the girls would be in-charge of terminating trains and blowing the whistle. HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the one in the cinema is funny. She'll see us in commercials. Joanna will be in the Lux advertisement while I'll be in the kung-fu flicks. The one in the taxi is also classic. If Jerene &amp;amp; her senior board the taxi, the taxi driver will be me. HAHAHAHAHAHA! We'll stalk Jerene. She can run but she can't hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. That's about all. It is 3.40am and I'm super tired. Watching the diving Olympics now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in case some readers don't get it, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME OF THE CONTENTS IN THIS ENTRY ARE HIGHLY FICTIONAL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(for example, the growth of Meng Hang to 16 times our height). The sentences in &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange and bolded&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;are definitions of some art contents which some non-art students may not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-7682414811191452267?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7682414811191452267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7682414811191452267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7682414811191452267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7682414811191452267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-in-woodlands.html' title='Crazy in Woodlands'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SLBOIVkwFwI/AAAAAAAAAp8/-32J9uLsQT4/s72-c/DSC00311+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-228649833538852573</id><published>2008-08-17T01:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:35:01.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTACK OF AFRO &amp; REBONDED WIG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISCLAIMER: THIS ENTRY CONTAINS HIGHLY 'EDITED' IMAGES. THE MODEL IN THESE PHOTOS IS &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT THE REAL HON LONG&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;READ: NOT THE REAL HON LONG&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I KNOW Y'ALL MISSED ME. YOU READERS CAN'T DO WITHOUT ME RIGHT? SO I'M BACK, THIS TIME BACK WITH AN AFRO!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SKcSMZeB6FI/AAAAAAAAApE/M3I432UQqoM/s1600-h/IMG_1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235173096046061650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SKcSMZeB6FI/AAAAAAAAApE/M3I432UQqoM/s320/IMG_1587.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO SEXY&lt;/strong&gt; (I was refering to myself, sorry to let y'all readers think I called y'all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DON'T CHA WISH YOUR AFRO WAS HOT LIKE MINE? DON'T CHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noraashikin brought these props over for her coursework consultation and she wanted to go home (quite long ago). I saw those wigs and I jumped upon the chance to wear them. The afro caught my eye first and I couldn't resist but have it placed over my head. I swear it was just for experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it wasn't long before my enthusiasm went slightly over the limit (well, not really slightly but it skyrocketed) and I tried looking sexy with it. I bet its the afro's fault - it controlled me -, I swear it isn't the Hon Long who wanted to do this! I'm innocent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SKcSM03G-vI/AAAAAAAAApM/7nUV7f84bBw/s1600-h/IMG_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235173103399009010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SKcSM03G-vI/AAAAAAAAApM/7nUV7f84bBw/s320/IMG_1588.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The feeling was great. I was literally indulged in my own afro world I was so... sooo (I can't find the word to describe the moment). I got high on afro! Just look at that face (below)! I was twirling the curls. The feeling was orgasmic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel the heat? Can't you feel my sexiness raging through the curls of the afro? Don't you wanna try an afro too? I know you want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SKcSNmnQrpI/AAAAAAAAApU/PPNK11-9YWE/s1600-h/IMG_1589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235173116754308754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SKcSNmnQrpI/AAAAAAAAApU/PPNK11-9YWE/s320/IMG_1589.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then, Noraashikin, the instigator, took out a long rebonded wig. That's when the insanity rose to a higher level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on the wig and evolved into a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Christina Ugliera Umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". I became even sexier than the afro! I posed like the SUPER &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(FUGLY)&lt;/span&gt; TOP MODEL. I felt like a pop star and for one moment in time, I could reach the notes like the real Christina Aguilera. I nearly sang "Beautiful". Tears nearly flow out of my eyes, it was emotional! I felt b-be--eautiful and words couldn't bring me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I AM BEAUTIFUL, NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY. WORDS CAN'T BRING ME DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235180410021219250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SKcY2IJmC7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/TA1Efz_7BNA/s320/IMG_1596+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After I took off the wig which was the source of the madness, I couldn't help but think that it bears some resemblance to our body hair. So, image if you've got rebounded and long armpit hair, what will it look like? The answer is right here, Professor Yip has answered all your queries! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(LOOK BELOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REBONDED STRAIGHT ARMPIT HAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235177228917731250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SKcV89na77I/AAAAAAAAAps/g_yLbqg2Jjw/s320/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Crazy moments always have end quite quickly. The instigator had to return the props and I reluctantly have to return them to her! But before returning to her, we snapped a photo together. Me with the afro while Noraashikin with the rebounded hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OOPS, I'M NOT SURE IF NORAASHIKIN KNOWS THAT I PLACED THE WIG NEAR MY UNDERARMS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she look better with longer hair, but nevertheless, less sexier than my afro! HAHAHHAHAHA. After this session, I've decided to perm my hair after my A Levels and I'd look like a Super Zhao! Just that my curls are sexier than Super Zhao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIERCE SHOT WITH WIGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(MODELS: HON LONG &amp;amp; NORAASHIKIN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SKcSOKmY-kI/AAAAAAAAApk/8e-fCyfjJ-o/s1600-h/IMG_1599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235173126414334530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SKcSOKmY-kI/AAAAAAAAApk/8e-fCyfjJ-o/s320/IMG_1599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Conclusion: I LOVE AFRO WIGS AND WIGS CAN CONTROL ONE'S SANITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ITS THE ATTACK OF THE AFRO &amp;amp; REBOUNDED WIG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-228649833538852573?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/228649833538852573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=228649833538852573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/228649833538852573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/228649833538852573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/08/attack-of-afro-rebounded-wig.html' title='ATTACK OF AFRO &amp; REBONDED WIG'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SKcSMZeB6FI/AAAAAAAAApE/M3I432UQqoM/s72-c/IMG_1587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-5874676078050344868</id><published>2008-07-13T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:08:42.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Zhao!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm such a mess right now. I'm going nowhere with my studies right now. I need to complete a lot of work for all my subjects but it seems like I can't ever complete them. Plus, topped with the demands for the A Level Art coursework submission, I'm currently going crazy. Don't seem to get my things done in time. Have been scolded, commented, criticised and even rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My compositions have been rejected over and over, till I'm so bloody pissed off. All doesn't seem effective. Have been lacking in visualisation and observational drawings too! How can I start painting when I have yet to settle on my final composition? I hate it when I'm always questioned for my compositions. You don't question an artist about his or her art, especially for a Surrealist (I'm no Surrealist to begin with). I'm relatively inspired by Surrealist art thus I tend to draw dream-like works. So, how am I suppose to answer you when you question my work and my subject matters? Hello, its dream-like! If I can tell you, it won't be dream-like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrutiny, especially when there's always someone who thinks that he's best in every single aspect of art (well, the way he phrased his words, it sounds as though he is a master in every medium of art from Digital Animation to Painting to Colour Pencils to Illustrations and even Installation)&lt;/span&gt; . I don't question his ability but stop going around questioning every art student 'cause we're stressed and depressed enough after coming out with a composition and getting it degraded, claiming that it looks like a good "O-LEVEL" work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life ain't getting any better nowadays. Yes indeed I have good art teachers but there's always this level which they think you ain't giving your best and that all you works are below expectations. I hate it when teachers think that I am capable of doing extremely good work 'cause it'd mean extremely high expectations.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(No, I'm not saying anything to show off! I'm speaking my heart out now, so don't read and distort my words saying that I'm showing off - though some may think I think too highly of myself!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm seriously growing (comparing to my O Level days) but at the same thing, I don't think I can keep up with their expectations of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I'm showing you all some of my drawings. They are the ONLY good ones that I have in my prepatory work. I'm fucking dead!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmXm6fWsfI/AAAAAAAAAos/5Sp7u6oXCHs/s1600-h/IMG_1486copyright.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222371937704391154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmXm6fWsfI/AAAAAAAAAos/5Sp7u6oXCHs/s320/IMG_1486copyright.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmXnMOhEHI/AAAAAAAAAo0/bqBVr3KTwB8/s1600-h/IMG_1487copyright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222371942465605746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmXnMOhEHI/AAAAAAAAAo0/bqBVr3KTwB8/s320/IMG_1487copyright.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmXnU8Q3rI/AAAAAAAAAo8/qpAEE9QhZoc/s1600-h/P1190134cited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222371944804966066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmXnU8Q3rI/AAAAAAAAAo8/qpAEE9QhZoc/s320/P1190134cited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, lets not talk about the sad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I went Zara sale (again) and TopMan/TopShop sale with Azfaris and Breda after our Studies of Visual Arts lesson on last Friday. Breda got herself some accessorises from TopShop after weighing how much she should spend with the number of nice accessories that are on discount. Azfaris wanted a khaki coloured cardigan from Zara but couldn't find his size. As for me, I found 2 jackets which I had eyed for a long time. One is of windbreaker material and the other is rather thick. The windbreaker caught my eyes with its hot red which exudes sexiness. The thick jacket caught my eyes with its smart design with the buttons adding a sense of edge to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red windbreaker first caught my eyes in the Zara at VivoCity with a price tag of $125. So I waited and waited and in recent Zara sale, I found it and the price dropped to $99.90! But I fathom it wasn't worth my dough for that material thought the colour was seducing me into getting it. Then, last Friday when I went with Breda and Azfaris, I saw it waving at me again! This time its $75!!!!!!!! Was so tempted to get it. But suddenly, emerged the thick one which too caught my eyes in some other Zara boutique. I remembered it was also around $125 and then it dropped to a $99 before becoming a $75 too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was spoilt with choices. Couldn't decide. But after a long evaluation session in the changing room, I made my decision and have decided to give up on the red one 'cause I'm not willing to spend my money on windbreaker-thin materials despite how branded it is. I chose the thick one 'cause I can wear it during examinations and also bring it over with me when I'm travelling to places like UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go, this is how the thick one looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmT-sszRmI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GnSdWTCgNlc/s1600-h/11-07-08_1840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222367948273043042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmT-sszRmI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GnSdWTCgNlc/s320/11-07-08_1840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how the red windbreaker (below) look like. I took this photo in a separate occasion!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, even till now, its still seducing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmT-m2IKII/AAAAAAAAAoU/g4miUkXXPa0/s1600-h/28-06-08_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222367946701547650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmT-m2IKII/AAAAAAAAAoU/g4miUkXXPa0/s320/28-06-08_1650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I manage to dig out this photo which I took on my birthday before meeting with my friends (namely Kai Ee and Wei Xian) for celebration. This top (below) cost $79.90 if I didn't remember wrongly and its from Esprit. I think its quite nice, but I don't wish to buy it. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmT-4QvI8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/oL6yPSK3_rY/s1600-h/17-06-08_1802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222367951376556994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmT-4QvI8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/oL6yPSK3_rY/s320/17-06-08_1802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday, Saturday 12 July, I had dinner with Azfaris, Joanna and Meng Hang at Burger King after our regular Art sessions on Saturday. We chatted like nobody's business. Our topics revolved around Super Zhao to Miss Aminah to Mrs Guna and back to Super Zhao again. We had cameo appearances from Hazura (with her classic comment) and Er Chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing over how the 2 strict teachers are actually funny individuals with their comments etc. As for Super Zhao, we talked about her abilities to vanish at a speed of light whenever we were given the green light to leave the Digital Media Art lab (or recently no green light but still she ran off, jumping over the boundaries that bind all art students in the Digital Media lab.) We laughed and laughed and gosh I think my laughter was way too loud that fellow Burger King eaters too looked over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for today! I need to do my art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end my entry with the award-winning phrase from Hazura to Super Zhao which stopped Super Zhao from tormenting the poor hungry innocents (namely Meng Hang and I) with her long-winded questions and her personal response which I've no idea how she can actually link every question directed at us to her own experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EH YOU FINISH YOUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;FOOD ALREADY AH?!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmT-6dpF4I/AAAAAAAAAok/UaHYD4559kA/s1600-h/P1190134.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-5874676078050344868?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/5874676078050344868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=5874676078050344868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5874676078050344868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5874676078050344868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-zhao.html' title='Super Zhao!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SHmXm6fWsfI/AAAAAAAAAos/5Sp7u6oXCHs/s72-c/IMG_1486copyright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7297923164815535533</id><published>2008-06-29T19:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:37:51.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Entry for Saturday Karaoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been so long since we had a free Saturday, free from Art. So the few of us art-mates decided that we should party after our Block Tests since we jolly well know the kind of grades that we'd get and there's no point fretting over it. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chervonne&lt;/span&gt; became the organiser for the K-Box session. We went for Karaoke therapy session! Those who went for the therapy session were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Breda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chervonne&lt;/span&gt;, Joanna, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meng&lt;/span&gt; Hang and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the session, Joanna was like asking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Breda&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meng&lt;/span&gt; Hang sing one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;?" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Breda&lt;/span&gt; told me. Upon hearing it I approached Joanna on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;. To Joanna's horror, she discovered that we do gossip about the things she said online. Right, Joanna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we met at Somerset &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; station and I'm on time! 1045am while the others were late! Upon meeting we went to the K-box at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;. The day started off sane. We picked a few songs and sang sanely [bear in mind my usage of the word "sane" as it never once associate with the Art students especially when you have people like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chervonne&lt;/span&gt; and Joanna around.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First evidence to show that we were relatively sane at the beginning of the day. The photo below shows the Chervonne snatching the microphone while posing with Joanna stealing some limelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217269229104813186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd2uLpeVII/AAAAAAAAAms/WZJF6SNvtsE/s320/P1190068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217269195924641522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd2sQCtFvI/AAAAAAAAAmc/D_srMzdb1XA/s320/P1190078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have people like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Breda&lt;/span&gt; going around with my camera and snapping photos with the rest. Also, there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Chervonne&lt;/span&gt; snapping photos of herself with her new mobile phone. I apologize to Joanna whose phone I've dropped upon moving around. You see, you can't really blame me Joanna 'cause I've been getting fatter due to the amount of sleepless nights during the Block test period and stuffing myself with food to keep awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above photo shows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Breda&lt;/span&gt; and Joanna. Notice Joanna's "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;woolala&lt;/span&gt;" top with that large hole, we wondered how she kept herself warm. She was complaining that it was relatively cold (when she ain't sitting under the air conditioner like me) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Breda&lt;/span&gt; volunteered to share her mile-long shawl which I think is capable of turning Joanna into a Mummy in a matter of 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo below consist of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Breda&lt;/span&gt; and Yours truly. I just noticed I've got eyes which vary in size and its quite obvious. My right eye is bigger than my left eye and it seems like its always coming out of the damn frame. Guess its giving me a very good reason for plastic surgery on my eyes and my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217269209294275746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd2tB2RhKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/jcJpyvBy7a4/s320/P1190066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: THE SANITY ENDS HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, as usual, the sanity doesn't last long. We started going all high while singing Flo Rida's "Low".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]&lt;br /&gt;Boots with the fur [With the fur]&lt;br /&gt;The whole club was lookin at her&lt;br /&gt;She hit the flo [She hit the flo]&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawty got low low low low low low low low&lt;br /&gt;Them baggy sweat pants&lt;br /&gt;And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]&lt;br /&gt;She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]&lt;br /&gt;She hit the flo [She hit the flo]&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know&lt;br /&gt;Shawty got low low low low low low low low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd9DIS6-oI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FV3rG60qZ8A/s1600-h/P1190059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217276186051934850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd9DIS6-oI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FV3rG60qZ8A/s320/P1190059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes this is what we did. We stood on the sofa and started dancing while singing like we were on World Tour 2008. Introducing the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getai Royalties: Yours truly, King of Getai. Chervonne, Queen of Getai. Joanna, Getai Princess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're like Michael Jackson (excluding the sexual harassment allegations), Madonna and Britney Spears in the Getai World - relating to our society like the Studies of Visual Arts. Hahaha, that's our social commentary!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the photo above, we were suppose to be on the midst of "get down" to the chorus of the song "Low". Look at Joanna, she looks as though she was crying after a failed attempt of doing the low! HAHAHAHA! As for Chervonne, she looked like crazy woman at the void decks scaring children at the nearby playground. For me, I look like I was having constipation and lovin' it. HAHAHA! The winner of the most "sane" looking in the photo would be Yours truly, the King of Getai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the photo below is a clearer photo of the low! Get what I meant when we were literally getting down? HAHAHA, my face was relatively unglamourous and wtf-ish topped with an ape-like pose. Chervonne looked like an dwarf and that Joanna striked the best retro/80s pose! This round goes to the Getai Princess in posing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217275433274653762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd8XT-1PEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/7IsJTOkqmf4/s320/P1190064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we sang, we sang and we sang. We went in too deep. We couldn't help but keep singing. Look at that Chervonne's "sexy" pose. How very "sexy". I bet she thought she was sashaying down the runway. HAHAHAHA. As for Joanna, I bet she purpose pose in such a sane manner! As for the winner of this round, I guess I should present the prize to Queen of Getai, Chervonne for her outrageous attempt to look sexy - which failed terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd9DRzyFSI/AAAAAAAAAnk/IwIJCH-srr0/s1600-h/P1190061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217276188605682978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd9DRzyFSI/AAAAAAAAAnk/IwIJCH-srr0/s320/P1190061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA, this photo (below) look as though I accidentally ate Chervonne's nose which singing! It seems like she was hiding her nose-less feature from the camera after I accidentally bit it off while we were changing dance steps. And that Joanna is laughing at the nose-less Chervonne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd9DfX6UII/AAAAAAAAAns/8cglyO7gpm4/s1600-h/P1190062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217276192246878338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd9DfX6UII/AAAAAAAAAns/8cglyO7gpm4/s320/P1190062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just 1/3 of the cranky stuff we did on Saturday. The photo below showed our attempts to act rock. The 2 on the left (Breda and Chervonne) seriously failed to act rock. They look like some bubblegum pop genre while the right (Joanna and I) more like rock than them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd9Duw6KgI/AAAAAAAAAn0/8eyGiZxTywo/s1600-h/s640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217276196378257922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd9Duw6KgI/AAAAAAAAAn0/8eyGiZxTywo/s320/s640x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, didn't Meng Hang go with us? Of course he did. But where on earth was Meng Hang? Did you go Egypt like he what he did last time in the iMac travel? OF COURSE NOT. He was our photographer and for those who thinks that Meng Hang don't sing at all, you're all wrong! Look at this photo (below). A picture tells a thousand words. Meng Hang sang some Mandarin songs with Chervonne, I think. Both of us sang "When You Say Nothing at All"! I forgot the other songs actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd8WmZJSvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0AAE1oMe3vc/s1600-h/P1190070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217275421036989170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd8WmZJSvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0AAE1oMe3vc/s320/P1190070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, while singing with Meng Hang, Chervonne decided to add in some Blues to her song. Just look at the constipated face (below). Or was it Meng Hang's singing which made her frown? This would be solely dependent on all your inference skills. Btw Joanna, stop looking into the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd8WubuXTI/AAAAAAAAAm8/yJZhnP2IGhc/s1600-h/P1190069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217275423195290930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd8WubuXTI/AAAAAAAAAm8/yJZhnP2IGhc/s320/P1190069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we decided that we should get more dose of crankiness. So once again, we stood on the sofa and sang a Mandarin song in the 80s by Canto-Pop group, 草蜢 (for those who don't understand Mandarin, the group's name is Grasshopper) titled "宝贝对不起" (Sorry, Baby). We got all high again. Meng Hang wanted to join in the fun but he had to snap the video so sadly he didn't manage to jump around like us! Poor Meng Hang, the next time we go Karaoke therapy again, I swear you'll be the one jumping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the photo below, the drunk Chervonne is once again sashaying with her phone in front of her to snap her own photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd8W4Z6wZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/DUqDrVf1FJU/s1600-h/P1190071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217275425872069010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd8W4Z6wZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/DUqDrVf1FJU/s320/P1190071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Damn, I was so reluctant to upload this photo (below) 'cause I looked like some wtf. My fucking mouth is fucking big! I couldn't take it. Well at least there's another ugly creature in the photo to share the ugliness - Chervonne. Joanna, stop posing! We want an unglamourous photo of you! Look at that Breda, she frowned. Bet she wanted to add in the Blues to the light-hearted song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd8XHTwWRI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MkfgvjtQDJU/s1600-h/P1190072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217275429872752914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd8XHTwWRI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MkfgvjtQDJU/s320/P1190072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the song we decided to have a group photo which looks pretty nice! (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd2qp4kkkI/AAAAAAAAAmM/NUgwvVwjgYM/s1600-h/P1190079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217269168501723714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd2qp4kkkI/AAAAAAAAAmM/NUgwvVwjgYM/s320/P1190079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we tried a rock version this time (below). I think we looked uber spastic. Look at significant individuals like Breda and Meng Hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, they look even more spastic than us. Do you remember the photo back during the Arts Fusion? The one where Meng Hang looked like a Gorilla while Breda looked like being swept by Tsunami and still lovin' it? (refer to 3 May 2008 entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, these dynamic duo came back with a more wtf pose! Breda look so rock that she seems like she literally had a rock dropped on her toes. Way to go Rock Chick Breda! As for Meng Hang, he look as if he's drunk with his "yo gansta" pose. Hello Meng Hang, this is rock, not hip-hop! I should say the dynamic duo had a competition and that's Joanna. She seemed as though the duo were trying to snatch her microphone preventing her to go rock and she's screaming to be heard. Yes, we hear you Joanna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd2rugfZcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/tCDkn53Mqh8/s1600-h/P1190081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217269186922767810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd2rugfZcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/tCDkn53Mqh8/s320/P1190081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, the time spent with them is uber interesting! The level of crankiness is beyond my wildest imagination! I bet it's the A Level stress (especially Art coursework). Below is actually a video of our world tour and we were singing and dancing to the canto-pop song! Enjoy! It is better than "You Don't Mess with the Zohan". HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEHOLD, THE LEGENDARY VIDEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(be afraid be very afraid)&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6fc1865c0e194c2b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fc1865c0e194c2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331325057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12C68C49DF74283BAD47ABB50D703A3FAF634BF2.4C10A45A6DB9EF5F37A916C63C37D1321AEEC12B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fc1865c0e194c2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6aN6GFyoUpTKZiQFMN3XejVxUjc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fc1865c0e194c2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331325057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12C68C49DF74283BAD47ABB50D703A3FAF634BF2.4C10A45A6DB9EF5F37A916C63C37D1321AEEC12B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fc1865c0e194c2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6aN6GFyoUpTKZiQFMN3XejVxUjc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I realised its too dark to be seen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Karaoke session, the others disappeared one by one and it was left with me and Breda to shop around Orchard. As you know, Zara has got sale so we dropped by to dig some treasure. Didn't really find much, but I found the windbreaker that I was longing for. It initially cost $125.90, after the discount, it became $99.90 and I manage to find it! But I fathom it was way too expensive for a windbreaker and I had to let go of it. It was highly emotional. Hahaha. Similarly, Breda found herself a dress but had to part with it due to the quality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually i got myself a basic (well not so basic after all) as seen below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217276193001277266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd9DiLxh1I/AAAAAAAAAn8/sFdZfpRSDME/s320/P1190083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Love the gold!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217276425462783778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd9REK6nyI/AAAAAAAAAoE/k2_bfr2w_fQ/s320/P1190084.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK, I'll end the entry here. I need to rush some art! Bye people! Enjoy the video!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-7297923164815535533?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6fc1865c0e194c2b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7297923164815535533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7297923164815535533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7297923164815535533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7297923164815535533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-entry-for-saturday-karaoke.html' title='Long Entry for Saturday Karaoke'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGd2uLpeVII/AAAAAAAAAms/WZJF6SNvtsE/s72-c/P1190068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-8288814873206955126</id><published>2008-06-25T14:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:27:34.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAIN 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, shouldn't be blogging but I must take some time off the Studies of Visual Art (SOVA) to blog about this! 'Cause........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IT'S MY BEST&lt;/span&gt; FRIEND'S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sorry to people like Zhi Xue, Kai Ee, Iris, Clarice, "Mary" (aka Ming Cheng) etc, but it's JEONG JI HOON'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!! JEONG JI HOON! You know who's Jeong Ji Hoon?? Pinch your double eyelid (or single) if you don't 'cause he's RAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly, the one who gives me motivation to work out to get that kinda body - yes, for 5 minutes. Can't nobody say they can make me voluntarily work out except Rain! (with the exception of the dumb NAPFA test, which my National Service enlistment is at its mercy) Anyway, Period.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 25TH BIRTHDAY MY BEST FRIEND, PLEASE STAY IN THE INDUSTRY LONGER 'CAUSE I'LL BE LOOKING FOR YOU FOR A DUET ON MY DEBUT ALBUM! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! I'm on drugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is high fashion, y'all! (below)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGHp5DbFHuI/AAAAAAAAAmE/JzurjAVwAs0/s1600-h/bi_2[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215707009852448482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGHp5DbFHuI/AAAAAAAAAmE/JzurjAVwAs0/s320/bi_2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; God damn, I love this look! I need to appear so innocent! Yes, I've the black thick frames! I need to change my outlook! I'm a good innocent Hon Long trapped under a wtf skin. I'm always misunderstood! No, I ain't living in denial I know what 'cha thinking about me! Hush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGHpseQ1XdI/AAAAAAAAAlc/F4j0Ltv1-DI/s1600-h/Rain-on-Magazine-Cover-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215706793718930898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGHpseQ1XdI/AAAAAAAAAlc/F4j0Ltv1-DI/s320/Rain-on-Magazine-Cover-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't y'all think being a celebrity is uber cool? You can like change your hairstyle as and when you like without being caught by school authorities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to change my hair colour every week. Yes, I know y'all think I'm a bit crazy but hey! I was close to that back then but I wasn't rich enough to do so. I had like, 3 colours in 3 months 2 years ago! From Blue Black to Purple, to Natural Brown. BEAT THAT SHIT! My hair colour eventually turned RED with the mixture of Blue Black and Purple (after much wash) which I pretty much love it. Well, it wasn't literally very visible red, but reddish. Under the sun it was SUPER RED. But I covered it up with some natural brown. Still, the red was uber obvious and I got caught 'cause of the dumb sunlight shining on me during flag raising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm a celebrity, I'd be flooded with designer goods, change my hair colour everyday, pierce my nose, get drunk in after-parties, whack paparazzi, get caught with a photo of me and my middle finger, have paparazzi snap my nude photos (oops, my blog is rated PG). Gosh, am I some bad media karma? I think those will be the negative things which the media always exaggerate of me 'cause I'm more innocent than Britney! HAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGHptp7ALfI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Lv4XNbnNCiw/s1600-h/9qz6frdl0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215706814028459506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGHptp7ALfI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Lv4XNbnNCiw/s320/9qz6frdl0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGHptv3OPPI/AAAAAAAAAls/4ifQdjimHmQ/s1600-h/6a00cdf3a4f624cb8f00d41419db76685e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215706815623216370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGHptv3OPPI/AAAAAAAAAls/4ifQdjimHmQ/s320/6a00cdf3a4f624cb8f00d41419db76685e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, I came upon some websites showing how this Chinese singer is imitating Rain's style. Gosh, check this out! Where did all the individual style go? I nearly laugh till I fainted. He's called "Huang Xiao Ming" (黄晓明), like whoah for a name! HAHA. OK, the funny part is this, not only did he dress up to a 96% resemblance/imitation of Rain, his album's name is "&lt;strong&gt;It's Ming&lt;/strong&gt;" which bares a similarity to Rain's 3rd studio album, "It's Raining". HAHAHA, I cried while laughing when I heard the album's title. Picture this, me calling calling my album, "&lt;strong&gt;It's Long&lt;/strong&gt;" (pronounced as Hon Long's Long) HAAHAHAHAHA! Plus, a song in his album is called "I'm Coming" which was also the title of Rain's first single from his 4th studio album! I JUST CAN'T STOP LAUGHING AT XIAO MING. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S LONG&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHAHAHAHHA! I should stop the mockery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGHpvGaYZHI/AAAAAAAAAl8/uWiOeVTz9Zs/s1600-h/huang-xiaoming-and-rain-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215706838856131698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGHpvGaYZHI/AAAAAAAAAl8/uWiOeVTz9Zs/s320/huang-xiaoming-and-rain-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, I'll end off the entry with a photo of me and the colour pencil-er, Prunella. We snapped this using the Digital Animator, Meng Hang's, phone. See I didn't touch up using photoshop ok! Prunella was like "Why no pimples?". What to do? 'Cause "&lt;strong&gt;IT'S LONG&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215706823945221650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGHpuO3V9hI/AAAAAAAAAl0/-0rlSGclvHU/s320/p2006081927zp0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-8288814873206955126?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/8288814873206955126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=8288814873206955126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8288814873206955126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8288814873206955126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-rain-2008.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAIN 2008!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SGHp5DbFHuI/AAAAAAAAAmE/JzurjAVwAs0/s72-c/bi_2%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3109634833776170751</id><published>2008-06-18T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:02:29.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me &amp; Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was my birthday and also Dad's too! Yes we share the same birthday, 17 June. Poor Dad, he didn't get any presents from me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, we had a birthday dinner on 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June and it was sort of Sis' treat. But I think I want an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; Touch from her instead of a treat! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For those who've yet to get me my present or wish me a Happy Birthday, you better watch out 'cause I'll hunt you down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, who says I'm always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;photoshopped&lt;/span&gt;?! I've stopped using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; since like 2 years or so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! I no longer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; my pimples as much as like when I was in secondary school when hormones were raging and pimples were sprawling at every part of your face. All that's left are scars and occasional pimples like how anyone of you would have! Don't come to me and tell me I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;photoshopped&lt;/span&gt;! Hello, if I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;photoshopped&lt;/span&gt; I would've turned myself into a Rain or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Takeshi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kaneshiro&lt;/span&gt;! Why will I still be Yip Hon Long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, y'all should try this rubbish test on "The Number of 5 Year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Olds&lt;/span&gt; You Can Take in a Fight". I can whack 25! Perhaps y'all can whack more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm like 1 day late but still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'M GONNA BE A REAL GOOD BOY THIS YEAR.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'LL STUDY HARD, I'LL SLEEP AT NIGHT &amp;amp; ,MOST IMPORTANTLY, STOP ARGUING WITH YOU SO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFiEbpFrkRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/z4klVh8i0pI/s1600-h/Photo047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213062179102363922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFiEbpFrkRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/z4klVh8i0pI/s320/Photo047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 42px; BACKGROUND: url(http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/fight5.jpg) no-repeat; WIDTH: 296px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 145px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/fight5"&gt;25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-3109634833776170751?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3109634833776170751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3109634833776170751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3109634833776170751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3109634833776170751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-to-me-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me &amp; Dad'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFiEbpFrkRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/z4klVh8i0pI/s72-c/Photo047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-1133502655169722213</id><published>2008-06-14T10:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:35:03.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been Round the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISCLAIMER: NO iMACS WERE FATALLY HARMED IN THIS PROCESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL IMAGES TELL A STORY OF OUR ADVENTURE AROUND THE WORLD WITHIN A SHORT TIME SPAN OF 9AM TO 3PM. SEE HOW GLOBALIZED THE WORLD IS? IMPROVED INFRASTRUCTURE AND THE SHRINKING WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you some preview of the crazy things that some of them do when they're in the Digital Media Lab when our Art teacher is gone. The 3 girls, namely Breda, Chervonne and Joanna, were up to no good on Wednesday when Meng Hang, yours truly (NS Checkup) and Prunella (sick) wasn't around. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 3 girls caught an iMac, tied it to the table and tortured it with their "I'm a Next Top Model" poses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I guess the poor iMac has been really traumatized. Its a miracle that the PhotoBooth application is still working. Sigh, its so predictable when you've a Chervonne around who will always instigate one into doing spastic actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will be asking, "Are you serious that their poses are hurting the iMacs?".&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the answer (right below). Seriously if I'm an iMac I'd go blind upon having those 3 girls posing like that in front of my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing at this photo 'cause its damn rubbish looking. Look at Chervonne's (centre) face. She look so slappable, like those bitchy girls. HAHA. The juxtaposition of all these 'mini them' is rather funny and the photo as a whole looks like those Channel 8 Blockbuster Serials. HAHAHA.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFMrUqFzBfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Rae6vSTxojc/s1600-h/000af6cr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211556827693778418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFMrUqFzBfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Rae6vSTxojc/s320/000af6cr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was what that happened on Wednesday. So, it was Thursday that the 3 girls unveiled the fact - how they tortured the iMac, killing it softly. Having seen the process of the torture, innocent passers-by like Me, Meng Hang, Norashikinn and Prunella too want to pose like them. I apologize to the poor iMac which we had tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, within the session from 9am-3pm we actually went around the world. First, we went to Paris, some waterfall in don't know where, a beach with sunset, some roller coaster in some carnival (perhaps that in Prunella's artwork). Some even made a trip down to the studio of America's Next Top Model to pose with the contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, we went to Paris. Saw a few happy Art students in Paris? Prunella went there with her hole-y umbrella as seen in the photo. Prunella, you can't shelter much with that big hole there. Anyway, I touched the Eiffel Tower! What a close encounter! By the way, I guess Meng Hang was pointing at the Pyramid in Egypt at the other end instead. Oh my god, Breda's got a hollow butt! OMG, Breda, your butt consist of a woman's head!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFMrUxAB75I/AAAAAAAAAkM/fqnG_QvcbKk/s1600-h/000axb17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211556829548638098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFMrUxAB75I/AAAAAAAAAkM/fqnG_QvcbKk/s320/000axb17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw what I meant when I said we've been round the world? The 3 girls (mentioned previously) joined America's Next Top Model within that short period of 9am-3pm. Yes, they brought a chair along to the studio, which I ain't sure why Tyra Banks didn't say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna, you're sitting on your fellow competitor! You'll kill her. Chervonne is standing in the middle, blocking out her mentor, Tyra Banks. How very nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, did I mention, that particular episode had a 3 elimination at one go? All 3 of them got eliminated and came back to the Digital Media Lab at 3pm. Anyway, good job girls. We all know you girls ain't top models! Its amazing that you all can even get into the studio! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFMrVO1CQlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lPr3qb_Ecd0/s1600-h/000b22x8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211556837555585618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFMrVO1CQlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lPr3qb_Ecd0/s320/000b22x8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya, so the 3 of them got eliminated and they were so pissed with Tyra Banks that they decided to haunt her (Below). They held a grudge back at the studio. Good job, hope you all scared Tyra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFMrVRxUyGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/IsqQ3Wb5X2o/s1600-h/000b522k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211556838345328738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFMrVRxUyGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/IsqQ3Wb5X2o/s320/000b522k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OOPS, EH I'M BATHING RIGHT! STOP STARING AT THAT PHOTO! (BELOW)&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SHAMPOOING AT THE WATERFALLS WHEN THE OTHERS MOVED ON TO OTHER PARTS OF THE GLOBE. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211573205443032418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFM6N99gNWI/AAAAAAAAAlM/h6AlxGswhXQ/s320/000ahkbd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After shampooing, I swimmed across the ocean to meet up with the remaining Art mates. (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211568445398288738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFM145aZiWI/AAAAAAAAAks/aFEz9eWItqQ/s320/000ag4x4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;They went to a beach and they lost Meng Hang on the way. Maybe he went Eygpt 'cause he previously pointed there when we were in Paris. They were enjoying the sunrise by the beach and I emerged for the waters (note the figure behind Chervonne and Norashikinn - that's me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211568482954321458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFM17FUdHjI/AAAAAAAAAk8/vih5qv90MXA/s320/000as2fk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I joined them in enjoying the scenery after my wonderful shampooing at the waterfalls. Breda, Prunella and I were busy looking for the lost Meng Hang while the heartless Norashikinn, Chervonne and Joanna just simply don't give a damn. I bet Chervonne must've eaten him up when she was hungry! Look at her face, she seems like she was licking her lips!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211568501089848450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFM18I4TTII/AAAAAAAAAlE/VGKeacrZ4c4/s320/000arrah.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We won't let a missing Meng Hang dampen our mood. So, we decided to go to a carnival for a roller coaster ride. Initially we started off with 6. But the ride was too intensed, it swung Norashikinn out. So, now its left with Me, Joanna, Prunella, Chervonne and Breda on the roller coaster ride which was so wicked. It swung us around like mad (as seen in the photo below)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211568468268397410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFM16OnDs2I/AAAAAAAAAk0/LjbsL8PTWkk/s320/000b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of going around the world, we lost Meng Hang and Norashikinn. But when we went back to the Digital Media Lab they were back there all bruised. Poor guys. We didn't know the things that we do are so intensed that we lost the 2 of you! Let's go around the world again if we have a chance to be alone in the Digital Media Lab again my friends. We won't lose you no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;FOR THOSE WHO CAN'T SENSE IT: THIS ENTRY IS HIGHLY FICTIONAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-1133502655169722213?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/1133502655169722213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=1133502655169722213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1133502655169722213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1133502655169722213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/06/weve-been-round-world.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Round the World'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SFMrUqFzBfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Rae6vSTxojc/s72-c/000af6cr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7932177788191229163</id><published>2008-06-02T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:45:07.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of YSL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just heard on the news that the creator of one of my favourite designer brands is dead on 1 June 2008. Yves Saint Laurent (the designer) lost the battle against his illness. Sigh, will there be a discount to mourn for his death? Gosh, I should be sad. I'll patronize Yves Saint Laurent (YSL) if I have the dough, currently I ain't that financially inclined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YVES SAINT LAURENT IS ALWAYS ONE OF THE BEST DESIGNERS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-7932177788191229163?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7932177788191229163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7932177788191229163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7932177788191229163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7932177788191229163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/06/death-of-ysl.html' title='Death of YSL'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-5064068321780578723</id><published>2008-06-01T11:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:29:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malay Kite 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had the Inter-Institution Malay Kite (Wau) Making Competition hosted by Catholic Junior College on Saturday. For the past few days we've been staying till late just to do mock-ups. Spent loads of time and effort for the competition and sadly, we didn't win a single thing. Not even the 3rd placing like last year. We were super disappointed 'cause we don't think our kite is any less inferior to those of the winners. As mentioned last year, the malay kite (wau) has got characteristics like being symmetrical. Sadly, some of the winners didn't really follow it. That is what that disappoints us. Initially we thought it was our structure that got us a 3rd placing last year. So this year, we actually improved our structure and to our horror, it didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can we do now that we didn't win. So, guess its up to Syahrul (aka 'Koropok') to win next year's competition. Well, winning is just a recognition and we sure don't need that as we know we're good. *Sings*"I'm good, I'm good, I know it!". Undoubtedly, the joy of painting the entire stupid thing in 2 hours 10 mins, making the structure in 30 mins and leaving 5 mins to touch up, still lingers around. Good job to my team mates like Azfaris, Prunella, Su and Syrahrul! I know y'all love the brownies at Mdm Noraidah's house! Oh not to forget the Chocolate Tarts which Su didn't get to eat! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I'm so gonna miss screaming as Su updates us about the remaining time left. Wait a minute, I think I would be screaming while writing essays during the coming A-Levels. OMG.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SEIbH0MagmI/AAAAAAAAAjc/9cG3FX-3ClU/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206753940277461602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SEIbH0MagmI/AAAAAAAAAjc/9cG3FX-3ClU/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A photo with Su (above). She look like a psycho in this photo with that sinister smile. Gosh, I sure miss laughing at the fact that she eats more than she work at Mdm Noraidah's place. And her stupid comments like saying Mdm Noraidah is the Queen being lifted down the stairs and behead all of us for not completing our mock-ups on time. And to think I actually play along with her. Gosh, wonderful moments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SEIbIf73GfI/AAAAAAAAAjk/F2Q0UdScpts/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206753952019192306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SEIbIf73GfI/AAAAAAAAAjk/F2Q0UdScpts/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, this is our Malay kite (wau) which I am uber proud of. (Above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SEIbIjlOTdI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6eqFYxtQYVo/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206753952997985746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SEIbIjlOTdI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6eqFYxtQYVo/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the kite of Anderson Junior College (2nd placing). I must say they have good bright colours but where's the symmetrical characteristics? I'm not being sourgrapes but I can't believe they won us for the 2 years! Didn't manage to snap others' kites 'cause my stupid digicam died on me. Will update once I get the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SEIbI7dLIBI/AAAAAAAAAj0/lY_8z6j3rb4/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206753959406673938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SEIbI7dLIBI/AAAAAAAAAj0/lY_8z6j3rb4/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing with our kite. Azfaris ran off to Singapore General Hospital right after the competition so the remaining of us will have to snap this without him. Fret not, he wasn't admitted to hospital. He just went there to see his doctor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SEIbJKbqO0I/AAAAAAAAAj8/2PuAkQ9TXfc/s1600-h/RIMG0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206753963426855746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SEIbJKbqO0I/AAAAAAAAAj8/2PuAkQ9TXfc/s320/RIMG0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our Malay kite last year if some of you forgot how it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SEIUVwO1O0I/AAAAAAAAAjU/2v7a6MMvCFo/s1600-h/Photo+2i(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206746483150633794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SEIUVwO1O0I/AAAAAAAAAjU/2v7a6MMvCFo/s320/Photo+2i(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahahahahahaha, I found this photo and I must blog about it! OMG. It consists of the distorted Prunella, yours truly and Joanna. We were acting cute with the distorted face. Prunella looks uber elongated but still relatively sane within the photo. As for me, I look squarish with a large nose which bears an uncanny resemblance to someone whom we title as "SexyNose" (I bet all Art students know who that person is). I do look like some mole man in the cartoon that I am watching right now which I don't know what's the title. As for Joanna, she look like some dumb cheeky mini-me of the Austin Powers. HAHAHAHA. Assess the use of Realism in this photo! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE WERE CAUGHT RIGHT AFTER SNAPPING THIS PHOTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JOANNA GOT THE SCOLDING INSTEAD OF ME AND PRUNELLA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-5064068321780578723?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/5064068321780578723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=5064068321780578723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5064068321780578723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5064068321780578723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/06/malay-kite-2008.html' title='Malay Kite 2008'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SEIbH0MagmI/AAAAAAAAAjc/9cG3FX-3ClU/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2154960107749430298</id><published>2008-05-18T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:37:33.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNCANNY RESEMBLANCES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, I realized some of you are relatively amused by my captions of the photo. So, I did some wonders with photoshop to show y'all the uncanny resemblance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With reference to previous entry, "We tried the comic effect and we look uber weird. Breda and Prunella (Breda especially) looks like Ju-on, I look like a child vampire that lives in the depths of the dark and smiling devilishly with my fucking red lips, Hazura and Chervonne look like goblins featured in Lord of the Rings movie, Joanna look like "I-don't-know-what-she-look-like" and Azfaris is the only normal looking thing in that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally find the character whom you can see the uncanny resemblance to &lt;strong&gt;Joanna&lt;/strong&gt;. It's &lt;strong&gt;Popeye&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY THE PHOTOS PEOPLE.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SDAgmpuiaGI/AAAAAAAAAig/GPLz0FUqUoI/s1600-h/Photo+4[1]+copy+joan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201693418021087330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SDAgmpuiaGI/AAAAAAAAAig/GPLz0FUqUoI/s320/Photo%252B4%5B1%5D+copy+joan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SDAgnJuiaHI/AAAAAAAAAio/Oltx7a0NhF4/s1600-h/Photo+4[1]+copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201693426611021938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SDAgnJuiaHI/AAAAAAAAAio/Oltx7a0NhF4/s320/Photo%252B4%5B1%5D+copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SDAgnZuiaII/AAAAAAAAAiw/pbG063EtNUk/s1600-h/Photo+4[1]+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201693430905989250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SDAgnZuiaII/AAAAAAAAAiw/pbG063EtNUk/s320/Photo%252B4%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-2154960107749430298?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2154960107749430298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2154960107749430298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2154960107749430298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2154960107749430298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/05/uncanny-resemblances.html' title='UNCANNY RESEMBLANCES'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SDAgmpuiaGI/AAAAAAAAAig/GPLz0FUqUoI/s72-c/Photo%252B4%5B1%5D+copy+joan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-6985703918410943750</id><published>2008-05-18T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:08:04.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was surfing around the photo album of my Mum's friend (her friend's husband to be exact, who is always the photographer cum travel mate whenever we go overseas) online photo album. Scanned through the photo album for the Taiwan trip and I found this photo (below) which I thought was rather nice. Mum ain't in that photo 'cause I think she was busy gossiping with her friends. Dad look relatively young in that photo while grandma looks cute (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201403408944359394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC8Y15uiZ-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/P9czkWvVSYE/s320/IMG_1048i.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I was playing around Facebook I found this photo of the 2005 Outward Bound Singapore course which I took. Due to the small number of people, my previous class (those who went for Outward Bound Singapore) had to merge with another class. Great memories surfaced once again upon seeing this photo. I didn't order the photo, so I was rather happy to see it being scanned in by a fellow member of that course. Try spotting me. And no, I don't look like Reuben Soh in that photo, so please don't say that Reuben Soh is me in that photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue: I'm rather cramped up in that photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC8Y2JuiZ_I/AAAAAAAAAho/n7WcyJIIkco/s1600-h/n528410941_449376_8488.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201403413239326706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC8Y2JuiZ_I/AAAAAAAAAho/n7WcyJIIkco/s320/n528410941_449376_8488.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SO DEAD. I LEFT MY iPOD IN SCHOOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-6985703918410943750?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/6985703918410943750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=6985703918410943750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6985703918410943750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6985703918410943750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/05/reminiscent.html' title='Reminiscent'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC8Y15uiZ-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/P9czkWvVSYE/s72-c/IMG_1048i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7874622849603043059</id><published>2008-05-18T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:06:37.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy, Cranky Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a wonderful time one week ago in the Digital Media Lab. Our art teachers were out and the art students were creating a havoc in the room. We were so amused with the iMac's PhotoBooth application. So, the narcissistic art students were busy snapping photos. Captivated by the numerous effects found in application, we began playing around. Now, be prepared to see the many unglamourous photos below. Here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: REPUTATIONS MAY BE TAINTED UPON READING THIS BLOG ENTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First photo, we can see our (clockwise direction) Prunella, Joanna, Breda and the "oh-so-pretty" Chervonne (well, this "oh-so-pretty" is only applicable for Chervonne in this photo!)&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that Chervonne, don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like her? (Hell no for me) She looks classically "pretty" here. Uber sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC-uxpuiaDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/UzJ9rBefZI0/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201568262674081842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC-uxpuiaDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/UzJ9rBefZI0/s320/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second photo consist of Prunella, Breda, Chervonne and Hazura at the left hand corner. Gosh, Chervonne has got some old-skool spectacles. Damn, Chervonne you should have this spectacles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC-uyJuiaEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VqM_1w96icU/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201568271264016450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC-uyJuiaEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VqM_1w96icU/s320/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Third photo consist of Azfaris, Prunella, my mouth, Chervonne and her food. We were playing with the reflection effect on the iMac and whoola, this photo is born! I love my randomly placed mouth 'cause it adds a wtf effect to the photo. Note Joanna's face upon seeing my mouth! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC-uyJuiaFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4K-sLV6nbWQ/s1600-h/Photo%2B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201568271264016466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC-uyJuiaFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4K-sLV6nbWQ/s320/Photo%252B8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fourth photo consist of Azfaris, Joanna, Er Chao (innocently doing coursework), Meng Hang, Breda, Norashikinn, me, Hafiszah, Chervonne, Hazura, and Prunella (All in clockwise direction). Almost everyone is in the photo. I always enjoy group photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC-t7ZuiaAI/AAAAAAAAAhw/uEuXQL6rDDc/s1600-h/Photo+2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201567330666178562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC-t7ZuiaAI/AAAAAAAAAhw/uEuXQL6rDDc/s320/Photo%252B2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fifth photo consist of Azfaris, Prunella, Joanna, me, Hafiszah and Chervonne.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, this photo is our attempts to look scary. Damn, we should print this out and paste it in the Digital Media Lab. Hahaha! We do look slightly spastic. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC-t75uiaBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/uSqZIFSiaw8/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201567339256113170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC-t75uiaBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/uSqZIFSiaw8/s320/Photo%252B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sixth photo consist of Me, Hazura and Chervonne.&lt;br /&gt;We were trying out the Eiffel Tower effect which calls us to step out of the frame. So, the enthusiastic few attempted to look super high and pretend to look like satisfied tourists (Duane Hanson's "Tourist II" -inspired photo). But our attempts failed terribly. Damn, I can't picture going Paris with Chervonne 'cause we'd look like spastic tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC-t75uiaCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/VLUZwhr_aOA/s1600-h/Photo+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201567339256113186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC-t75uiaCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/VLUZwhr_aOA/s320/Photo%252B14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seventh photo consist of Hazura, Breda, Joanna, Chervonne, Joanna, Azfaris and yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favourite effect and I like this photo. Look at the 3 women behind (namely Prunella, Chervonne and Joanna). Hahaha, just stare at Prunella and Chervonne's nostrail. Gosh, you 2 look uber sexy with those huge gorilla nostrails. Hot. Look at Joanna's classic 'twist' pose. Hahaha, if you were to notice there's a resemblance in pose to the last photo! Joanna's signature pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC8YApuiZ7I/AAAAAAAAAhI/VxPtNHcDNDE/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201402494116325298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC8YApuiZ7I/AAAAAAAAAhI/VxPtNHcDNDE/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eighth photo consist of the same people in the seventh photo.&lt;br /&gt;Its soom zoom in effect and damn, I look uber spastic.  Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC8YA5uiZ8I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Dc8Cq9qyBNE/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201402498411292610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC8YA5uiZ8I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Dc8Cq9qyBNE/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ninth photo consist of the same people in the seventh and eighth photo. (Fuck it, I'm so tired of repeating who the hell is in the photos! Can you viewers identify who's who by now?! Tell me how effective this is, man! Grrh.) We tried the comic effect and we look uber weird. Breda and Prunella (Breda especially) looks like Ju-on, I look like a child vampire that lives in the depths of the dark and smiling devilishly with my fucking red lips, Hazura and Chervonne look like goblins featured in Lord of the Rings movie, Joanna look like "I-don't-know-what-she-look-like" and Azfaris is the only normal looking thing in that photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC8YBZuiZ9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/msJy8aG3lX4/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201402507001227218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC8YBZuiZ9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/msJy8aG3lX4/s320/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIMyF-8SjTg/SCVMGV-l7oI/AAAAAAAAAt8/lr16zpgpOto/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo consist of everyone from the Art class with the temporary teacher, Mr Lee (excluding our own Art teacher). We were celebrating Ken's birthday (the guy in black). Well, I should say this is the most sane picture that I've taken with the Art students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIMyF-8SjTg/SCVMGF-l7nI/AAAAAAAAAt0/VoCsIvBy9TI/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201402481231423394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC8X_5uiZ6I/AAAAAAAAAhA/Lej9IXGXAos/s320/DSC01590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIMyF-8SjTg/SCVMal-l7rI/AAAAAAAAAuU/AelDzQdfAP0/s1600-h/Photo+2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIMyF-8SjTg/SCVMal-l7sI/AAAAAAAAAuc/gGFbjiW-pag/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIMyF-8SjTg/SCVNHl-l7yI/AAAAAAAAAvM/m3S-I6Mcujs/s1600-h/Photo+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-7874622849603043059?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7874622849603043059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7874622849603043059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7874622849603043059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7874622849603043059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Crazy, Cranky Pictures'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SC-uxpuiaDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/UzJ9rBefZI0/s72-c/j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2757834183440881910</id><published>2008-05-03T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:05:47.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My apologies dearest readers for not updating my blog. There's a lot of things that's happening recently. Now, I start with the shit stuff which makes my life 'interesting'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Firstly, the National A Divisions Volleyball match - its finally over. We lost. Don't wish to talk much about the match 'cause I wasn't really pleased with the everything of the matches. It wasn't enjoyable. It wasn't about the losing that I'm pissed with. It's not about the losing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I lost my sole source of motivation (the one with the greatest impact). The one and only source which kept me going on for these 3 years (close to that). Still trying to get over it. I don't need no motivation source to move on. But still I lost my motivation for school. Things will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I've been ill for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;consecutively 2 fridays. Due to the illness and the volleyball Nationals, I've missed quite a lot of lectures for Economics, Geography and Art. How am I suppose to keep up especially when I'm not passing my subjects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourly, I've loads of overdue assignments and teachers and calling them in for file check. This is especially so for General Paper and also Economics. How am I gonna finish everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the above four "special" things happening in my life, how happy can I be? It seems like I've lost my soul. Perhaps I was just caught in a moment I couldn't get out of. Life was such a chore. Seriously was thinking about killing myself. But, why die because of this? Won't it be uninteresting if I were to die like that. Who knows, I may be fated to live a 100 years and I can torment those who can't stand the sight of me. For those who dislike me and are reading my blog, I'll make sure I'd live a 1000 years to irritate you and your future 10 generations (assuming that you and your generations live a 100 years). Gosh, won't that make me a vampire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, not going in the topic about my suicidal thoughts 'cause that will result in worried readers asking me to seek psychiatrist treatment. Now, lets talk about the nicer things. Less tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've bought a number of albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I bought Mariah Carey's latest album, "&lt;strong&gt;E=MC²&lt;/strong&gt;", which cost me a $20.90 for the limited edition one. It comes with a Mariah Carey iPod skin, a fold out poster (Which I think it's dumb 'cause it comes with the lyrics book. So, its either you have the lyrics and the poster or you have the poster to paste on your wall which you totally have to do without the lyrics. What a choice, man!). Personally think the album is rather good but not as strong as "&lt;strong&gt;The Emancipation of Mimi&lt;/strong&gt;". I like tracks like "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye Bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm That Chick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Stay In Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I bought P!nk's 4th album, "&lt;strong&gt;I'm Not Dead&lt;/strong&gt;", once again 'cause the dualdisc album which I bought 2 years ago is spoilt! I couldn't play the disc at all. And being her best fan who thinks the album is such a strong one, not listening to it would kill me. Hence I had to buy it so I can rip it to my iTunes. The previous dualdisc one cost me $22.90! Now, this normal one cost me $16.90 'cause (I think) it was printed by her record company's Singapore distributor. With hits like "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who Knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U + Ur Hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Mr. President&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", how can I not buy a new one to replace my spoilt one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly (which was today), I bought Kylie Minogue's latest album, "&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;". It comes with a small sample of her fragrance, "&lt;em&gt;Darling&lt;/em&gt;". Think I'll pass the same to Mum or Sis to use it. The album is not really the latest one 'cause it was released in November 2007. Upon hearing "&lt;strong&gt;Wow&lt;/strong&gt;" on a commercial on Channel U, it instigated me to buy the album. Most of the songs are not as wonderful as "&lt;strong&gt;Wow&lt;/strong&gt;". I do think "&lt;strong&gt;In My Arms&lt;/strong&gt;" is relatively good but I think the Taiwan release which features Jolin Tsai is nicer. This album is not as good as her "&lt;strong&gt;Fever&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo below shows the albums I bought within these few months of not blogging and the free goodies I got from buying them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SBx1qryoz4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/YkoGKurg4OI/s1600-h/P1180814.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196157446248779650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SBx1qryoz4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/YkoGKurg4OI/s320/P1180814.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Another happy event to tell you all about. Last Saturday I went for my school's annual Arts Fusion performance (I think it's an annual event). It was the Dance event which I attended. Was a treat from my Art teacher for our efforts in helping her move the past years' artworks all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Chervonne called me to ask me what she should wear to attend the event. And I told her to carry her Louis Vuitton bag. It was really crowded there and it seems like some fashion show 'cause everyone was wearing like its New York Fashion Week. I wore rather casually. Ha, nothing much from someone who's stylish 'cause I don't need to don myself in the most expensive stuff to look good. Love my Prada-looking Pedro. Hahaha. As what I told Chervonne, I look too good to sweat. Hahahaha. But some guys seriously wore to impress as though it was Prom night. Wait till the real Prom night, friend. I'm so gonna win the Prom King/Best Dress award! Ha, the girls wore like they're going for Fashion War. It seems as though the Fashion Police and hiding among the crowd and all of us have to wear so nice in order not to be caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfaris, Hafiszah and Norashiknn performed and we cheered them on. We were sitted in the first row 'cause we were late and it was a free seating performance. Haha, when Hafiszah and Azfaris performed, we cheered like fuck. That Joanna shouted "Azfaris Selemat" with her low voice. It was damn funny! As usual, nothing much from Joanna. Btw, wanted to support Joanna for her Band performance today but I ain't feeling well. So, sorry Joanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overall performance was good though I don't really know how to appreciate dance. Sadly, I'm more of the visual arts person and not performance art person. After the performance we took group photos. This is so predicted especially when you have a Chervonne around. We took group photos like nobody's business. We blocked out almost any groups that wanted to snap photos. Hahaha. Below you can see the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SBx1rbyoz6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/fBKOmOSGAvI/s1600-h/P1180809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196157459133681570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SBx1rbyoz6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/fBKOmOSGAvI/s320/P1180809.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What more can you expect from Art students? Art students are usually deemed as cranky people. The photo below shows the extent to which the previous statement is true. We were suppose to be jumping up and all our attempts failed terribly. This is the funniest shot. Take a look at Meng Hang and Breda at the extreme right. One looks like a Gorilla while the other look like she just got swiped by a Tsunami and she's enjoying the 'blown-away' feel. Chervonne, 4th from the left, seems as though she's drunk. Azfaris, beside me, seems as though he's dragging the drunk Chervonne and the 'I-don't-know-why-I-look-like-this' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsk tsk, spastic photo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SBx1rbyoz7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/Mu6861fXQN4/s1600-h/P1180811.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196157459133681586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SBx1rbyoz7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/Mu6861fXQN4/s320/P1180811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196157454838714258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SBx1rLyoz5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/_hJ06Ig3-mg/s320/Picture%252B070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Look, we even pose with our Art teacher. C'mon everyone let's do the eyebrow!&lt;br /&gt;Sing this with me:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You put your left eyebrow up, you put your right eyebrow down and you shake them all about. You do the Hookey Pokey and you turn yourself around, that's what its all about!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, I'll get scolded if she sees this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196157910105247698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SBx2Fryoz9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/JmALT4qUXdE/s320/Picture%252B076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;See how spastic we can get (below)? Tsk tsk, Art people are a crazy bunch. Stupid Chervonne and her cranky ideas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SBx1rryoz8I/AAAAAAAAAgw/_cuFdq81l6Y/s1600-h/P1180812.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196157463428648898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SBx1rryoz8I/AAAAAAAAAgw/_cuFdq81l6Y/s320/P1180812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OK, I guess that's all for today's entry. Hope I'll be able to blog more! I've to rush some assignments now. Don't miss me. I'm still mourning over my lost source of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIMyF-8SjTg/SBNQVkvR90I/AAAAAAAAAsA/oDNiWfzEENo/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-2757834183440881910?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2757834183440881910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2757834183440881910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2757834183440881910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2757834183440881910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SBx1qryoz4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/YkoGKurg4OI/s72-c/P1180814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-1334974629901076825</id><published>2008-04-14T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:41:41.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bought Items</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have not been updating my blog for quite some time. Have been busy with school work and volleyball. All these ain't going to well for me. Rather screwed up for my studies and also ain't performing up to expectations for volleyball. Was seen as an amateur by some team mates. Won't elaborate much 'cause I don't wish to spoil my own mood. Until the day I want to talk about it, I won't bring this up. I'm gonna have the National A Division Volleyball match this Thursday. The coach thinks that we're too lousy to be enrolled in for the competition. We would be trashed. How very encouraging. I don't care. I just want to have the experience and I don't give a damn whether or not I'll lose. Just try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Saturday I went down to Charles and Keith's warehouse sale to purchase Pedro stuff. Went down with Azfaris. It was like super crowded and Azfaris keep pointing out shoes to me calling me to ask if they were made up of pig lining. Haha. Azfaris got himself a sneaker while I got myself a pair of sandals. I personally find it very Prada-ish. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SANNO1t4XUI/AAAAAAAAAgI/CjhzTuhFN6c/s1600-h/P1180640.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189076112993967426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SANNO1t4XUI/AAAAAAAAAgI/CjhzTuhFN6c/s320/P1180640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will update soon. Very tired with life. Having a terrible headache at this moment in time. Gosh, I fear that this blog will turn into a "Hon Long's purchases" blog. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-1334974629901076825?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/1334974629901076825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=1334974629901076825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1334974629901076825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1334974629901076825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/04/bought-items.html' title='Bought Items'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/SANNO1t4XUI/AAAAAAAAAgI/CjhzTuhFN6c/s72-c/P1180640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-4883396853692499408</id><published>2008-03-20T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:20:35.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 March 2008 Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, I just updated like 5 hours ago? Met my family members for dinner just now. OK this is a short entry 'cause I wrote one previously (as seen below). Bought myself a white linen shorts from Giordano for casual leisure wear. Don't feel like wearing jeans when its uber hot. Cost me a $29.40 after 40% discount. Sigh, I need to stop spending on items to pamper myself. Had lunch at PastaMania with my classmates and I spent like $16.10 on it. Yes, just a lunch. After that I went for my appointment with the Dermatologist and it cost a $25.90. At this rate of spending my "dough" (a metaphor for money) I'll soon be broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently down with a terrible cold. Whenever I'm having any exams I'll sure be down with cold. How very lucky! (Sings Britney Spears' "Lucky" - Ai Ai Ar Ar Eye Ya) I'm currently typing this entry and there's a mountain high of tissue paper filled with mucus right in front of me. Ha, sexy.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R-J7yvwK0sI/AAAAAAAAAf4/DXMp62siSJs/s1600-h/P1180294.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179838633171669698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R-J7yvwK0sI/AAAAAAAAAf4/DXMp62siSJs/s320/P1180294.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, the Samsung Giorgio Armani phone is out and it cost $1388 without contract. How can I live when I keep wanting to get these designer phones (as shown below). As most of you know, I'm a sucker for mobile phones. Now, designers are collaborating with mobile phones manufacturers. HOW CAN I RESIST THE TEMPTATION? Sigh, I need money. I need infinite amount of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R-J7zPwK0tI/AAAAAAAAAgA/zCqj2Qs5utg/s1600-h/Phones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179838641761604306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R-J7zPwK0tI/AAAAAAAAAgA/zCqj2Qs5utg/s320/Phones.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Should start being frugal. At this rate, I won't be able to save up enough for me to go overseas, let alone study at overseas Universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-4883396853692499408?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/4883396853692499408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=4883396853692499408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/4883396853692499408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/4883396853692499408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/03/20-march-2008-updates_20.html' title='20 March 2008 Updates'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R-J7yvwK0sI/AAAAAAAAAf4/DXMp62siSJs/s72-c/P1180294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-6952594392967146761</id><published>2008-03-20T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:21:53.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 March 2008 Updates (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hasn't been updating much. It's the Block Test week! Finished my General Paper, Economics and Maths paper. Economics was a major flop. Lost more half the marks for both Paper 1 and 2 I guess. I just don't understand why am I doing Economics when I can't seem to score for it. Gosh. Should've just dropped it from the start and do another subject. Perhaps like English Literature, Chinese Literature, China Studies in English, H2 Mathematics or even Chemistry (yes you heard that right, Chemistry.) My hatred for Economics was so strong at one moment in time that I wanted to drop it and switch Economics with Chemistry. I hated Chemistry since the secondary school days but at junior college level, I hate Economics even more! Sadly I didn't change it and look at me today! I'm still getting U-grades for Economics. Damn, I should buck up 'cause the A Levels are just round the corner. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm going to be the triple A student from the Arts stream when I get my results next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The grades that I'm aiming for would be an &lt;strong&gt;A for H2 Art&lt;/strong&gt; (not literally A for Art as in the spelling, duh!) , &lt;strong&gt;A for H2 Geography&lt;/strong&gt; and perhaps a &lt;strong&gt;B for H2 Economics&lt;/strong&gt;. As for my &lt;strong&gt;H1 Mathematics&lt;/strong&gt;, I aim for an &lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;and a&lt;strong&gt; B for General Paper&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm in need for a scholarship serious. I need to go overseas to study Fine Arts. The only University which provide Art studies would be Art, Design and Media in Nanyang Technological University. But I'm not a fan of Media Art. I can't do digital art for goodness sake. I need to go overseas to study! Dad was looking through the news paper and he came across an advertisement by Sotheby's Institute of Art. They're providing a scholarship. However that is for Masters of Arts. Like hello, I barely have a degree. I'm so tempted to do well in my studies. I need that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back then I bought an pants with the suspenders from Esprit. However I think the stupid suspenders are a bit too small for me. Shit, Did I get the wrong size or did someone swap it. Fuck. Its a bit small! It was alright when I tried it on, was it 'cause I took the faulty pair!? Shit. Don't wish to talk much about it. Sigh! Below are the photos of the pants. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R-I9hPwK0pI/AAAAAAAAAfg/WZKAmCaLkP8/s1600-h/P1180293.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179770162803036818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R-I9hPwK0pI/AAAAAAAAAfg/WZKAmCaLkP8/s320/P1180293.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"HELLO MICKEY". It's not like my name is Mickey. I'm refering to my t-shirt which I wore with my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R-I9hfwK0qI/AAAAAAAAAfo/9vvHx7gJBrI/s1600-h/P1180243i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179770167098004130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R-I9hfwK0qI/AAAAAAAAAfo/9vvHx7gJBrI/s320/P1180243i.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the back of the suspenders. But, I need to figure out a way to tuck my shirt. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R-I9hvwK0rI/AAAAAAAAAfw/jI6iSqq3b6I/s1600-h/P1180260i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179770171392971442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R-I9hvwK0rI/AAAAAAAAAfw/jI6iSqq3b6I/s320/P1180260i.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More updates coming soon. Need to meet my mum for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-6952594392967146761?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/6952594392967146761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=6952594392967146761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6952594392967146761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6952594392967146761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/03/20-march-2008-updates.html' title='20 March 2008 Updates (I)'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R-I9hPwK0pI/AAAAAAAAAfg/WZKAmCaLkP8/s72-c/P1180293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-8580468790470089081</id><published>2008-03-08T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:28:38.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Spectacles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently got myself a new pair of spectacles. My old pair snapped into 2. Went down with mum and I initially wanted to get a branded pair of spectacles with fanciful design. However after considering the fact that I'll be going army soon, I decided to stick to a pair of black, plastic and thick framed one. After narrowing down the scope of designs, I was contemplating over Donna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Karan&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DKNY&lt;/span&gt;) or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;agnès&lt;/span&gt; b.. So, eventually I got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DKNY&lt;/span&gt; one cause I ain't really a fan of the lizard logo of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;agnès&lt;/span&gt; b. and no typical "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-brand-savvy" will know what on earth that lizard meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that as your brand logo gets bigger and bigger, the more expensive your spectacles would be. This applies to the branded spectacles I mean. I actually wanted a Burberry but the store doesn't carry the brand and even if they do, the one that caught my eye when I skimmed through their website would cost me 5 A Level Geography textbooks. This DKNY pair cost me a $245 (inclusive of the lens) after my mum tried her utmost best to get the best bargain out of the salesgirl. The new spectacles is making me rather dizzy. Guess I ain't used to it. Overall, the outlook of this pair of spectacles is simple and normal. Not over the top 'cause its fully black for god sake! I'm just paying for the brand. However, if I compare this to a normal pair of gloss finished plastic frames, this spectacles exudes a edgey and stylish feel.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R9K2BDrEeGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/GCTL52rknjU/s1600-h/P1170795.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175399051084200034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R9K2BDrEeGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/GCTL52rknjU/s320/P1170795.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The brand of my spectacles is at the sides. "Donna Karan" is written on the sides (as shown below). The salesgirl was like saying, all I need to do is to use black tape to tape the logo up when I need to use it for army. Black and plastic frames are essential for army and it must be fully black. So guess I'd have to do so when I go army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R9K2BjrEeHI/AAAAAAAAAfI/X4f33gx1ftc/s1600-h/P1170797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175399059674134642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R9K2BjrEeHI/AAAAAAAAAfI/X4f33gx1ftc/s320/P1170797.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotten comments from friends saying that I look nerdy in this pair of spectacles. While others claim its nice on me. So, its for you all to think. Do tag what you all feel. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R9K2CjrEeJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/-7sRkvf0cJg/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175399076854003858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R9K2CjrEeJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/-7sRkvf0cJg/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had my usual Saturday Art lesson and to my horror, the current batch of J1 students are actually going Germany in June. What the hell, I've been a J1 Art student for 2 fucking years and bloody hell I ain't got no chance to fly out of Singapore! My Art teacher say she's planning to bring next year's J1 batch to London. That doesn't impress me much 'cause my relatives are staying in UK, hence I can travel to London anytime I want after army or straight after my A Levels. Its Germany that I'm interested in - somewhere I've no relatives at so its a must-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW, ALL J2 ART STUDENTS THAT ARE READING MY BLOG, PLEASE SAVE UP. WE'RE GOING PARIS STRAIGHT AFTER OUR LAST PAPER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-8580468790470089081?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/8580468790470089081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=8580468790470089081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8580468790470089081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8580468790470089081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-spectacles.html' title='New Spectacles'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R9K2BDrEeGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/GCTL52rknjU/s72-c/P1170795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-5570700554454796770</id><published>2008-02-24T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:51:02.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got myself a long sleeve shirt from Juicy Couture for Men yesterday! Juicy Couture recently branched out its brand for Men in 2002! Mum and sis says its uber Ah-Beng. Anyway I don't care. Celebrated Grandma's birthday yesterday and we had international buffet at Sakura. Gave Grandma a $50 from my own personal savings since she said she wanted to get herself a mobile phone. Now, I'm seriously broke. I love Grandma to bits and piece, so I won't mind starving for a few more days. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R8F0MHEjE-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/67sYx0aZFN0/s1600-h/P1170744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170541598603416546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R8F0MHEjE-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/67sYx0aZFN0/s320/P1170744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, I didn't update much about the Greek Masterpieces from the Louvre. It's a wonderful exhibition which you all should go take a look! Below are some photos. I'm lazy to blog much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my fellow Art Mates - the ones I usually hang out with (Below)&lt;br /&gt;Notice Chervonne - the one clad in red, damn she look like a jellyfish in that costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R8F0MXEjE_I/AAAAAAAAAeo/6rn-Ym1fGiY/s1600-h/P1170706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170541602898383858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R8F0MXEjE_I/AAAAAAAAAeo/6rn-Ym1fGiY/s320/P1170706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's some masterpieces&lt;br /&gt;The Birth of Erichthonius (Below), one of my personal favourites.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm a student docent to my school mates every tuesday? I've to introduce them to the art works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R8F0MnEjFAI/AAAAAAAAAew/gmBu8eHWixg/s1600-h/P1170685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170541607193351170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R8F0MnEjFAI/AAAAAAAAAew/gmBu8eHWixg/s320/P1170685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the details. Damn, how I wish I can do something like this! This artwork is to give a wet look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R8F0M3EjFBI/AAAAAAAAAe4/T-yKc2SkFUk/s1600-h/P1170683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170541611488318482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R8F0M3EjFBI/AAAAAAAAAe4/T-yKc2SkFUk/s320/P1170683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry about not blogging my readers. I know y'all miss me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-5570700554454796770?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/5570700554454796770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=5570700554454796770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5570700554454796770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5570700554454796770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R8F0MHEjE-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/67sYx0aZFN0/s72-c/P1170744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7098773519812587427</id><published>2008-02-07T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:29:44.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First day of Lunar New Year and as usual I'll have to go out to my relatives' place. A happy day whereby one can literally wear &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; clothes. Putting on &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; clothes and waxing my hair makes me feel new! Gosh, I'm a &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; Hon Long today! Hahaha. The hand in back pocket pose made me rather aneroxic and thin - fuck that! (oops, no cursing in the new year, Hon Long!) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6ssMl4m9iI/AAAAAAAAAd4/3gPKxKLrwjE/s1600-h/P1170722(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164269992550004258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6ssMl4m9iI/AAAAAAAAAd4/3gPKxKLrwjE/s320/P1170722(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went up to Grandma's place for lunch and took family portraits with the aid of my uncle whose hobby is photography. The nicer photographs are all in my uncle's professional camera. I can only post those that are in mine. Love this photo, think I should blow it up and put at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6ssNF4m9jI/AAAAAAAAAeA/g16Oo6MAuEs/s1600-h/P1170725(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164270001139938866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6ssNF4m9jI/AAAAAAAAAeA/g16Oo6MAuEs/s320/P1170725(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and her grandchildren. There should be 4 of us (grandchildren) but the youngest one was busy playing with his dad's camera. So, the 3 of us snapped a photo without him. Grandma looked squeezed. But she's still as adorable as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6ssNV4m9kI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Z4m-H7i6Hj4/s1600-h/P1170728(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164270005434906178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6ssNV4m9kI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Z4m-H7i6Hj4/s320/P1170728(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snapped a photo with Sis and I've no idea why is she holding that "chun lian" thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6ssNl4m9lI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/cjlsNX9Rz0Y/s1600-h/P1170729(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164270009729873490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6ssNl4m9lI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/cjlsNX9Rz0Y/s320/P1170729(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents, and that "chun lian". What is with the holding-chun-lian pose?! I think the festive mood is getting the best of them! Dad looks rather angular in this photo. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6ssN14m9mI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nkwnPOd_zAY/s1600-h/P1170730(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164270014024840802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6ssN14m9mI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nkwnPOd_zAY/s320/P1170730(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousins and relatives will all gather at my place tommorrow. Sigh. It'll be a bloody busy day! Think I'd better do some reading of my General Paper content book starting from now. Or I won't be able to find it by Monday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-7098773519812587427?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7098773519812587427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7098773519812587427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7098773519812587427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7098773519812587427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-day-of-lunar-new-year.html' title='First day of Lunar New Year'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6ssMl4m9iI/AAAAAAAAAd4/3gPKxKLrwjE/s72-c/P1170722(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7703365492701547744</id><published>2008-02-04T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:42:54.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally got myself a pair of decent white jeans suitable for me, my thighs and my waist. Those white jeans in TopMan are all &lt;strong&gt;fat unfriendly&lt;/strong&gt;. Their jeans are only meant for people with skinny chicken feet! Had a tough time in their fitting room- trying my utmost best to squeeze into the tapered part of the jeans (aka the thigh areas). That particular moment in the fitting room of TopMan was totally emotional. The pain and the agony upon seeing myself in the mirror clad in the skinny jeans that appeared 100 times too tight for me (please bare it in mind, I took a pair that is exactly my waist size! Its just the tapered part, not my waist!). I got to the point of breaking down (Ok, drama was injected into this sentence!), especially so when you were to discover that almost &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; on the streets are wearing skinny jeans and you can't fucking fit into one. I'm not fat, just slightly bigger in size than those who can perfectly fit into skinny jeans! Those who can slip into a pair of skinny jeans without breaking a sweat ought to be kicked in the face! Who the fuck came out with the skinny jeans? Tell me! TELL ME! I bet the designer of skinny jeans is someone who's like a walking piece of bamboo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got myself the pair of wonderful white denim from Crocodile. Yes, you heard it right. Crocodile. Initially selling clothings and pants that ranges from my father's age to my grandfather's, Crocodile now ventures into the youngsters' sector! I thought that this pair of jeans would be cheap (given that it is Crocodile) but I got a shock of my life when I saw the price tag which read $99.90. Wow, a $0.10 from a $100! But after waiting for a some time, there happen to be a storewide 20% discount with an additional 10% if customers were to use NETS to pay. Obviously I won't let this opportunity slip by and what's more, I love to NETS my purchases. So, I got this pair of jeans at &lt;strong&gt;$71.93&lt;/strong&gt;. Compared to those cheap, thin white jeans sold in "Ah Beng" shops in Far East, my Crocodile jeans is like way better. Plus, I got it at a cheaper price than those in Far East selling $75 and above for thin face-tissue-lookalike jeans.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6bw-14m9gI/AAAAAAAAAdo/pI3faYoZyNQ/s1600-h/P1170719.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163078985233921538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6bw-14m9gI/AAAAAAAAAdo/pI3faYoZyNQ/s320/P1170719.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now now, I'm left with a pair of shoes for Chinese New Year and its merely 3 days away from me. How?! I'm planning to get myself a loafer which won't make me look fucking old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, back then, my artwork theme was Glorifying Suicide, but my Vice-Principal and Art teacher think its bordering along violence and I was forced to change a new theme. My Vice-Principal, who was an Art Elective Programme teacher, thinks that my work exudes too much negativity which may scare or turn my markers off. But wait a minute, I love dark, moody and sad themes! How positive can I get? My Art teacher thinks that this piece of work (below) is too violent and scary. She fears for my mental status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6bw_F4m9hI/AAAAAAAAAdw/23WCpwgOeKE/s1600-h/P1170720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163078989528888850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6bw_F4m9hI/AAAAAAAAAdw/23WCpwgOeKE/s320/P1170720.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How violent is this drawing?! I tried my best to make it look classy! Look, I even glorified the suicide process of this woman who was abused into a stage play! I like this work, except for the fact that the woman's arms are a bit (well, not a bit but quite) muscular! I even portrayed her in a "graceful" hanging way ok! What's so violent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, have been getting very little sleep nowadays. Gotta go catch some sleep now. Chinese New Year is nearing people, let's go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mahjong-ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-7703365492701547744?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7703365492701547744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7703365492701547744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7703365492701547744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7703365492701547744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/02/rantings.html' title='Rantings'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R6bw-14m9gI/AAAAAAAAAdo/pI3faYoZyNQ/s72-c/P1170719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-8028874852652602069</id><published>2008-01-26T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:40:20.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Values Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159774269892654546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5szXF4m9dI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JbGeue0j7Ik/s320/P1170655+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Had fun dunking my art teacher with my art mates.&lt;br /&gt;We share a common 'thing'&lt;br /&gt;For me to know, for you to find out.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5szX14m9eI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4LDm3X4Aqqo/s1600-h/P1170661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159774282777556450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5szX14m9eI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4LDm3X4Aqqo/s320/P1170661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5szYF4m9fI/AAAAAAAAAdg/jnHR9IIgzM8/s1600-h/P1170662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159774287072523762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5szYF4m9fI/AAAAAAAAAdg/jnHR9IIgzM8/s320/P1170662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-47560ac3c929b22" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D047560ac3c929b22%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331325057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ECD5DB4A8E22A94F26693F969A41D7D6B4A242.2CD1E0AE5D84BCD3A9541B0B9859FD7C3ED1B85E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47560ac3c929b22%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx0jbN3wYI7QZNfjY3FJMEKqermE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D047560ac3c929b22%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331325057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ECD5DB4A8E22A94F26693F969A41D7D6B4A242.2CD1E0AE5D84BCD3A9541B0B9859FD7C3ED1B85E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47560ac3c929b22%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx0jbN3wYI7QZNfjY3FJMEKqermE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-8028874852652602069?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=47560ac3c929b22&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/8028874852652602069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=8028874852652602069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8028874852652602069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8028874852652602069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/01/college-values-day.html' title='College Values Day'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5szXF4m9dI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JbGeue0j7Ik/s72-c/P1170655+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2861649761264202791</id><published>2008-01-22T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:05:48.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5XMtjEav1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/AEOpp7Zj3LQ/s1600-h/P1170654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158254031102721874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5XMtjEav1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/AEOpp7Zj3LQ/s320/P1170654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bought a Zara shirt on Sunday with Wei Xian, Kai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ee&lt;/span&gt; and Mary (Ming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt;) accompanying me. Got this shirt for S$75.00 and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; disappointed with the shopping 'cause things are either too expensive or I'm not interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously on Saturday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Xue&lt;/span&gt; and I went to Clarice's I &amp;amp; E project. Went around Singapore for food. But we (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Xue&lt;/span&gt;, Clarice and I) ended at Chomp Chomp (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Serangoon&lt;/span&gt;) for the food marathon. However, the entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;excursion&lt;/span&gt; totally changed. We went around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt; Village to look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Transvestites and also Geyland to see the flock of hookers. Definitely an eye-opener. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-2861649761264202791?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2861649761264202791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2861649761264202791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2861649761264202791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2861649761264202791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog.html' title='Blog'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5XMtjEav1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/AEOpp7Zj3LQ/s72-c/P1170654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-92659220386577872</id><published>2008-01-19T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T16:42:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and Updates (Taiwan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have I told you people that I have the coolest grandmother anyone could ever have? Did I tell y'all that she's so uniquely cool that no one else's grandma can be even cooler than her? Did I mention that she's also a spoilt brat who goes to the salon every Saturday to wash her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an evidence of how cool she is&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;TADAH!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5G2ATEavzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qBMsimqhQMo/s1600-h/SANY0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157103164550987570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5G2ATEavzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qBMsimqhQMo/s320/SANY0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandma must've been a Supermodel back then! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5G2AzEav0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZC5_OZ2OC5I/s1600-h/SANY0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157103173140922178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5G2AzEav0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZC5_OZ2OC5I/s320/SANY0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-92659220386577872?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/92659220386577872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=92659220386577872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/92659220386577872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/92659220386577872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/01/updates-and-updates-taiwan.html' title='Updates and Updates (Taiwan)'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5G2ATEavzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qBMsimqhQMo/s72-c/SANY0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-1063484423045644924</id><published>2008-01-19T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T16:30:11.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Updates on some other photo. We visited somewhere where the soldiers were doing their hourly change of duty. The soldiers ain't allowed to blink or move. Mum and Dad ran in front of them to snap a photo. Haha, it looks like some photoshopped photo. But I must admit their son is good in snapping photos! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure 6.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gw6TEavuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/degDfyatAQg/s1600-h/SANY0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157097563913633506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gw6TEavuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/degDfyatAQg/s320/SANY0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo shows Taipei 101 building. We snapped a photo there. With my amazing photoshop skills I brightened up the entire photo! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gw6zEavvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0Wd_mw3A7Ik/s1600-h/SANY0071i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157097572503568114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gw6zEavvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0Wd_mw3A7Ik/s320/SANY0071i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Dad, Mum and yours truly at the Shangri-la Resort. The place is damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gw7DEavwI/AAAAAAAAAcg/0loILTaj3xc/s1600-h/SANY0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157097576798535426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gw7DEavwI/AAAAAAAAAcg/0loILTaj3xc/s320/SANY0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo was taken when we went to the Hot Spring hotel. After going for hot spring session I snapped this photo. We were suppose to go into the hot spring totally naked! Yes, naked. But its not a mixed spring. Men one side, Women in the other.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, see how engrossed Grandma is while watching Taiwan Channels! Haha, it was broadcasting about fake Gucci bags found from a shopping channel like that of TVmedia (where you have to call in to one number to buy your products)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gw7zEavxI/AAAAAAAAAco/vntqWSA9lVI/s1600-h/SANY0088i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157097589683437330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gw7zEavxI/AAAAAAAAAco/vntqWSA9lVI/s320/SANY0088i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took this photo at some place where you can see weathered rocks. Specifically granularly weathered rocks due to the crystallisation of salt from the sea. So, those rocks have some weird interesting look. The waves were fucking strong and it was raing like shit. I carried just an umbrella while others wore raincoat. BUT those in raincoat turn out to be soaked while I remained rather dry! Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gw8TEavyI/AAAAAAAAAcw/cGKclhHkBBc/s1600-h/SANY0038i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157097598273371938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gw8TEavyI/AAAAAAAAAcw/cGKclhHkBBc/s320/SANY0038i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-1063484423045644924?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/1063484423045644924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=1063484423045644924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1063484423045644924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1063484423045644924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/01/updates-2.html' title='Updates 2'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gw6TEavuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/degDfyatAQg/s72-c/SANY0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-1574940281777792412</id><published>2008-01-19T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T16:06:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally it's here. I manage to extract the Taiwan trip photos from my uncle's camera. On the first day, this was what I saw when I board the SIA plane. 'Cause back then it was near the Christmas season (23rd November 2007). The ride on SIA was good (despite the fact that there's some irritating passengers behind me pulling my hair whenever he/she tries to go to the washroom! It hurts like fuck!) Anyway, I miss the Singapore Sling cocktail served on the flight! SIA decorated their plane with mistletoe! It was placed at the sides of the cabin, perhaps to prevent passengers from kissing around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure 1&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gs1DEavpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/SeGY_BaWG7s/s1600-h/SANY0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157093075672809106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gs1DEavpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/SeGY_BaWG7s/s320/SANY0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first day I stepped into Taipei, Taiwan, I ate this. Some sort of Ba Chor Mee. But its wonderfully nice y'all know! Love the soup and meat ball! Also, the stupid waitress taught Aaron and I were Taiwanese. Like which part of me look like a Taiwanese, tell me tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gs1TEavqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6JaVOg-yNBk/s1600-h/SANY0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157093079967776418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gs1TEavqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6JaVOg-yNBk/s320/SANY0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the most famous dish you can find in Taipei Xi Men Ding - Ay Chung Mee Suan! Wasn't a fan of it 'cause of those greenish celery? I don't know what's that! But it's still nice without it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gs1zEavrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/WJMJ92t_50c/s1600-h/SANY0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157093088557711026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gs1zEavrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/WJMJ92t_50c/s320/SANY0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Figure 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gs2DEavsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/3OQoSyEANSQ/s1600-h/SANY0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157093092852678338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gs2DEavsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/3OQoSyEANSQ/s320/SANY0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mum bought back this fried carot cake and its uber delicious! Oh god, the taste still lingers in my mouth!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gs2jEavtI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-K-jt_OSLCg/s1600-h/SANY0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157093101442612946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gs2jEavtI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-K-jt_OSLCg/s320/SANY0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-1574940281777792412?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/1574940281777792412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=1574940281777792412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1574940281777792412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1574940281777792412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/01/taiwan-updates.html' title='Taiwan Updates'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Gs1DEavpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/SeGY_BaWG7s/s72-c/SANY0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-8090617863891430208</id><published>2008-01-19T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T16:45:34.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burberry Specs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5GIjDEavoI/AAAAAAAAAbg/c9a9TalVZVo/s1600-h/Burberry,+Baby!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157053184016563842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5GIjDEavoI/AAAAAAAAAbg/c9a9TalVZVo/s320/Burberry,+Baby!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw this Burberry spectacles. Like it a lot. But it was a year 2005 model. Sigh. Like it like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately want a pair of new spectacles&lt;br /&gt;I want money&lt;br /&gt;I want relaxation&lt;br /&gt;I want.....Don't tell you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-8090617863891430208?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/8090617863891430208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=8090617863891430208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8090617863891430208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8090617863891430208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/01/burberry-specs.html' title='Burberry Specs'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5GIjDEavoI/AAAAAAAAAbg/c9a9TalVZVo/s72-c/Burberry,+Baby!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3047774022332646512</id><published>2008-01-19T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:18:04.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm fucking bored. Watching "Legends of the Eight Immortals" on Channel 8 right now. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; series was my favourite when I was a kid. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; the old times now. Have to settle some homework by tonight before going on a eating spree with Clarice and Zhi Xue (Overnight eating spree organized by Ngee Ann Polytechnic). And tomorrow I'll be going shopping with Kai Ee,Wei Xian and maybe Mary (Ming Cheng). Gotta get some new year clothes before it's too late! Don't wish to do last minute shopping when all the shops close. Wtf. Uploading some photos which I took previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin gave me this pair of white Armani Exchange (AX) denim which is in quite an OK situation. But the problem is, it's waist 30! Fuck it, I've grew to be a waist 31 instead of the old time 30!!! Shit! Now, I need to find myself a pair of white jeans again! Oh, that reminds me, I'd have to get white underwear if I wear white jeans. Won't be nice wearing red underwear while wearing white jeans (though I'd attract attention to my butt). Tried the white jeans with my trench coat. I'm planning to save up for Europe trip after my A Levels, Baby! HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm about to throw the AX white pants away, but I think its a waste. So, anyone interested in it I can pass over to them. It's still in good condition and its of waist 30!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5GACTEavmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CZD5azaiWC8/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157043825282825826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5GACTEavmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CZD5azaiWC8/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A moment of webcam fun sure is great! I've photoshopped the photos taken using my webcam and post it up on my Facebook and Friendster account! Haha, OK I admit its slightly act cute but I know y'all need some cute people around your lives to brighten up your day! And those cute people include &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Don't cha wish your best friend was cute like me? Don't cha? HAHAHHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5GACTEavnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ZpJNuc6va8Q/s1600-h/Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157043825282825842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5GACTEavnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ZpJNuc6va8Q/s320/Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw an Emporio Armani spectacles. Absolutely what I'm looking for nowadays! I wanted thick frames with thick sides and a fucking big designer brand logo! HAHA. It cost $265 before a 20% discount. I need a change of spectacles 'cause my current one is about to fall apart! Tried it on and I think it looks good on me. Mum agreed that it looks wow on me and the price is also wow. She claims I don't need such expensive spectacles. Yeah right. She bought herself a Dior spectacles for everyone's info.  I need to save up for my material needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm bloody materialistic, and I know it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-3047774022332646512?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3047774022332646512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3047774022332646512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3047774022332646512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3047774022332646512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/01/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5GACTEavmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CZD5azaiWC8/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3457194947140008427</id><published>2008-01-19T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T01:14:30.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esprit Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Dd0zEavlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/LS7zKOTBv7Q/s1600-h/P1170652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156865472470892114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Dd0zEavlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/LS7zKOTBv7Q/s320/P1170652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bought myself an Esprit Vintage shirt. Love the checkered pattern. Gotta sleep. Too tired today!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Kai Ee and Zhi Xin!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-3457194947140008427?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3457194947140008427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3457194947140008427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3457194947140008427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3457194947140008427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/01/esprit-again.html' title='Esprit Again'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R5Dd0zEavlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/LS7zKOTBv7Q/s72-c/P1170652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7835327244993712489</id><published>2008-01-05T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:19:48.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Balance Shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got myself a new running shoe for new school year. Bought the New Balance one instead of Nike after the terrible experience with my old Nike. Never like nike stuff anyway. New Balance shoes are so predictable and safe-looking (not fanciful in design) yet, they're rather expensive. This shoe cost S$155. But I bought it at a 30% discount. Paid S$108 for it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R38R-zEavjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/G7vCB-rcFSw/s1600-h/P1170288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151856269293436466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R38R-zEavjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/G7vCB-rcFSw/s320/P1170288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R38R_DEavkI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ce4vMxHaKn8/s1600-h/P1170289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151856273588403778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R38R_DEavkI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ce4vMxHaKn8/s320/P1170289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gotta go rush some work now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye people.&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/13071259-7835327244993712489?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7835327244993712489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7835327244993712489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7835327244993712489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7835327244993712489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-balance-shoe.html' title='New Balance Shoe'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R38R-zEavjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/G7vCB-rcFSw/s72-c/P1170288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2279447217486039070</id><published>2007-12-29T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:25:20.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purchases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes people, I'm back from Taiwan! Taiwan, I should say is rather disappointing. My trip there is not as interesting and 'wow'-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; as seen on the Welcome2Taiwan advertisement seen on television &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(No wonder &lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt; left Taiwan for America/Singapore).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating on my shopping stuff in this entry. The shopping is like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;. The things in Taiwan are highly Japanese-influenced. I think they either import them from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong or Japan. The items are either too expensive (for instance, a thick jacket cost around NT$2, 500 which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;equivalent to around S$125), too 'ah beng'-ish or too ugly. It's like those ugly things that Taiwanese idols wear - namely Show Luo (What kind of name is this? Show? Hi, I'm Movie Yip!). The shopping is uber disappointing and there's a lot of female clothings around. Poor us, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's the things I got (refer to Figure 1). I got a trench coat, a military-inspired/punk vest, a wallet made out of Levi's jeans, a &lt;em&gt;fake &lt;/em&gt;Ed Hardy cap and some perfumes from the Duty-free shop before departing for Singapore. I got the latest Hugo Boss XY (&lt;strong&gt;which has yet to appear in Singapore!!!&lt;/strong&gt;) and a Calvin Klein's CKIN2U. Mum wanted me to finish up the Taiwanese notes there so I bought it. Damn it, should've got it from Singapore's Duty-free 'cause its like S$10 cheaper!! But I didn't regret getting the Hugo Boss' XY. Also, I got a complimentary Calvin Klein Man perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figure 1&lt;/strong&gt;: All the purchases.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YQaTEaveI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/NVscvYUIh7k/s1600-h/P1170273.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149321267926187490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YQaTEaveI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/NVscvYUIh7k/s320/P1170273.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying out the things I bought, seeing whether I have clothes to match. Here's the preview of my photos! I know you people missed seeing me so often ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figure 2&lt;/strong&gt;: With trench coat.&lt;br /&gt;Sis says I look like a flasher. I think I should do some amendments to it to look classier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YQcjEavfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/sN3IzbhVgo8/s1600-h/P1170263i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149321306580893170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YQcjEavfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/sN3IzbhVgo8/s320/P1170263i.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figure 3&lt;/strong&gt;: With vest.&lt;br /&gt;Matched it with my shirt, jeans and belt. Sis say I should wear it now 'cause it'd soon be out of vogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YQczEavgI/AAAAAAAAAag/Z6ipihSElX0/s1600-h/P1170271i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149321310875860482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YQczEavgI/AAAAAAAAAag/Z6ipihSElX0/s320/P1170271i.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figure 4&lt;/strong&gt;: The Wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Love it to bits and pieces. I specially picked the one with the Levi's brand on it. But undoubtedly, this is made from a pair of fake Levi's. The real deal should have its model number written in black ink. Sigh, what to do, I love the interesting design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YQdDEavhI/AAAAAAAAAao/LPw8OL9Cgdo/s1600-h/P1170274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149321315170827794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YQdDEavhI/AAAAAAAAAao/LPw8OL9Cgdo/s320/P1170274.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figure 5&lt;/strong&gt;: With the Ed Hardy cap.&lt;br /&gt;My family members all say its very beng-ish. Who cares, I like I don't care!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YQdDEaviI/AAAAAAAAAaw/kSkpRbdARE8/s1600-h/P1170287i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149321315170827810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YQdDEaviI/AAAAAAAAAaw/kSkpRbdARE8/s320/P1170287i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a Burberry sunglass in the airport. Oh my fuck, it's sexy hot! I need to get a high pay job in order to allow myself to indulge in such luxury! The Taipei 101 shopping mall (the highest building in the world) sells branded goods like that of Paragon. Designer brands like Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana, Vivienne Westwood (both are my favourite brands), DKNY etc. I'd love to go there to splurge like crazy! Too bad, I ain't a rich kid. Get me a rich friend or godparents!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-2279447217486039070?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2279447217486039070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2279447217486039070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2279447217486039070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2279447217486039070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/12/purchases.html' title='Purchases'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YQaTEaveI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/NVscvYUIh7k/s72-c/P1170273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-580855353832224701</id><published>2007-12-29T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:45:58.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I've mentioned earlier, sis got me an Adidas watch for Christmas! It was one of the watches which I've been considering whether to buy it or not. The other one which I was considering is an Esprit one which cost $195. This Adidas one cost $148. Sis manage to get a special price of $108 I think. It is black entirely with gold and a leather strip.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YGBDEavWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/sr6DqLvIvrk/s1600-h/P1170134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149309839018212706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YGBDEavWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/sr6DqLvIvrk/s320/P1170134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YGBTEavXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QrvYmEmUrw8/s1600-h/P1170127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149309843313180018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YGBTEavXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QrvYmEmUrw8/s320/P1170127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Read the sign here. It's genuine leather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YGBTEavYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/objOkVwfhGI/s1600-h/P1170128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149309843313180034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YGBTEavYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/objOkVwfhGI/s320/P1170128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-580855353832224701?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/580855353832224701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=580855353832224701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/580855353832224701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/580855353832224701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/12/watch.html' title='The Watch'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R3YGBDEavWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/sr6DqLvIvrk/s72-c/P1170134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2806291662063955727</id><published>2007-12-22T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:19:30.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for Taiwan in 13 hours time!!!! My pox have dried! Don't miss me this Christmas! I've got some things to update. Anyway, sis got me an Adidas watch as a surprise Christmas gift! Love it. Will blog about the watch when I come back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-2806291662063955727?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2806291662063955727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2806291662063955727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2806291662063955727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2806291662063955727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/12/taiwan.html' title='Taiwan'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2411679415903839322</id><published>2007-12-15T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T20:12:57.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GET OUTTA MY BODY</title><content type='html'>I'm having fucking chicken pox! I don't know which goddamn idiot spread the fucking thing to me between 10-21 days ago! If I find that person I'd slap the constipated shit outta him/her. I'm just hoping I get well by Thursday and I can see the doctor on Saturday to get my confirmation slip to go overseas. I got my vaccine in 2005 and now I fucking caught it. Won't show y'all any photos cause its way too ugly. I scared myself in the mirror. FUCK, I'LL GET THIS BITCH OUTTA MY BODY! FUCK THE CHICKEN POX!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-2411679415903839322?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2411679415903839322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2411679415903839322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2411679415903839322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2411679415903839322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/12/get-outta-my-body.html' title='GET OUTTA MY BODY'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-5072779887373034355</id><published>2007-12-04T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T19:19:01.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Fraud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R1Ux_ZlmW-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/MQHMRoxq38g/s1600-h/P1170092ii(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140069514983398370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R1Ux_ZlmW-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/MQHMRoxq38g/s320/P1170092ii(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took some photos when I dig out my clothes for Taiwan trip! Hurray!! But bloody hell, I've got loads of homework to settle before going on holiday! Have been burnt like shit recently 'cause of volleyball. Anyway, my skin will turn back fair in a few days. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MAIN ISSUE FOR BLOGGING TODAY&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I received an automated voice recorded call this morning. It was blabbering about something like a message from the supreme court + its all in chinese! Heard from Crime Watch that there's these kind of fraud going around, saying some supreme court thing and fines etc. I hung up almost immediately 'cause &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;firstly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't understand what it is blabbering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secondly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why would the supreme court use Mandarin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(read: MANDARIN, CHINESE!) &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to converse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Like HELLO, this Earth calling y'all frauds out there! Please, be clever enough to NOT use Mandarin if you're out to cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like an A-level student and not some dumb boy out there. I won't be fooled by such dumb acts. Like if supreme court were to call me, they won't use Mandarin to speak to me. They would use English and perhaps after that they would speak to me in Mandarin just in case I do not understand English! C'mon! And bloody hell! You don't wake me up early in the morning to con me! I'm still fucking sleeping! Did I mention I hate people waking me up with phone calls when I'm happily sleeping!!!!! I shouted through the phone, "HEELLO?!" and I received automated voice on the other line. The fraud should thank god that they use automated voices instead of a real voice operator. I would've scolded the daylight out of the real person for disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the main message is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU RECEIVE SUCH PHONE CALLS, PLEASE DON'T BE DUMB ENOUGH TO BELIEVE THAT! PLEASE YOU YOUR BRAINS, THANK YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-5072779887373034355?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/5072779887373034355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=5072779887373034355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5072779887373034355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5072779887373034355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-fraud.html' title='Some Fraud!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R1Ux_ZlmW-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/MQHMRoxq38g/s72-c/P1170092ii(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3108724629870057144</id><published>2007-11-30T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T18:14:25.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm very angry with myself. Remember the anti-drug art competition? Well I lost. It's not about the money but its about NOT trying. I've myself to blame anyway 'cause I didn't put in any effort to deserve the SGD$650. But what I am pissed is that the winner is someone I do not like at all! I hate his attitude since last year. No, he ain't a student in my school. He left Yishun Junior College for Nanyang Junior College for Art elective programme. I dislike his attitude, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm super angry now is that I didn't give him a run for his money! I hate myself for not putting in any effort! Grrh! Why did I let him win that cash so easily!!!!! Slap me someone!!!! What to do? At the end of the day, I've myself to blame. I'm just stupid! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-3108724629870057144?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3108724629870057144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3108724629870057144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3108724629870057144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3108724629870057144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-myself.html' title='I Hate Myself'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-8786881549920023121</id><published>2007-11-30T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:44:15.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently got myself a Tamagotchi. Don't ask why, just feel like it. I'm the King of Randomness. I go with my feelings. Haha! It cost me a SGD$29.90 instead of the SGD$24.90 'cause the price is only meant for Toys "R" Us (Toys Я Us) members. My Tamagotchi is currently sleeping, shh. A little hush please.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R07jEVwAtiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/iKyHFtEp5nI/s1600-h/IMG_0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138293888573814306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R07jEVwAtiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/iKyHFtEp5nI/s320/IMG_0325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R07jFVwAtjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BHu3BJ_8ME4/s1600-h/IMG_0327i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138293905753683506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R07jFVwAtjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BHu3BJ_8ME4/s320/IMG_0327i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mum got me this jacket for my Taiwan trip this coming 23rd December. It's from Bossini. Got it 'cause there's a storewide 20%. Cost about SDG$60 odds after discount. I like it, not too over the top! Bossini and Giordano clothes are getting nicer. Targeting more stylish audiences. Ha. Saw this mink jacket in Giordano which cost SGD$99. Didn't expect such prices to appear in Giordano. Always thought its clothes/jackets/shirts would be below SDG$70 (the more affordable range). &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R07jH1wAtkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/AKdqnPg50pA/s1600-h/IMG_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138293948703356482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R07jH1wAtkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/AKdqnPg50pA/s320/IMG_0329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went out with Xiu Ling (Primary School mate) since its after her A-Levels. Went around. Went IMM's Esprit since she wanted to find her skirt. Wasn't there, then I brought her to Factory Outlet Store (FOS) to dig out some cheap stuff. After FOS, went down to VivoCity's Esprit to see her skirt. Sadly, there ain't any of her size left. So, I told her to look for the person to ask which places have got stock left. Was told that Plaza Singapura, Centre Point, Parkway Parade and Great World City's have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we headed down to Plaza Singapura's. BUT there ain't any stocks left as shown by the "stupid un-updated" system. So, we rushed down to Centre Point's since Xiu Ling like the skirt so much and its on DISCOUNT (You know, discounted products are always easily wiped off!). Thank god Centre Point has got 2 pieces. Ha. So, she got herself her desired skirt. While waiting for her try her skirt in the fitting room, I was walking around the guy's section in Esprit Cafe and I found this discounted leather belt (I can smell the leather smell of my belt while typing this 'cause its right beside me!). I've always wanted a belt with a big buckle but the designs are getting more and more "ah beng-ish". Plus, I don't wish to spend $60-80 odds for some god-damn belt. This belt is just right! It's now a whooah-ing SGD$25.90 (previously SGD$79.90!). So, after much comtemplation I decided to get it. If I missed this deal, I won't find any cheap belts anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all for my day trip with Xiu Ling. Her main motive is to get her skirt while I'm more of window shop and get what interests me on the spot (prices matter too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R07jIlwAtlI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lat8dgtY29M/s1600-h/IMG_0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138293961588258386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R07jIlwAtlI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lat8dgtY29M/s320/IMG_0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-8786881549920023121?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/8786881549920023121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=8786881549920023121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8786881549920023121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8786881549920023121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/11/summary.html' title='Summary'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R07jEVwAtiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/iKyHFtEp5nI/s72-c/IMG_0325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-4932682191618015229</id><published>2007-11-26T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:41:21.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Completed an artwork (&lt;strong&gt;Figure 1&lt;/strong&gt;) titled "Randomness (Am I in too Deep?)". Its all randomness. Don't ask why. Period.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0rWplwAtbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/XIUU2W-XrzU/s1600-h/IMG_0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137154334965937586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0rWplwAtbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/XIUU2W-XrzU/s320/IMG_0315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Celebrated Miss Foo's birthday on 23rd Novemember (and gave her the artwork) at Pasta de Waraku. Those involved are yours truly, Zhi Xue, Kai Ee, Miss Foo, Glenn and Wei Xian. Clarice couldn't make it 'cause the clinic lack helpers and her leave was then cancelled. Poor girl. Waited from 7.15pm to 8.30pm just so that we can have a seat. Wtf. If it ain't being highly recommended I don't think I'd have the patience to wait so long! Anyway, there's a lot of variety of these pastas at affordable prices. I ate the blackest one (&lt;strong&gt;Figure 2&lt;/strong&gt;) which I've forgotten its name. Its made up of squid ink. I personally think its nice. However, you'll get sicker and sicker as you eat it. I think it became a bit too overwhelming. But its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0rWqlwAtcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zNejBuPkWnk/s1600-h/IMG_0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137154352145806786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0rWqlwAtcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zNejBuPkWnk/s320/IMG_0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here you are, the birthday girl with the complimentary birthday present from Waraku. Its a frigging light-sabre (&lt;strong&gt;Figure 3&lt;/strong&gt;)!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0rWrVwAtdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/jVgKYNxUJps/s1600-h/IMG_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137154365030708690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0rWrVwAtdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/jVgKYNxUJps/s320/IMG_0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took a group photo before we headed home. The background consist of artworks from kids of this art schoolor something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0rWslwAteI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1w5MWLXFtA0/s1600-h/IMG_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137154386505545186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0rWslwAteI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1w5MWLXFtA0/s320/IMG_0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The following day, I got myself this glam rock Rolling Stones T-shirt. Love the bling (&lt;strong&gt;Figure 5&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0rWtFwAtfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yZeoin_Lj9E/s1600-h/IMG_0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137154395095479794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0rWtFwAtfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yZeoin_Lj9E/s320/IMG_0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-4932682191618015229?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/4932682191618015229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=4932682191618015229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/4932682191618015229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/4932682191618015229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/11/day.html' title='Day'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0rWplwAtbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/XIUU2W-XrzU/s72-c/IMG_0315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-5475040552521728234</id><published>2007-11-22T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T00:37:05.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0RZQVwAtaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/rEKTyzz6H6A/s1600-h/IMG_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135327612360504738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0RZQVwAtaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/rEKTyzz6H6A/s320/IMG_0303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This work of mine is so random and empty. I do not know what to add in. Please gimme some advice before Friday. Someone? Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Btw, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANYONE USES CLEAR SHAMPOO? I WANT THE POSTER OF MY BEST FRIEND RAIN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PLEAAAAASSSEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-5475040552521728234?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/5475040552521728234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=5475040552521728234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5475040552521728234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5475040552521728234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/11/help.html' title='Help?'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0RZQVwAtaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/rEKTyzz6H6A/s72-c/IMG_0303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-6745014523424684694</id><published>2007-11-19T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:26:51.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger + Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have been painting something for Miss Foo's birthday. A random drawing, I must say. Just trial and error I guess. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0BmulwAtYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ULxdxBP9S44/s1600-h/IMG_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134216525795865986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0BmulwAtYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ULxdxBP9S44/s320/IMG_0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sis says the heads look unproportionate. Where? Someone advise please! I've yet to completed the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0BmvVwAtZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-1pP1ffeELA/s1600-h/IMG_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134216538680767890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0BmvVwAtZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-1pP1ffeELA/s320/IMG_0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very pissed with someone right now. Stop appearing in front of me to make me think of unhappy things! I had enough of you trying to push things to me to do! Guess what, I'm telling you this "Fuck off. I'm not dealing with your shit ever again!". Who do you think you are? Making me the fool to be hanging around you to let you make use of me again? Get lost, I want nothing to do with you!&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/13071259-6745014523424684694?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/6745014523424684694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=6745014523424684694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6745014523424684694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6745014523424684694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/11/anger-gift.html' title='Anger + Gift'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/R0BmulwAtYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ULxdxBP9S44/s72-c/IMG_0300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-6437365600440917798</id><published>2007-11-16T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:24:13.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rz2K0VwAtXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/IRvoYs0k6gQ/s1600-h/15-11-07_1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133411782068581746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rz2K0VwAtXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/IRvoYs0k6gQ/s320/15-11-07_1159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brought my formal clothes &amp;amp; shoes for the stupid interview skills workshop. Very little people brought their clothes and I made Xavier (on my left) change and wear it with me. Haha poor fellow. Xavier said I look like a gay fashion designer when I'm clad in that formal shirt. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview skills workshop is uber scary. Ask a lot of things. Plus there's a bunch of your own friends asking you loads of wtf questions. Right, Bill &amp;amp; Jeremy? Won't elaborate much. I'm sick now and I've got Miss Pang's wedding to attend tommorrow. Need rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Xavier and I ain't holding hands for your information. Our hands are resting on the table. Stupid mobile phone camera of Foo Kian.&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/13071259-6437365600440917798?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/6437365600440917798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=6437365600440917798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6437365600440917798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6437365600440917798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/11/formal-day.html' title='Formal Day'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rz2K0VwAtXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/IRvoYs0k6gQ/s72-c/15-11-07_1159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7988591046462973370</id><published>2007-11-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:11:42.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help My Hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figure 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzXWhLE278I/AAAAAAAAAW4/ilEpEq3NBxw/s1600-h/bi-isj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131243215855742914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzXWhLE278I/AAAAAAAAAW4/ilEpEq3NBxw/s320/bi-isj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to the Singapore Art Museum (SAM) as an Art outing with the art class. I love some of the works shown in the Big Picture Show in the SAM. After that I had lunch with Chervonne and Meng Hang and went around shopping (window). Met with Mum for dinner back in Jurong Point after shopping around with my Art mates. Couldn't stand my hair no more, so I went for a haircut. Told the barber what I wanted and he talk as though he knows. Then, bloody shit. Didn't turn out as what I've expected. Super disappointed! Mourning over this shit now. It looks so normal can, except that the fringe is a bit flat! I wanted how it looks like on Rain as shown in &lt;strong&gt;Figure 1&lt;/strong&gt; above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can someone like advise me on why it just won't get fixed on my forehead like that of Rain's? I've tried almost everything from gel to wax to even blowing it down with a damnnit hair dryer. WHY CAN'T I DO IT. My hair is a complete failure now! Fuck shit! I want Rain's hair, not my current one!!!! I want it seemingly straight and not how it is now. It just won't go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzXTBbE276I/AAAAAAAAAWo/bGguj6SxGn4/s1600-h/IMG_0281i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131239371860012962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzXTBbE276I/AAAAAAAAAWo/bGguj6SxGn4/s320/IMG_0281i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Figure 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzXTB7E277I/AAAAAAAAAWw/bjfKBxOt0EE/s1600-h/IMG_0288i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131239380449947570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzXTB7E277I/AAAAAAAAAWw/bjfKBxOt0EE/s320/IMG_0288i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/13071259-7988591046462973370?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7988591046462973370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7988591046462973370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7988591046462973370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7988591046462973370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/11/help-my-hair.html' title='Help My Hair!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzXWhLE278I/AAAAAAAAAW4/ilEpEq3NBxw/s72-c/bi-isj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-6905860508278194355</id><published>2007-11-09T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T23:15:26.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Control of Your Life. No Place for Drugs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have been working with the stupid Anti-drug Competition themed "Take Control of Your Life. No Place for Drugs.". Personally I ain't really a very anti-drug person. I'm just an anti-smoking person. This is like the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; design competition 'journey' which we Art students have to embark on. Rather tiring after the long day. I skipped my Economics tutorial just to make sure I complete the competition thing and the day before I slept at fucking 4am. So much so for resting early to get rid of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fugly&lt;/span&gt; pimples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, the teacher commented on my layouts and she said my works doesn't really convey the the theme. Like I care. I don't like doing competitions that are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; fixed to a theme. Plus, I thought we're suppose to draw realistically. One of the individually selected ones drew cartoon kind of thing and was almost immediately accepted on the spot. God gracious. My idea developed from this (photo below- Figure 1) to something weird. So sick and tired of doing design competitions over and over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figure 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzRxBbE273I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/yHzsQ2dHDnM/s1600-h/IMG_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130850144743780210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzRxBbE273I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/yHzsQ2dHDnM/s320/IMG_0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From &lt;strong&gt;Figure 1&lt;/strong&gt; its been modified to become &lt;strong&gt;Figure 2&lt;/strong&gt; (as shown below). I did that 'cause the teacher commented that my work kind of lack focus. Its not explicitly clear when it comes to showing my ideas. Always experiencing such troublesome, irritating things. My perspective of art is so different from anyone out there. Where oh where can I find someone who can totally understand my work without me having to write any artist rationale. Where oh where have this kind of people go. Where oh where could they be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figure 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzRxBrE274I/AAAAAAAAAWY/fPWz56c5THo/s1600-h/IMG_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130850149038747522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzRxBrE274I/AAAAAAAAAWY/fPWz56c5THo/s320/IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then from &lt;strong&gt;Figure 2&lt;/strong&gt;, the teacher thinks that its better if I were to eliminate the pair of hands and the bigger bubble with flaming pills within. So, from that my final work becomes &lt;strong&gt;Figure 3&lt;/strong&gt; (shown below, again). My work is being cut out and pasted on a sheet of black paper in order to catch the attention of viewers and be the focus. I realized my drawn fonts doesn't really suit the mood of the entire work. It seems way too happy? So, I pasted it onto the black piece of paper and there you go - &lt;strong&gt;Figure 3&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figure 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzRxCbE275I/AAAAAAAAAWg/X-E1IWziVKE/s1600-h/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130850161923649426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzRxCbE275I/AAAAAAAAAWg/X-E1IWziVKE/s320/IMG_0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Personally think that my piece of work is not well done at all. Its rather weak (though not as terrible as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;preparatory&lt;/span&gt; work of my secondary 3-4 Art). A bit of side track here - I was clearing my storeroom when I found my secondary 3-4 preparatory work for I think prelims. The drawing is like shit, let me emphasize again. It's pure shit. The drawing should be labelled "Super Can't Make It". I can't believe I actually got a B3 for my Art prelims then. If I'm Miss Oh (my secondary 3-4 Art teacher) I would've given a C5. I pray hard that none of those terrible works appeared for the preparatory work for the O levels one (Let me boast, I got a A1 for that Art).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the poster. I still think there's more to me which I've yet to show in that piece of competition work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist Rationale for the work&lt;/strong&gt;: 2 children blowing bubbles containing pills within them. This symbolizes blowing these harmful substances out of their lives. Above them are 2 wasted adults who under the influence of drugs. One is intoxicated while the other is foaming due to an overdose of drugs. The children will grow up to be like them if they didn't take control of their own precious lives by eliminating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to comment on the artwork on my tagbox!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : My tagbox is like rotting. Please utilize it. Thank you very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-6905860508278194355?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/6905860508278194355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=6905860508278194355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6905860508278194355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6905860508278194355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/11/take-control-of-your-life-no-place-for.html' title='Take Control of Your Life. No Place for Drugs.'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzRxBbE273I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/yHzsQ2dHDnM/s72-c/IMG_0265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2790014901352459140</id><published>2007-11-07T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T23:39:04.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzHayUKa0LI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-ZKNDAlxnl8/s1600-h/P1160828.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130122008492429490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzHayUKa0LI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-ZKNDAlxnl8/s320/P1160828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Promotional results released on November 5, 2007. Got promoted by results ain't really as expected. Missed quite some target, especially Geography &amp;amp; Economics. Period. Photo of the result slip is on the right, see for yourself if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the scholarship talk (which I think its almost impossible for me to get one) and I'm rather tempted to go Britain for my tertiary studies. But I need to have the cash to do so. So, I need a scholarship! Let's not talk about this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-2790014901352459140?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2790014901352459140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2790014901352459140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2790014901352459140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2790014901352459140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/11/results-out.html' title='Results Out'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RzHayUKa0LI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-ZKNDAlxnl8/s72-c/P1160828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7428574781997224270</id><published>2007-11-04T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T12:48:22.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear?</title><content type='html'>Promotional results will be out tommorrow. Feeling like a piece of shit now. Rather worried. Currently staring at the tv with Kids Central on. Watching "High School Musical" and personally I don't think its as wonderful as everyone is talking about. Such a novelty. But I do think that the female lead, Vanessa Hudgens, is rather hot. And I must agree the male lead ain't too bad after all. However, the movie is so predictable and normal. It portrays the American high school life which I'd do anything for! I love the American kinda school life. Sigh, too bad I'm born in Singapore. If I've the cash I'd send my kids over. HA! Anyway, the high school musical is uber drama. Filled with high school jocks and bimbos. Nice songs though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm having mixed feelings now. Fear &amp;amp; (ironically) I'm staring at the tv watching this high school-ish musical. Wish me luck. I'm fucking scared. Last chance. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-7428574781997224270?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7428574781997224270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7428574781997224270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7428574781997224270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7428574781997224270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/11/fear.html' title='Fear?'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3652368128623652817</id><published>2007-11-01T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:15:04.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE THIS PHOTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rym0k0Ka0KI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DuE9acbowBw/s1600-h/P1160811i+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127828195308654754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rym0k0Ka0KI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DuE9acbowBw/s320/P1160811i+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wasn't selected for the F&amp;amp;N Christmas design thing. None of those who used digital animation made it through the selection. Rather saddening 'cause our works were critically acclaimed. Ha. There goes the $500 shopping spree $$. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-3652368128623652817?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3652368128623652817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3652368128623652817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3652368128623652817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3652368128623652817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/11/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rym0k0Ka0KI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DuE9acbowBw/s72-c/P1160811i+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-835330449884953789</id><published>2007-10-29T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:00:59.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some updates of the week. Firstly, I got myself an Esprit black denim (which I love it a lot). My parents gave me the cash back, so in other words, they 'bought' it for me. Many thanks. Forget the "not very nice" tummy. Thanks.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyYETUKa0FI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6ach8DIR_5U/s1600-h/P1160778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126789955684323410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyYETUKa0FI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6ach8DIR_5U/s320/P1160778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Secondly, I got myself a pair of shades from &lt;strong&gt;Aldo&lt;/strong&gt;! Bought them after dinner at Jack's Place with my family. Also, I got myself some canvases from Art Friend (before the Jack's Place dinner). Had a wonderful dinner with my family earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyYEUUKa0GI/AAAAAAAAAVg/fU59vxIqTWQ/s1600-h/P1160782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126789972864192610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyYEUUKa0GI/AAAAAAAAAVg/fU59vxIqTWQ/s320/P1160782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyYEU0Ka0HI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8JLBRi3E_ME/s1600-h/P1160787.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HEY! I'm trying to sell a brand new Mickey Mouse mobile phone which I've won from a competition. I'm planning to sell it at $300 odds. Pass the information around so I can get buyers. Anyone who's interested can e-mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:punkrockin_madness@hotmail.com"&gt;punkrockin_madness@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyYEWEKa0II/AAAAAAAAAVw/TpesMHKz_TQ/s1600-h/P1160789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126790002928963714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyYEWEKa0II/AAAAAAAAAVw/TpesMHKz_TQ/s320/P1160789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trust me its totally brand new ok!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyYEWUKa0JI/AAAAAAAAAV4/FN1zbG-AUW8/s1600-h/P1160790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126790007223931026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyYEWUKa0JI/AAAAAAAAAV4/FN1zbG-AUW8/s320/P1160790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-835330449884953789?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/835330449884953789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=835330449884953789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/835330449884953789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/835330449884953789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyYETUKa0FI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6ach8DIR_5U/s72-c/P1160778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-8493153132584699396</id><published>2007-10-25T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:27:45.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chains, Chains, Chains of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a the rendered jpg file of my design for the F&amp;amp;N competition. Its suppose to be a Christmas decoration. The winning display will be displayed in Centre Point. I'm anticipating the results. Would be good for my portfolio if I do win! The money is the primary issue while the portfolio part is secondary. HAHA! The title of my work is "Chains, Chains, Chains of Christmas". Sounds as though my tongue is tied.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyCmK0Ka0CI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eE-LvV0v-hg/s1600-h/view2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some classmates say my surreal human figures look like tortoises. Tell me, tell me is it true? Btw, the tummy would be made up of cans which are painted with the designs. The pic may look a bit ugly 'cause I photoshopped it instead of showing the real thing. Here are all the different views of my work. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125279080678871074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyCmK0Ka0CI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eE-LvV0v-hg/s320/view2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyCmLEKa0DI/AAAAAAAAAVI/x3ewGjmRR00/s1600-h/view3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125279084973838386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyCmLEKa0DI/AAAAAAAAAVI/x3ewGjmRR00/s320/view3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyCmLUKa0EI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FYlp3didD-I/s1600-h/view6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125279089268805698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyCmLUKa0EI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FYlp3didD-I/s320/view6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-8493153132584699396?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/8493153132584699396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=8493153132584699396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8493153132584699396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8493153132584699396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/10/chains-chains-chains-of-christmas.html' title='Chains, Chains, Chains of Christmas'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RyCmK0Ka0CI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eE-LvV0v-hg/s72-c/view2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-418861786635804946</id><published>2007-10-22T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:44:58.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO ALL. I know y'all missed my entries. I can hear all your cries at night, screaming for Y!P to update his abandoned blog. Fret not. I'm back again to blog! The promotional exams are over (again- damn I did that last year). Recently I've been busy with the stupid F&amp;amp;N can design competition which my new Vice-Principal made us do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; (Mary) and some others got me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;havaianas&lt;/span&gt;. Love it. Thanks Mary! I always know I'm your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; best friend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;! I won't elaborate much on the shopping process 'cause it was such a pain in the rectum.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rxy0XJmXhEI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YKChqRdl6EQ/s1600-h/P1160769.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124168785847616578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rxy0XJmXhEI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YKChqRdl6EQ/s320/P1160769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rxy0XZmXhFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/FPZtkt8U_OI/s1600-h/P1160768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124168790142583890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rxy0XZmXhFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/FPZtkt8U_OI/s320/P1160768.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I was told to do an animation of my final product of the cans. Mission is to make a display out of F&amp;amp;N cans. Grand prize is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SGD&lt;/span&gt;$500 (but we'll only get some of it 'cause the rest will go to the school! I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; pissed upon hearing that!). Spent a lot of time on it. I basically spent 8.45am- 6pm in the digital media art room today! God gracious! But at least I was praised for my work by the Vice-principal &amp;amp; Head of Department of Arts (Not Art, but Arts!). Thinking back, this will help me a lot in my interview for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NIE&lt;/span&gt; after my NS.  Guess I'll just let y'all have a sneak peek at my final &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;preparatory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;work for submission. I'll update more tommorrow perhaps. I'm very tired today! Gotta go. I'm catching a WU thing in my dreams! Bye!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparatory Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rxy0XpmXhGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/E569BPtFhh4/s1600-h/P1160775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124168794437551202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rxy0XpmXhGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/E569BPtFhh4/s320/P1160775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-418861786635804946?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/418861786635804946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=418861786635804946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/418861786635804946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/418861786635804946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/10/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rxy0XJmXhEI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YKChqRdl6EQ/s72-c/P1160769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7189224633663262346</id><published>2007-10-05T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:08:17.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But..I still love to have you around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It's you there when I close my eyes, and you in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen your face a thousand times and have all your stories memorized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could kiss your lips a million ways 'cause I love to have you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you're a roller-coaster built to crash, I'd love to have you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-7189224633663262346?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7189224633663262346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7189224633663262346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7189224633663262346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7189224633663262346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/10/buti-still-love-to-have-you-around.html' title='But..I still love to have you around'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-6035842633563095012</id><published>2007-09-22T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:40:27.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Grip</title><content type='html'>Attempting suicide. Not dead, fret not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-6035842633563095012?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/6035842633563095012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=6035842633563095012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6035842633563095012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6035842633563095012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/09/losing-grip.html' title='Losing Grip'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2971478967363847114</id><published>2007-09-08T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T01:20:05.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY P!NK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RuGHAaBJI-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/O3T_CvnilJw/s1600-h/hires27622.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107511893468718050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RuGHAaBJI-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/O3T_CvnilJw/s320/hires27622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY P!NK (ALECIA MOORE)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-2971478967363847114?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2971478967363847114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2971478967363847114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2971478967363847114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2971478967363847114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-pnk.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY P!NK'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RuGHAaBJI-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/O3T_CvnilJw/s72-c/hires27622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3003533136791095861</id><published>2007-09-07T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T14:13:52.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TROTTER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY YE YONGQING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's the trotter's birthday today and as a sweet lovin' bro, I shall wish my home grown pig a happy 24th birthday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid sis came into my room with the black mud on her face. Similiarly, I've got Pearl powder on my face 'cause mum says its good for healing scars/THE PIMPLES. So, my stupid sis suggested that we snap a photo with our white &amp; black face respectively!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RuDYqKBJI8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/VaxAFoKHDYQ/s1600-h/07-09-07_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get when white meets black. The YIP siblings! HAHAHAHA! (Below)&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Its a fucking hairband on my head. What to do? Must put what! Anyway, my fringe is long so to avoid getting more pimples, I've to pull back the fringe with a hairband!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107320196193395650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RuDYqKBJI8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/VaxAFoKHDYQ/s320/07-09-07_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, I snapped this pic (below) the other day at around 2am after my shower. Scared myself upon seeing it. A bit scary. I name it "SCARY EMO"! I didn't know I'm scared of myself. How very sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RuDYq6BJI9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3uoki4Xh3ss/s1600-h/06-09-07_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107320209078297554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RuDYq6BJI9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3uoki4Xh3ss/s320/06-09-07_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S. : Audrey Ye stop reading my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-3003533136791095861?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3003533136791095861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3003533136791095861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3003533136791095861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3003533136791095861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-trotter.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TROTTER!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RuDYqKBJI8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/VaxAFoKHDYQ/s72-c/07-09-07_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3232627068569870757</id><published>2007-09-05T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:17:49.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me with this bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have I mentioned before that I hate drawing human figures? More specifically, female figures. They're damn fucking tough to draw! I spent more than 4 hours drawing this stupid female figure. Fuck it and it looks damn weird. I need help people. HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me with this bitch! (below)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rt6P36BJI7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Upu9W-TmM8s/s1600-h/P1160758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106677218114347954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rt6P36BJI7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Upu9W-TmM8s/s320/P1160758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-3232627068569870757?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3232627068569870757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3232627068569870757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3232627068569870757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3232627068569870757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/09/help-me-with-this-bitch.html' title='Help me with this bitch'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rt6P36BJI7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Upu9W-TmM8s/s72-c/P1160758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-182686742927570530</id><published>2007-09-03T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:15:48.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stefani's Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtvPFKBJI6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/BXBqxa6pN68/s1600-h/Stefani"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105902290050032546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtvPFKBJI6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/BXBqxa6pN68/s320/Stefani%27s+son.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby announce that I want to get married to have a baby (After seeing Gwen Stefani's son). Perhaps its just a phase, who cares? Damn that thing, its so cute. It made me go "Awwww!" I want one of these for Xmas. Most preferably Stefani's son. Want to keep it! HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website for more photos of the Baby-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justnodoubt.net/gallery/candids/2007-04-04/index.html"&gt;http://www.justnodoubt.net/gallery/candids/2007-04-04/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I JUST DISCOVERED THAT ITS MY BLOG'S ANNIVERSARY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-182686742927570530?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/182686742927570530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=182686742927570530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/182686742927570530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/182686742927570530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/09/stefanis-son.html' title='Stefani&apos;s Son'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtvPFKBJI6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/BXBqxa6pN68/s72-c/Stefani%27s+son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-4867958229992949390</id><published>2007-09-02T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:09:20.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a sneak preview of the shoe which I painted for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; birthday! Its the one and only one on Earth (Unless someone can draw like me and so happen to have the same design!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may be thinking that the someone is who I like. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'll tell you. She was my infatuation. But, we're now friends and its as simple as that. But I'm giving her this pair of unique shoes 'cause she is special and unique, plus its her 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday!!! Stop arguing that you don't get the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;, its a total DIFFERENT context! So, stop guessing. I'm telling you the truth. Anyway, I love my single life now. No stress on my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtrQO6BJI3I/AAAAAAAAATg/-oJohXw9f-U/s1600-h/P1160683.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105622082088674162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtrQO6BJI3I/AAAAAAAAATg/-oJohXw9f-U/s320/P1160683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtrQPKBJI4I/AAAAAAAAATo/v9GX9UqCeT4/s1600-h/P1160684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105622086383641474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtrQPKBJI4I/AAAAAAAAATo/v9GX9UqCeT4/s320/P1160684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtrQPaBJI5I/AAAAAAAAATw/sSDkFYcMZaQ/s1600-h/P1160686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105622090678608786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtrQPaBJI5I/AAAAAAAAATw/sSDkFYcMZaQ/s320/P1160686.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm considering if I should start selling shoes after my promotional exams. Hmm... I'll give Dawn a run for her money!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-4867958229992949390?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/4867958229992949390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=4867958229992949390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/4867958229992949390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/4867958229992949390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/09/shoe.html' title='Shoe'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtrQO6BJI3I/AAAAAAAAATg/-oJohXw9f-U/s72-c/P1160683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-8646444023012261954</id><published>2007-08-26T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T12:36:53.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY EEE MARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I blog about anything else, I would hereby like to wish Ming Cheng (aka Mary Cheng) a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt; 18 years old already, grow up ok! Grow up!!!! Its not the physical attributes that I'm saying but your MENTALITY, Mary. Stop kidding around! HAHAHAHAHHA! Let's go present hunting probably next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of Mary Cheng and &lt;em&gt;someone else (this someone is of a different context from the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SOMEONE&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; that I'll be saying later in the entry- HENCE IT'S NOT TO BE MISTAKEN)&lt;/em&gt;, but its cropped off. But Mary, if you want that full photo, come look for me. I'll send it to you! HAHAHAHA This is the Mary 2-2.5 years ago!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH! (BELOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; ONCE AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtEBI6BJI2I/AAAAAAAAATY/vh8zxVk-lTQ/s1600-h/MARYCHENG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102861105312113506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtEBI6BJI2I/AAAAAAAAATY/vh8zxVk-lTQ/s320/MARYCHENG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Got myself a new bag that's uber big. When I say big, its serious fucking big. It cost $79 initially but there's a 30%, so it instigated me to get it. HAHAHHAHA! I'm super broke now. Sigh, so much so for saving to get a LG PRADA or D&amp;G specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtEAxKBJIzI/AAAAAAAAATA/3IrPNH52tso/s1600-h/P1160667.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102860697290220338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtEAxKBJIzI/AAAAAAAAATA/3IrPNH52tso/s320/P1160667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; The size of the big in comparison with my human body - side view. (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtEAxKBJI0I/AAAAAAAAATI/t4m_4QP2Awk/s1600-h/P1160670.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102860697290220354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtEAxKBJI0I/AAAAAAAAATI/t4m_4QP2Awk/s320/P1160670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Bought a pair of white shoes to design for someone special. Birthday for that someone is coming so I'm doing this. Sorry, Mary Cheng, this isn't your gift! Its for someone else!!! Don't feel disappointed because of that! Someone's birthday more important!  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtEAxaBJI1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/8hS5MX6Zy8M/s1600-h/P1160680.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102860701585187666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtEAxaBJI1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/8hS5MX6Zy8M/s320/P1160680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Comments on the shoe please. Its for a female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-8646444023012261954?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/8646444023012261954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=8646444023012261954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8646444023012261954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8646444023012261954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-eee-mary.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY EEE MARY'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RtEBI6BJI2I/AAAAAAAAATY/vh8zxVk-lTQ/s72-c/MARYCHENG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-8990165279520217864</id><published>2007-08-19T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:50:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit the Fuck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Found this photo which shows the drawings I drew for the National Day drinks stores in my school. It was requested by my Geography teacher. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RshJzKBJIyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/37gd__rDnFs/s1600-h/P1160660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100407721208390434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RshJzKBJIyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/37gd__rDnFs/s320/P1160660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going crazy soon. Too much homework. Digital Animation, 1000 word report, General Paper essay and presentation, Art essay and the stupid can drawing competition which my stupid Art teacher insist that all H2 Art students should join. This is crazy. I'm being slapped in the face with Art homework. Not just one but 3?! This is fucking piece of shit ok! I'm so tired now I can barely do anything about it. Who's gonna save me? I'm suicidal right now and I mean it. I won't hesistate slitting my wrist in front of her. I sincerely don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-8990165279520217864?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/8990165279520217864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=8990165279520217864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8990165279520217864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8990165279520217864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/08/shit-fuck.html' title='Shit the Fuck?'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RshJzKBJIyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/37gd__rDnFs/s72-c/P1160660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-6922917807720105916</id><published>2007-08-18T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:54:17.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been eyeing a Dolce &amp; Gabbana spectacles. Saving like crazy nowadays. Since I've got no appetite to eat so might as well I save some cash to get myself the D&amp;amp;G eyeglass. I searched the net and found these models of glasses. Rather nice though!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsakBqBJIuI/AAAAAAAAASY/KcumolDH0zg/s1600-h/104906052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099943976409572066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsakBqBJIuI/AAAAAAAAASY/KcumolDH0zg/s320/104906052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsakBqBJIvI/AAAAAAAAASg/sCaeoBwghkk/s1600-h/DG_DD1124_501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099943976409572082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsakBqBJIvI/AAAAAAAAASg/sCaeoBwghkk/s320/DG_DD1124_501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saw this pair of glasses in Singapore and I'm planning to get this. It cost $380. This is crazy, I know. But....I'm dying to lay my hands on it!!!!!!!!!! Its modelled as D&amp;G Eyeglasses DD 5021B. (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsakB6BJIwI/AAAAAAAAASo/KY151-eedrM/s1600-h/DG_DD5021B_033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099943980704539394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsakB6BJIwI/AAAAAAAAASo/KY151-eedrM/s320/DG_DD5021B_033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsakB6BJIxI/AAAAAAAAASw/SLdw7Tzb4gg/s1600-h/DG_DD5021B_061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099943980704539410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsakB6BJIxI/AAAAAAAAASw/SLdw7Tzb4gg/s320/DG_DD5021B_061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-6922917807720105916?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/6922917807720105916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=6922917807720105916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6922917807720105916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6922917807720105916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/08/specs.html' title='Specs'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsakBqBJIuI/AAAAAAAAASY/KcumolDH0zg/s72-c/104906052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-6626370682818175341</id><published>2007-08-16T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:53:59.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not updating much due to busy schedule and I'm seriously deprived of sleep! I've to rush off to draw later! So, I'm merely just update y'all with my photo! I love this latest one! HAHAHA. Shut up, its my blog so if you wanna view my blog, you've to bear with my face!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsRj4aBJIsI/AAAAAAAAASI/AK83DD_XgPM/s1600-h/c(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099310498798183106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsRj4aBJIsI/AAAAAAAAASI/AK83DD_XgPM/s320/c(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; As mentioned, I've this Digital Animation project coming up. Yet to complete. Dateline extended to next Wednesday, 9am. Here's a glimpse of the characters.&lt;br /&gt;Dolly-&gt; Purple-head doll&lt;br /&gt;Dollina-&gt; Pink-head doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsRj4qBJItI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GJDVdIKY4rI/s1600-h/Dolly+&amp;+Dollina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099310503093150418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsRj4qBJItI/AAAAAAAAASQ/GJDVdIKY4rI/s320/Dolly+%26+Dollina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-6626370682818175341?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/6626370682818175341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=6626370682818175341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6626370682818175341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6626370682818175341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RsRj4aBJIsI/AAAAAAAAASI/AK83DD_XgPM/s72-c/c(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3609537796550640136</id><published>2007-08-08T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:55:42.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Entry</title><content type='html'>Met up with Miss Foo for some sort of lunch at Fosters last Saturday. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ambience&lt;/span&gt; was rather nice I think but the portion of food is super small! Don't wish to elaborate much. After the lunch, we wanted to watch Harry Potter in town but unfortunately, we ain't able to get the tickets. Instead we went over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vil'age&lt;/span&gt; for some late-afternoon snacks. Ended up eating things like baked rice etc. Was rather nice having such get-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;! Some photos can be seen below. We kept forgetting to snap photos with Miss Foo. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RrnQ9NC0NfI/AAAAAAAAARw/F_INuQm_emA/s1600-h/P1160658(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096334203238495730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RrnQ9NC0NfI/AAAAAAAAARw/F_INuQm_emA/s320/P1160658(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RrnQ9dC0NgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sX56uml439A/s1600-h/P1160657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096334207533463042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RrnQ9dC0NgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sX56uml439A/s320/P1160657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RrnQ9tC0NhI/AAAAAAAAASA/XspMeilDRWo/s1600-h/P1160659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096334211828430354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RrnQ9tC0NhI/AAAAAAAAASA/XspMeilDRWo/s320/P1160659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had the National Day/Sports Day/College Day celebration today. Came specially to help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Selvi&lt;/span&gt; to sell her drinks. Bill came in replace of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt;, who didn't wish to come 'cause of having to report at 7am. Anyway, it was rather fun. Took up quite some time of the others who waited for me to go East Coast together. My apologies for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; for me. I was rather pissed but didn't show it out (I guess). Instead, I came out with an excuse that I ain't feeling good. I'm pissed with the fact that some people actually promised someone to aid him in learning how to blade ended up abandoning the person and I've to take over. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the one who's learning how to roller blade. I spent the day teaching someone, &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; I ain't pissed with that 'cause I'm helping him to learn how to blade. I'm fucking pissed with the fact that the person who promised all sorts of things to the guy actually went off to enjoy his day without giving a fuck for the guy. Its not possible for me to simply leave that poor guy that to learn blading all by himself when he can barely go 200m without falling!!! The person still have the cheek to ask me why ain't I joining them! Basically, I can say that THE PERSON spoilt my fun by not keeping his promise! So I ended up teaching the poor guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left when their renting period end. I came out with the excuse that I need rest ain't well. I was suppose to join them for billiard but I left. Ended up taking bus number 16 to Suntec. On the way to Suntec, I was thinking to myself, wondering if I'm being the fool. Recently I felt that I'm being used and it seems like I'm being "under-appreciated". Its seems like I'm merely being used as a "study-help" for someone. Perhaps I'm just being over-paranoid. Perhaps its just me. I'm thinking too much. I guess I seriously have to just walk away before I witness more hurtful stuff. I don't wish to see friends drifting apart. I feel that it would be better if we just end some things here and now. Call me someone who ain't being a real CLOSE FRIEND. For all I care, I don't wish to be hurt once again by someone I deem as a close friend. People who are closest to you tends to hurt you most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time for me to just walk away and learn how to be more heartless in a sense. I should never ever look back again. I'm walking away. I'm gone. This time, everything's over. This is because I'm simply too tired. I need to rest and that would mean that I'll not give a fuck for some things. I need to let things breathe, this is the only solution in my point of view. Currently in my 'High School' days,  I feel that I'd be better off on my own. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: This is a personal entry. So don't go around telling people all these. If I find out, I'd kick the shit out of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-3609537796550640136?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3609537796550640136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3609537796550640136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3609537796550640136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3609537796550640136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-entry.html' title='Another Entry'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RrnQ9NC0NfI/AAAAAAAAARw/F_INuQm_emA/s72-c/P1160658(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-1541240387679681144</id><published>2007-08-04T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T10:49:48.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, I'm updating my blog! I know y'all missed my entries don't cha? Well, there's simply too much happening these few weeks that I seriously can't be bothered to update the blog at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I got to submit a Digital Animation project by 17 August 2007 and I've yet to start on it. I've no fucking idea what to do with it. Bleeding hell, can't even stick the things together! Wtf! So dead. That's 30% of my promos and I think it'll turn out to be shit. Recently the teacher approached me and asked me if I'm interested in H3 Art once again. She said she saw an improvement in my results and she's glad that my Geography and Economics have improved. BUT, she thinks it ain't enough. She's 'worried' for my H3 written paper which can be about anything under the sun. E.g. "How is art evident in the American Culture" etc. So, she said, only the promos will tell whether I'm capable of doing H3. She said I've got the potential. Yeah, potential - I don't think potential is &lt;strong&gt;ENOUGH&lt;/strong&gt; for one to be &lt;strong&gt;CAPABLE&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm such a cynic! That seriously dampened my mood on Wednesday. What's more, the other person that she's considering for H3 Art is my rival. Don't really like her presence though but still, I see her as a friend. HAHAHAHA. Am I being superficial?? I don't think so. I don't hate her as a person but I don't like her being in my way for Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now something funny to show y'all. My JC mate, Edmund, he drew this human being on his own notes I think. HAHAHAHA! Its super funny and cute!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA The shoulders are like a camel's humps! HHAHAAHHAHAHA! I always adore these kind of kidish drawings! Serious!!! I sparks a lot of memories!!!!!!! I can't stop laughing at the photo. But the resolution is a bit blurry! For your information its not snapped by any of my mobile phones. Its by Edmund's. Don't blame it on my phone's resolutions!!! (Below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RrPjmtC0NdI/AAAAAAAAARg/mgholhn3W14/s1600-h/240720072422.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094665857552102866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RrPjmtC0NdI/AAAAAAAAARg/mgholhn3W14/s320/240720072422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; My Econs teacher is leaving. She's always clad in some weird kind of clothes. But she's alright sometimes. She's famous for her curly permed hair, '&lt;strong&gt;unorthodox&lt;/strong&gt;' dressing (don't even know if you can consider that unorthodox or WEIRD) and of course, her BOOTS. She wears hot-ass boots! HAHAHA! Anyway she's leaving and she told me that I'm doing fine for Econs and she's sure I can get through this year's promos. Like how very convincing when I scored just 11/20 for the Case Study test. The highest was 12/20. How very convincing! Group photo is as shown below!! Shit, my body posture is super ugly! Fuck that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eew, like why is that disgusting &lt;strong&gt;creature&lt;/strong&gt; hugging 2 girls in my class. Poor girls. I simply hate guys who go around thinking they're like some sort of ladies'-man. Oops, some &lt;strong&gt;creature&lt;/strong&gt; is gonna preach about his religion to me AGAIN. *Rolls eyes* Sigh some people are simply BIG PIECE OF WALKING SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RrPjmtC0NeI/AAAAAAAAARo/EbacwlTqWE8/s1600-h/DSC03320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094665857552102882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RrPjmtC0NeI/AAAAAAAAARo/EbacwlTqWE8/s320/DSC03320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-1541240387679681144?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/1541240387679681144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=1541240387679681144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1541240387679681144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1541240387679681144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/08/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RrPjmtC0NdI/AAAAAAAAARg/mgholhn3W14/s72-c/240720072422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7566910927737672718</id><published>2007-07-08T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:20:11.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RpD_gI4XUwI/AAAAAAAAARY/lsMVdVZ1aSw/s1600-h/P1160569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084844906906080002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RpD_gI4XUwI/AAAAAAAAARY/lsMVdVZ1aSw/s320/P1160569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went out for a farewell lunch for Iris together with Zhi Xue, Wen Pey &amp; Clarice. Iris is going back to Australia &amp;amp; would be coming back only at the end of the year. She came back and went back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought another pair of Esprit jeans at just $29.90! HAHA, what harvest! For once, mum says its nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. This entry is for Iris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DEAREST THE BIMPO, PLEASE TAKE CARE IN AUSSIE. LESS HUNKS WILL BE GOOD FOR YOUR HEALTH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/13071259-7566910927737672718?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7566910927737672718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7566910927737672718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7566910927737672718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7566910927737672718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RpD_gI4XUwI/AAAAAAAAARY/lsMVdVZ1aSw/s72-c/P1160569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-8736711627442358160</id><published>2007-07-08T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:22:40.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07/07/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ro_YOo4XUvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/CfLd9GvQn6Y/s1600-h/P1160568(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084520250328175346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ro_YOo4XUvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/CfLd9GvQn6Y/s320/P1160568(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It's 07/07/07 today and Live Earth is on today!!!!!! Mum and I went green today. Not literally went green (Gosh we'd be in the hospital if we serious went green!) but we wore green shirts. I told mum to wear green today and she seriously did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Sakae for dinner, just the 2 of us. And we're seriously supportive of Live Earth. However, mum doesn't know how to appreciate the concert and she has got no idea who the artists are. Anyway, we shared our support by wearing green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I wore my house t-shirt today for training 'cause its green in colour! See, I'm such an environmentally friendly kid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAISE ME, C'MON!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/13071259-8736711627442358160?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/8736711627442358160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=8736711627442358160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8736711627442358160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8736711627442358160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-070707-today-and-live-earth-is-on.html' title='07/07/07'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ro_YOo4XUvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/CfLd9GvQn6Y/s72-c/P1160568(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3732756309185182022</id><published>2007-07-05T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:19:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Events That Happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, an additional update on 2 July 2007. I went out with Iris, Clarice, Ming Cheng (Mary Cheng), Wei Xian (Goody Goody), Ilham and Kai Ee to catch Transformers. Was a real wonderful movie. Rather entertaining!! *Sings* "TRANSFORMERS. ROBOTS IN DISGUISE!" HAHAHAHA! Clarice fell asleep. How very not convincing when I say its nice. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we walked pass the Simpsons and decided to snap a photo together! Below shows the photo. The stupid stranger said 1, 2, 3 so quickly until no time pose properly! Wtf!!! However, it turned out to be a nice photo! Gotta put it on my iPod! HAHAHA!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ro0KXY4XUtI/AAAAAAAAARA/a4zh7N38RzY/s1600-h/Family+Portrait+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083730951303287506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ro0KXY4XUtI/AAAAAAAAARA/a4zh7N38RzY/s320/Family+Portrait+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual, Iris &amp; I decided to do something rubbish! She'll kiss the Dad's face while I hug the Mum's irresistably sexy hair! HAHAHAHA! Her hair looks like blue grapes! HAHAHA! YES. They're cheating on one another. And Iris &amp;amp; I are the THIRD PARTIES. Wait, should be third and fourth party respectively!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ro0KX44XUuI/AAAAAAAAARI/A4s6xZ-bZg0/s1600-h/Family+Portrait+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083730959893222114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ro0KX44XUuI/AAAAAAAAARI/A4s6xZ-bZg0/s320/Family+Portrait+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;This entry is just an update. Its an add on to the previous entry. Still, HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOODY GOODY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-3732756309185182022?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3732756309185182022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3732756309185182022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3732756309185182022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3732756309185182022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/07/events-that-happened.html' title='Events That Happened'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ro0KXY4XUtI/AAAAAAAAARA/a4zh7N38RzY/s72-c/Family+Portrait+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7442890299163233575</id><published>2007-07-05T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:02:09.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I start the entry, I would like to wish Goody Goody Chua Wei Xian a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOODY GOODY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis' boyfriend came back from Nepal for some training. He got me this traditional sling pouch from there. Oh god, how am I gonna match with any clothes?! Wtf! Someone teach me how. (Below)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ro0GHY4XUrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ujCBKdhU62E/s1600-h/P1160468.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083726278378869426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ro0GHY4XUrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ujCBKdhU62E/s320/P1160468.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I met up with Zhi Xue today to get him to help me burn some discs, I found this mini fan which I totally need it 'cause its uber hot during the afternoons when I have tutorials. So, I got this. What's more, its kero kero keropi!! HAHAHA! Super cute. Gotta bring it to school starting tommorrow!!! HAHAHAHAHAH (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ro0GHo4XUsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7cE9xhSvmxc/s1600-h/P1160566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083726282673836738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ro0GHo4XUsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7cE9xhSvmxc/s320/P1160566.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still have yet to get all my results. Going crazy because of it. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-7442890299163233575?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7442890299163233575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7442890299163233575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7442890299163233575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7442890299163233575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/07/5-july.html' title='5 July'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ro0GHY4XUrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ujCBKdhU62E/s72-c/P1160468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-6629174068538116578</id><published>2007-07-01T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:24:30.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't see what I blogged while you viewers can! WTF! Stupid blog of mine!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-6629174068538116578?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/6629174068538116578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=6629174068538116578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6629174068538116578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6629174068538116578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/07/wtf-ness.html' title='WTF-ness'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-6982124391829031954</id><published>2007-06-30T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:06:17.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHONE + THANK YOUs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, got another phone today. Got it for the sake of getting it 'cause of firstly, the GST rise tomorrow and secondly for extending my contract. Can't take it when I extend a plan and not make full use of the opportunity to get a new phone. Wanted to take the $0 phone but they're super ugly! Wanted the Samsung E250 'cause it has got a purple one! I love the purple one but stupid Singtel doesn't sell that phone and same goes for the other operators. Only those small firms sell the phone. But most of them sell contractless ones. PLUS, they only have the edition of white and pink! Like to hell with the colour pink!!!!! I WANT THE SAMSUNG E250 ROYAL PURPLE! WHO'S GETTING ME ONE? Just $298 without contract!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got the Motorola RAZR V3xx at just $98. What to do? Its the cheapest apart from the $0 phones. I want some phones which can speak style. Yes, I've already got a RAZR. This is 3G. I got it for the sake of extending contract and I ain't sure why I got it! WTF! I'm such a spoilt brat. Spending $$$ like I don't give a fuck! Save me before I spend all my savings! Hopefully the raise of GST by 2% can bring down my spending habits! 7% GST means I cannot have Sakae Buffet by myself frequently like how I used to! (Oops! Didn't mean to blah out everything!). Sometimes I think I'm super spoilt in some sense. I should be saving up for rainy days (Rain? Jung Ji-hun? HAHAHA!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh ya, that stupid sales assistant! Oh god I swear I'm going to slap him if I see him on the streets! Mark Low (I think its his name!), if I see you, I'll slap you! Bloody hell, he said he'll transfer my contacts in my SIM card to the new 3G SIM card, but when I came home, the fucking contacts are all gone!!!!!!! Fuck it! I'm fucking pissed right now. Like how pissed I am after spending on a new phone when I plan on getting the Samsung one! I want the Royal Purple phone. Anyway, I used to love the Dolce &amp; Gabbana phone but its too expensive!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What more can I do? I've got the phone. Instead of hating it 'cause I got it without hesitation (which I'm pissed with myself about), I should love it as much as my MOTO(RED)! I'll call my new RAZR MOTO(ORANGE)! HAHAHA! I can't believe why I got myself a 3G phone when I don't need one!! Slap me!!! Slap me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a schedule for the MOTO usage. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, I'll use my MOTO(RED) while on Thursday, Friday, Saturday, I'll use my MOTO(ORANGE) while alternate Sundays, I'll use my long abandoned Panasonic X70, X800, and Nokia 3660! HAHAHAHA! Nice planning by me, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZc-o4XUoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/v9JiDLOtPwE/s1600-h/P1160501+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081851460729655938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZc-o4XUoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/v9JiDLOtPwE/s320/P1160501+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My MOTO(ORANGE)! I wanna get that Singtel sticker out! It's destroying my Motorola's image! (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZc-44XUpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/juWCLSwC8kU/s1600-h/P1160502.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081851465024623250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZc-44XUpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/juWCLSwC8kU/s320/P1160502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum questioned why I got the phone and that it looks exactly the same (pattern) as my MOTO(RED). I told mum that its the next best alternative apart from the $0 phones. Also, I think its cool to have a phone of same looks but different functions. An analogy - Save range of clothes, different colours! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZc_o4XUqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/K9kdI7umzio/s1600-h/P1160503.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081851477909525154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZc_o4XUqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/K9kdI7umzio/s320/P1160503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&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/13071259-6982124391829031954?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/6982124391829031954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=6982124391829031954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6982124391829031954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6982124391829031954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/06/phone-thank-yous.html' title='PHONE + THANK YOUs'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZc-o4XUoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/v9JiDLOtPwE/s72-c/P1160501+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2322259567367041826</id><published>2007-06-30T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:34:48.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Yous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: THE ABOVE MENTION NAMES MAY BE A MYTH TO SOME VIEWERS. PHOTOS OF EDMUND AND MENG CHUAN CAN BE SEEN IN PREVIOUS MONTH'S ENTRY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went training today and I got a surprise from my classmates Edmund, Meng Chuan and some of my classmates (namely Bill, Meng Hang &amp; Jeremy though they ain't around to pass me the gift). Was indeed surprise. Didn't expect them to get me a gift after sending me birthday wishes. I thought Edmund forgot my birthday anyway. So happy!!!! I feel so loved! I always love surprises!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund &amp;amp; Meng Chuan passed me the present and told me that this gift can only be used at night. It sounded very wrong! HAHAHA! Came home and unwrap the present!!!! Photos are below!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The present before I unwrapped the gift!!! (Below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZYSo4XUjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/YomVI14hj_8/s1600-h/P1160488.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081846306768900658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZYSo4XUjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/YomVI14hj_8/s320/P1160488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a very happy kid!!! HAHAHA I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZYS44XUkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/OvHphK5F9qQ/s1600-h/P1160495+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081846311063867970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZYS44XUkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/OvHphK5F9qQ/s320/P1160495+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup, they got me this Fibre Optic Lamp (Below). The gift ain't really feasible, but I do think it's very nice of them to get me something so interesting. Its the thought that count and I do appreciate the gift a lot. I'm not a materialistic kid ok! I'm usually misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZYS44XUlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/nYmrte2d7xc/s1600-h/P1160496.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081846311063867986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZYS44XUlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/nYmrte2d7xc/s320/P1160496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As seen in the day (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZYTI4XUmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0LM30bH4dwM/s1600-h/P1160497.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081846315358835298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZYTI4XUmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0LM30bH4dwM/s320/P1160497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the lights go down, this is how it looks like! (Below) However, this isn't how it looks like at night. It's so much nicer! Now, the problem is.....WHERE DO I PUT IT?! 'Cause I've got limited space in my room!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZYTI4XUnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gA_ZBln3FhA/s1600-h/P1160504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081846315358835314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZYTI4XUnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gA_ZBln3FhA/s320/P1160504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. : DEAREST READER, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MISS SEOW ZHI XIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, THANK YOU FOR THE NAMETAG OR WHAT EVER YOU CALL THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO SWEET OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE IT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SEE, FOR YOU, I PUT THE FONT UP TO THE LARGEST SIZE!&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR YOU MY REGULAR READER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE TAG ONCE YOU SEE IT!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-2322259567367041826?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2322259567367041826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2322259567367041826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2322259567367041826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2322259567367041826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-yous.html' title='Thank Yous'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RoZYSo4XUjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/YomVI14hj_8/s72-c/P1160488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-5616073761027511079</id><published>2007-06-25T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:09:06.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEST FRIEND, RAIN/BI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DAY BEST FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;, RAIN/BI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn6WU1986QI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UP3noX6lAvw/s1600-h/543396279l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079662714548971778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn6WU1986QI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UP3noX6lAvw/s320/543396279l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn6WU1986RI/AAAAAAAAAPo/23uSv8dy6hg/s1600-h/547352217l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079662714548971794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn6WU1986RI/AAAAAAAAAPo/23uSv8dy6hg/s320/547352217l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOREA, SPARKLING!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;*Sings*&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'CAUSE I'M YOUR FRIEND FOREVER, DON'T FORGET!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-5616073761027511079?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/5616073761027511079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=5616073761027511079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5616073761027511079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5616073761027511079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-best-friend-rainbi.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEST FRIEND, RAIN/BI'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn6WU1986QI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UP3noX6lAvw/s72-c/543396279l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-5695757513257547429</id><published>2007-06-24T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T19:40:26.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY GLENN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, this entry consist of the update of 17th June 2007. Had birthday lunch with family. It's dad's birthday too! We had International Buffet at Sakura located near NTU. Paid $22 each, I would say, its quite worth it! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attacked the frigging sashimi 1st! Oh they've got this cold Udon as appetitizer. I love it! As seen below, you can see how wonderful it is! HAHAHAH! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5WzF986LI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ikRuzSdyTJk/s1600-h/17-06-07_1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079592865495836850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5WzF986LI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ikRuzSdyTJk/s320/17-06-07_1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis with my beloved Popo!!!!!!!! Stupid sis keep insisting that I snap a photo of her. What rubbish! (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5WzV986MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pjLo4PAtJwU/s1600-h/17-06-07_1322(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079592869790804162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5WzV986MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pjLo4PAtJwU/s320/17-06-07_1322(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum and sis. Mum said she've to slim down after that buffet, but I don't think she's practicing what she preached. (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5WzV986NI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZNHtx9UoUa4/s1600-h/17-06-07_1327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079592869790804178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5WzV986NI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZNHtx9UoUa4/s320/17-06-07_1327.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They've got a free flow of Strawberry Smiles!!!! Super wonderful can! I cleared more than half the tub. Its buffet what! Don't stare at me with that kind of face ok!!!!!! (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5WzV986OI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/b-a4wPKFn8E/s1600-h/17-06-07_1332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079592869790804194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5WzV986OI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/b-a4wPKFn8E/s320/17-06-07_1332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a photo I snapped while trying out the Fred Perry shirt. HAHAHA! Didn't expect to snap such clear photos with my Moto(red). HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5Wzl986PI/AAAAAAAAAPY/J-etIxdgxyw/s1600-h/21-06-07_1526+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079592874085771506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5Wzl986PI/AAAAAAAAAPY/J-etIxdgxyw/s320/21-06-07_1526+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-5695757513257547429?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/5695757513257547429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=5695757513257547429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5695757513257547429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5695757513257547429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-glenn_24.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY GLENN!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5WzF986LI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ikRuzSdyTJk/s72-c/17-06-07_1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-6327509279542202369</id><published>2007-06-24T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T19:32:49.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY GLENN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before blogging, I'm here to wish &lt;strong&gt;GLENN CHEONG ZHI AN&lt;/strong&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;18TH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079592238430611618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5WOl986KI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IJe8N1yadLs/s320/4E1+Chevrons+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some photos take from my Moto(red). OK, I just discovered there ain't much on the BBQ. Anyway, the photo below shows the few in-charge of cooking food! HAHAHA! Stupid Pei Yuan, never take down my order of 3 Satays, 2 Otaks and 1 Chicken Wing!!!!!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5UJF986GI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O0V4KquBhoY/s1600-h/18-06-07_1946+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079589944918075490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5UJF986GI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O0V4KquBhoY/s320/18-06-07_1946+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We snapped this photo 'cause Yan Lin and Hui Xin were busy snapping reflection photos. So we took this to somewhat mock at them! HAHAHAHA! (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5UJV986HI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-CwXKFUSBzQ/s1600-h/18-06-07_2143+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079589949213042802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5UJV986HI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-CwXKFUSBzQ/s320/18-06-07_2143+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHAHA! I like this photo! Super rubbish! Snapped by The Chopper Girl, Clarice Ng! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! Super wtf this photo!!! (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5UJV986II/AAAAAAAAAOg/lOVJt3CTGOM/s1600-h/18-06-07_2150+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079589949213042818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5UJV986II/AAAAAAAAAOg/lOVJt3CTGOM/s320/18-06-07_2150+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's all for the photos of the BBQ taken by me. HAHA! Pathetic few.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY GLENN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Once again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-6327509279542202369?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/6327509279542202369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=6327509279542202369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6327509279542202369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6327509279542202369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-glenn.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY GLENN!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rn5WOl986KI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IJe8N1yadLs/s72-c/4E1+Chevrons+(12).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2869185754026639124</id><published>2007-06-23T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:18:39.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FRED PERRY POLO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwP_V986FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3rzrXiWoeKM/s1600-h/P1160467.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078952060670240850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwP_V986FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3rzrXiWoeKM/s320/P1160467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I got myself a Fred Perry Polo T-shirt at Factory Outlet Store. I love the store for it enables you to dig out branded goods at cheap prices! This is due to it being rejected by the stores (perhaps defective?) Anyway, I don't see much defects here and no one knows if it is anyway! Who cares, its real. Shut up, I'm not cheapskate! I'm just being witty enough to purchase them! I sure can't afford getting plain polo t-shirt at $100+++! Who cares, as long as I've got more style than you (the one scolding me cheapskate - if any)! Its not like I'm buying FAKE pasar malam ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE FRED PERRY stuffs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/13071259-2869185754026639124?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2869185754026639124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2869185754026639124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2869185754026639124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2869185754026639124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/06/updates.html' title='MY FRED PERRY POLO!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwP_V986FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3rzrXiWoeKM/s72-c/P1160467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7584896686548619888</id><published>2007-06-23T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:07:06.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th June (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a chalet on 18th June 2007 at Chevrons with 4E1. Was wonderfully great though most of them left due to exams. Still, it was nice! Had a post-birthday celebration! So sweet of them! And the truth is, I've not cut a cake and distribute it to over 5 people before. Anyway, thanks 4E1s!!!!!!!!!! Well, we stayed overnight and did loads of crazy stuff like snapping rubbish photos, and creating "amateur" Paris Hilton "sex-tape" (sound included!). HAHAHAHA! Iris, we sure win Paris Hilton! HAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Played Mahjong with Clement, Ming Cheng, Jessica, Pei Yuan, Jia Li, Ling Min and Wei Qing (Different timing, DUH! How to play mahjong with so many?). Slept only for less than an hour! Was like a walking Zombie after that! I'm a bit lazy to type out the entire Chalet thing. So, too bad if you ain't there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS WEE JIAO (CLEMENT) for setting up the fire and BBQing food for me! HAHAHA! Special thanks to me and Ang Ying (Yiting) for BBQing wonderful tasting chicken wings in the middle of the night for ourselves. HAHAHA! Btw, Ang Ying, ain't the Otaks wonderful? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! I remembered something! Wei Xian, Me, Iris, Clarice, Ang Ying were happily chatting in the air-con room and the busybody Ling Min couldn't help but listen to our conversation and pretend to sleep! HAHAHAHA! Jia Li slept like nobody's business, unlike Ling Ming! Wen Pey insisted that she was awake, but dozed off almost immediately while Khai Liang slept like God's business. In the midst of our conversation, Ang Ying became abit sleepy. We asked her if she want to sleep, she insisted that she can continue! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, once we turned around, she knocked out! Comical bunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwLiV986AI/AAAAAAAAANg/6HtMNEF-Y_I/s1600-h/DSC09282.1JPG(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078947164407523330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwLiV986AI/AAAAAAAAANg/6HtMNEF-Y_I/s320/DSC09282.1JPG(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The partial 4E1 (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwLil986BI/AAAAAAAAANo/AKyuVrM0-sI/s1600-h/DSC09286.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078947168702490642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwLil986BI/AAAAAAAAANo/AKyuVrM0-sI/s320/DSC09286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some funny captions added to the photos that we took! The one with Clarice is classic! HAHAHA! Enjoy her repertiore! So frightening can! Uber psychotic! AHAHAH! (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwLil986CI/AAAAAAAAANw/D_-0PXKszzs/s1600-h/4E1+Chevrons+(53)Murderscene.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078947168702490658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwLil986CI/AAAAAAAAANw/D_-0PXKszzs/s320/4E1+Chevrons+(53)Murderscene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;*Sings with The Pussycat Dolls' sexiness* "C'mon Baby loosen up my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muttons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; babe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwLi1986DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/GoEpYZcUM5M/s1600-h/4E1+Chevrons+(44)edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078947172997457970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwLi1986DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/GoEpYZcUM5M/s320/4E1+Chevrons+(44)edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; Ignore Harley Davidson! We've our very own imaginery VRRRROOOMS! HAHAHAHAHAH! (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwLi1986EI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Bu7XEwWapFM/s1600-h/4E1+Chevrons+(40).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078947172997457986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwLi1986EI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Bu7XEwWapFM/s320/4E1+Chevrons+(40).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;More photos, but I've to edit and abstract some from my Motorola! HAHAHA, so stay tuned!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-7584896686548619888?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7584896686548619888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7584896686548619888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7584896686548619888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7584896686548619888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/06/18th-june-1.html' title='18th June (1)'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnwLiV986AI/AAAAAAAAANg/6HtMNEF-Y_I/s72-c/DSC09282.1JPG(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3247218461005741361</id><published>2007-06-14T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:01:25.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Had Economics test yesterday and damn was it sucky! Didn't have the frigging time to finish it! Anyway, Laura &amp; Rui Shan (my ex-classmates and fellow retainees) wanted me to pick a present as my birthday gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, we went IMM. Went into Esprit to try some jeans etc. Got fed up 'cause I can't squeeze into some. Went around and I found this jacket! I needed a jacket anyway 'cause one of my Adidas is getting a bit too small! Oh! The Esprit Jacket cost $49.90 due to clearance sale! As I mentioned before, the Esprit Outlet in IMM sells nice things at cheap rates 'cause its the previous season's clothes. No harm getting them I think. Who cares when you get the clothes, as long as you know how to match, who'd give a fuck? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, this jacket is plain. I love my branded things plain! I just don't know why! I love it to bits and pieces now! The front view is shown below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnFftV9859I/AAAAAAAAANI/FLJFXob2l20/s1600-h/P1160456.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075943487619000274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnFftV9859I/AAAAAAAAANI/FLJFXob2l20/s320/P1160456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; Back view (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnFftl985-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/yqyIrW0CeG8/s1600-h/P1160457.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075943491913967586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnFftl985-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/yqyIrW0CeG8/s320/P1160457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; Ok, this is how I'd look in lecture theatres when I'm clad in that jacket! HAHAHA! I tried it 30 minutes today before my lesson starts- and I was still at home at 7.30am when lesson starts at 8am! HAHAHA! Obviously, I was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FASHIONABLY&lt;/span&gt; late for school. Who cares. Its better late than never, ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnFft1985_I/AAAAAAAAANY/EjTEmYFp398/s1600-h/P1160458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075943496208934898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnFft1985_I/AAAAAAAAANY/EjTEmYFp398/s320/P1160458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Few more days till my birthday. Not even a single birthday wish from my classmate. Today was the last day I'd see them until school reopens. Fine, I'm so used to feeling insignificant anyway. Of all people, I thought some of them would know (For your information I didn't keep emphasizing on my birthday ok!) They should take the initiative to ask! It shows how much my classmates care! Fuck anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-3247218461005741361?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3247218461005741361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3247218461005741361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3247218461005741361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3247218461005741361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/06/whore.html' title='WHORE'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RnFftV9859I/AAAAAAAAANI/FLJFXob2l20/s72-c/P1160456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2536741861882495663</id><published>2007-06-11T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:26:19.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rm0SCF9858I/AAAAAAAAANA/1FBaELKaBxg/s1600-h/editted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074732182287476674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rm0SCF9858I/AAAAAAAAANA/1FBaELKaBxg/s320/editted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Firsly, I would love to thank Xiu Ling for the pre-hand birthday treat! THANK YOU SO MUCH, XIU LING!!! We had a real good chat last Wednesday!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday week. Boring. I don't wanna get old. I wanna be forever 17! Some heartless JC students are having their exams next week and none are willing to come out. There goes my Birthday! OH FUCK. I just remembered its America's Next Top Model Cycle 7's final episode on my birthday! Gosh. Like that must come home watch! Barely any of my classmates are bothered about my birthday! So typical of them. Anyway, I'm so used to not receiving much on my birthday except for those warm nice messages! I always love it when people wish me happy birthday at the strike of midnight! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT FOR THOSE WHO ARE READING THIS, THIS DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU CAN JUST MESSAGE ME AND FORGET ABOUT MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT! ITS MY 18TH BIRTHDAY FOR FUCK SAKE? AND HELL NO AM I EATING AT KFC!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The truth is, actually I'm not really particular about the price of the gift. Serious, its the thought that counts! So serious! But still, who won't like it when someone can get you branded goods?! Duh!&lt;/span&gt; I'm not always materialistic, fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Was scanning through some folders and I found this classic shot taken by Clarice Ng when we were celebrating something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;HAHAHAHA I LOVE THE CLASSIC FACIAL EXPRESSION OF ME &amp;amp; IRIS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-2536741861882495663?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2536741861882495663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2536741861882495663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2536741861882495663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2536741861882495663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/06/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rm0SCF9858I/AAAAAAAAANA/1FBaELKaBxg/s72-c/editted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3570658061233031034</id><published>2007-06-05T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:47:00.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK SHIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm super sad today!!!!!! Saw my Art results and fuck shit it. I got an U-grade for one of the graded assignment! Can you fucking believe it?! I swore I'd slap &amp; kill myself if I get below 60. Now, I got a 37/100!!!! HISTORICAL EVENT! Fuck I hate Art now. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everything! I DECLARE MY HATRED TO ART NOW! I've a feeling its the Audrey Hepburn drawing which got me this grade! I HATE DRAWING HUMAN BEINGS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FLUNK ART, I'M BETTER OFF DEAD!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmWEcl9856I/AAAAAAAAAMw/eOATs7sDUeA/s1600-h/RESULTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072606182065891234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmWEcl9856I/AAAAAAAAAMw/eOATs7sDUeA/s320/RESULTS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dug out a DKNY from the depths of my closet! And I tried it on!!!! I CAN DO HIGH FASHION PHOTOS OK! Fine, I'm just overwhelmed by the atrocious results! Fine. I'm stabbing myself with pencils!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmWEcl9857I/AAAAAAAAAM4/KEIrP27Xx-0/s1600-h/New+Imagedenim+copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072606182065891250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmWEcl9857I/AAAAAAAAAM4/KEIrP27Xx-0/s320/New+Imagedenim+copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-3570658061233031034?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3570658061233031034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3570658061233031034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3570658061233031034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3570658061233031034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/06/fuck-shit.html' title='FUCK SHIT'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmWEcl9856I/AAAAAAAAAMw/eOATs7sDUeA/s72-c/RESULTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-5685571411045777218</id><published>2007-06-04T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:37:34.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wau Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As some of you know, I had my Malay Kite (Wau) making competition at Catholic Junior College last Saturday. My group and I gave our best but we still got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the fucking 3rd place!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It won't be that fucking mad if you lost to schools that deserves it. The fucking 1st place was Anderson Junior College with their kid-ish Wau. I think the illustrator of Strawberry Shortcake did a better job than them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We lost to National Junior College, but they're really good, so we didn't mind losing. The judges are blind!!! They gave us a third and Hwa Chong Institution didn't win anything when their work is quite good (so much better than the winner!!!). Blame it on our luck! But still, its a fun time!!!! We had fun dissing the random Catholic Junior College guy who randomly came to our tables and go "HMMMMM..."! Super random can, and its like every 15 minutes once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmP1m3R4y_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/DwBRj1l6DEk/s1600-h/P1160293.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072167653372120050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmP1m3R4y_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/DwBRj1l6DEk/s320/P1160293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I love my lilly pads! HAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmP1nXR4zAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_Tam73vrZsw/s1600-h/P1160298.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072167661962054658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmP1nXR4zAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_Tam73vrZsw/s320/P1160298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Above, is our Wow Wau. The lilly pads and buds are done by yours truly!!! HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmP1nXR4zBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wv-MMUs-SkQ/s1600-h/P1160299.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072167661962054674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmP1nXR4zBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wv-MMUs-SkQ/s320/P1160299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Adding some final touches (Above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmP1nnR4zCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/03nxnPeQjM0/s1600-h/P1160302.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072167666257021986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmP1nnR4zCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/03nxnPeQjM0/s320/P1160302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Team members posing with our Wow Wau! (Above)&lt;br /&gt;The lotus was done by Ching Lin aka Ching (girl on extreme left)&lt;br /&gt;Scenery etc done by Suhaidah aka Sue &amp; Prunella (girls in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;Lilly pad, buds and flowers on the trees done by yours truly (extreme right if you can't spot me! HAHAHAA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said for the Wau. Its making my blood boil 'cause we lost to some..... forget it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I BOUGHT A NEW SHOE!!!!!!!!!! SHUT UP IF YOU SAY IT LOOKS ...'M' (I may get sued if I type this!) I LIKE IT OK!&lt;br /&gt;Cost me $39.90 after discount! And it comes with this weird kuku bag! HAHAHAAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmP1n3R4zDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y0c4tr-pdy8/s1600-h/P1160304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072167670551989298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmP1n3R4zDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y0c4tr-pdy8/s320/P1160304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-5685571411045777218?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/5685571411045777218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=5685571411045777218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5685571411045777218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5685571411045777218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/06/wau-competition.html' title='Wau Competition'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RmP1m3R4y_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/DwBRj1l6DEk/s72-c/P1160293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-8770445786809119980</id><published>2007-05-30T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:26:51.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rl2WH3R4y-I/AAAAAAAAALw/P_XrRagXI4c/s1600-h/FULL+HOUSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070373817331272674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rl2WH3R4y-I/AAAAAAAAALw/P_XrRagXI4c/s320/FULL+HOUSE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dearest primary school best friend, Xiu Ling, loan me her 풀하우스 (Full House) VCDs. It got me hooked like crazy!!!!! I would give the drama a 3.5-4/5. Its so sad in the middle portion while its disgustingly sweet (a good thing) at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Jeong Ji-Hun, is the lead actor. Also, there's the volcanic lava hot, Song Hye Kyo. As you can see, the two are the ones on the right. Forget about those two on the left. But I must say the other female is rather pretty (though she's a bitch in that drama). As for the other guy, forget it. Xiu Ling thinks otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't giving you people any spoilers or something!!! OMG, Song Hye Kyo is sizzling hot. She's so hot, I like. But she's a bit short. Who cares, she's hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-8770445786809119980?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/8770445786809119980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=8770445786809119980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8770445786809119980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8770445786809119980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/05/full-house.html' title='Full House!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rl2WH3R4y-I/AAAAAAAAALw/P_XrRagXI4c/s72-c/FULL+HOUSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-49318992228535225</id><published>2007-05-26T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T01:08:20.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;As I've mentioned, I was dragged into this stupid Wau (Malay Kite) making competition hosted by Catholic Junior College. My college has been the winner for consecutively 2 years and now, they want it the 3rd time. So, we were given shit amount of stress 'cause we want to be this year's winner again. This year's theme (as mentioned in previous entry) is SERENITY! The truth is I find graveyards serene! Does that count? Also another fuck part about a Wau is that it must be symmetrical!!! Good things ain't easy to reproduce, especially the same image!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, the teacher-in-charge is super naggy. She claims she ain't an Art person (She's a Malay Language teacher) and yet she gave LOADS of comments on the work and whenever we propose something, she'd counter it with her idea and we MUST stick to it. Like wtf. Might as well she plan we draw like that? She keep drawing in past experiences and methods. HELLO! If she's gonna be so dead-stuck with the past success, there won't be any breakthrough and everything will be so PREDICTABLE! What's the point of using us when she's got a BIG mind of her own? Might as well she go do it herself and get the honours. Only know how to comment don't know how to action! Wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She planned to make us do loads of mocks before the real thing, in which we ain't suppose to be in any reference and must do the entire Wau in 2 hours 30 minutes. We finally came out with this layout which she's proud of it ('cause she edited ALL the ideas to suit her taste and preference of SERENITY- the theme). Then she made us do a mock-up today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was in-charged of the lower portion of the Wau (the lilly pads and buds). As you know, I'm super particular when it comes to painting. I want it near flawless and I must blend it until I find it acceptable. So, I'm rather slow in painting. But still, I manage to find my work in time! I believe in QUALITY work. And by rushing us, we won't be able to produce it! All/most Art students should know this very well! That woman just keeps coming up to me and say I'm slow. I superficially laughed it off and say, "'Cher, slow and stead wins the race!". Ok, though in this short period of time, I didn't manage to produce up-to-standard lillies + lilly pads, I still think rushing won't do any of us good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I think my lilly pads are a little rough due to my messy brushstrokes. Sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After this 1st mock-up, she claims she ain't satisfied and that it doesn't really portray serenity! Wtf! Now, she insist on having a Dragonfly on the lilly pad! Fuck shit! She jolly well know we're like facing time constrains yet she still wanna add shit Dragonflies into the work! Plus it must be symmetrical! I think it'd overcrowd the entire work! Instead of winning the 'SERENITY' title, we'd win the 'CLAUSTROPHOBIC' title then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is already fucking tough. For the testimonial I'm doing this shithole and baring all her nonsense! If its so easy, it won't be a competition! How I wish she can put herself in our shoes! She just demand and demand and demand! Wtf! We all have our own limits too! Just why won't she just shut up and listen to our point of view of the work? Art is so subjective and what she thinks looks serene may not be to people like the judges and also, me! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I consider the scene, of which it portrays me slapping her, serene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;She demanded for an early meet-up before 2nd Mock-up on Monday! She call me to be in school by 10am! Like Hello!? I lied that I can't and the earliest would be 11am. She's crazy! For Christ sake, I stay in Boon Lay and not her nearby Yishun Street 71 (not sure if this road exist, just made it up!) or something. I just can't help but keep rolling my eyes whenever she proposed something which she later would insist on! I fought for my lillies and lilly pad 'cause she wanted MORE of them. Crazy, it'll then be overgrowth of lillies in that lake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, here's our 1st mock-up. Feel free to comment on the work! And do comment on the lower portion done by YOURS TRULY. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlcP_nR4y8I/AAAAAAAAALg/4_bJfGs7Wo4/s1600-h/WAU.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068537491178965954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlcP_nR4y8I/AAAAAAAAALg/4_bJfGs7Wo4/s320/WAU.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our "Wow Wau!" HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlcQAHR4y9I/AAAAAAAAALo/b88dUI2jITI/s1600-h/WAU2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068537499768900562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlcQAHR4y9I/AAAAAAAAALo/b88dUI2jITI/s320/WAU2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photos are taken with my Motorola V3 (RED)'s VGA camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-49318992228535225?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/49318992228535225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=49318992228535225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/49318992228535225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/49318992228535225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/05/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlcP_nR4y8I/AAAAAAAAALg/4_bJfGs7Wo4/s72-c/WAU.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-6711890972140273963</id><published>2007-05-24T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:13:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 24 May 2007</title><content type='html'>Went back to school for the competition meeting. Suppose to print some information so I went to the Digital Media Art room to print them out. However, those stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iMacs&lt;/span&gt; can't read my file and gave me all the problems like not having Microsoft Words to open my file and even not being able to read the fucking printing. The teacher left me alone in the room to use it 'cause she has got lesson. So, to kill time while trying out even method to open/print the fucking file, I played with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt; installed in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iMac&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how nice it is to have an installed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt; and the software &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; is available? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;! Yup so I snapped some pictures and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;photoshopped&lt;/span&gt; one photo (below). And I sent them all to my e-mail. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! I didn't do anything illegal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! I only snapped the photos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;WHILE WAITING FOR THE STUPID &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;iMAC&lt;/span&gt; TO DOWNLOAD MY FILE OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'M SUPER INNOCENT! DON'T QUESTION MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;INTEGRITY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlVxRXR4y4I/AAAAAAAAALA/50t1-jMtLeQ/s1600-h/CAS9GHCZ1edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlVxRXR4y4I/AAAAAAAAALA/50t1-jMtLeQ/s1600-h/CAS9GHCZ1edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068081498796116866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlVxRXR4y4I/AAAAAAAAALA/50t1-jMtLeQ/s320/CAS9GHCZ1edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlVxR3R4y5I/AAAAAAAAALI/-ibuDCzOfdo/s1600-h/CAF2GN3H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068081507386051474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlVxR3R4y5I/AAAAAAAAALI/-ibuDCzOfdo/s320/CAF2GN3H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlVxR3R4y6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/9p9mNc1qajw/s1600-h/NewImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068081507386051490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlVxR3R4y6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/9p9mNc1qajw/s320/NewImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlVxSHR4y7I/AAAAAAAAALY/35N4cishvM8/s1600-h/NewImage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068081511681018802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlVxSHR4y7I/AAAAAAAAALY/35N4cishvM8/s320/NewImage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All these photos are not VISUALLY ENHANCED for your information! I'm natural now! Though there are still some scars from previous pimples!!!! OK! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DIDN'T EDIT MY FACE! JUST BACKGROUND OF THE FIRST ONE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU IF YOU THINK I EDITED MY FACE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-6711890972140273963?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/6711890972140273963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=6711890972140273963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6711890972140273963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6711890972140273963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/05/wednesday-24-may-2007.html' title='Wednesday 24 May 2007'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlVxRXR4y4I/AAAAAAAAALA/50t1-jMtLeQ/s72-c/CAS9GHCZ1edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-8135069290916975617</id><published>2007-05-22T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:15:19.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not sure why (perhaps just being paranoid), but I feel that I'm being blocked on MSN. Serious. Gosh, paranoia is getting the best of me. I feel that someone is getting really pissed with me and he/she blocks me after that. The truth is, I don't who's pissed with me and if he/she blocks me. I just feel that someone in my contact list just blocked me. Paranoia. I need the doctor before I seriously break down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And also, I realized that this year's birthday would be quite lonely. Seems like the JC people are all having their common tests. Sigh. Let it will be, then. Don't wish to age either. If I don't turn 18, I can still live in denial, believing that I didn't get fucking retained. I can't believe that I'd be coming out of Army at 22. And graduating at 26 (if I get into the course I want that is). LIKE HELLO! EVERYONE MY AGE IS FUCKING GRADUATING AT 25 (if he/she is going NIE that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, saw the 'Tour Korea' advertisement and WHOOAH! I saw my Best Friend, Jung Ji Hoon (aka Rain). Gracious, he make me wanna buy an air ticket and fly to Korea to eat Kimchi and fly back. HAHAHA! How I wish I'm like fucking rich. No need to be 'Paris-Hilton' rich, but at least can afford entire primary school to high school education in Singapore American School. Hmm, guess I would be getting myself a blueberry cake on my birthday. I'm still pissed, but with what I don't know. I'm still sad, over what I don't know too. I'm giggling for no reasons too. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD GRACIOUS, I THINK I'M LOSING SANITY!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-8135069290916975617?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/8135069290916975617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=8135069290916975617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8135069290916975617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8135069290916975617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogged.html' title='Blogged'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-6676872682844796048</id><published>2007-05-21T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:14:10.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just frigging discovered that I didn't blog like for a week! Gosh, my readers must've been pissed. Anyway, I had a terrible week last week. Got my 2.4KM grades and its a disappointment. So close yet I walked my time away! FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I got a lanyard for my Moto(Red). Its some Tamagotchi creature which came free with some mechanical 2B pencil lead which I bought from my school's bookshop. That creature has got the wtf face la! HAHA! Its quite cute until super wtf! Hahaha! It's as shown below. I'd name it "Starry-eye"! (Below) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlB_dHR4y0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/lw5RNloVJM8/s1600-h/P1160242+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066689718938815298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlB_dHR4y0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/lw5RNloVJM8/s320/P1160242+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, below are some photos snapped in class! I used Edmund's mobile phone camera and didn't expect the resolution to be so terrible from the front camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meng Chuan and Me. For your information, he pissed me off for the previous class outing! But still, I'm cool with him already! Its better to have an additional friend than a foe! (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066689723233782610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlB_dXR4y1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fqIKzZNkEGM/s320/New+ImageMCme1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Edmund (Below) - I swear I didn't edit much! I just touched up a bit!!!!!!!!!!!! BELIEVE ME!!!!! I need to touch up 'cause Edmund's skin condition is quite good ok! I don't want the major contrast! So, I TOUCHED UP, not major EDIT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PLus he has got single eyelids! I want them! I'm so gonna pour acid on his face and slit his single eyelid with his rusty pen knife!!!! ARGH! Oops, I shouldn't be that evil, he's my good friend in YJ after Laura, Rui Shan and Reuben. HAHAHA!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlB_dnR4y2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/0HwhsjFS5_Y/s1600-h/New+ImageMeED1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066689727528749922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlB_dnR4y2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/0HwhsjFS5_Y/s320/New+ImageMeED1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Penny and Me (Below) - Ain't close with her, but she doesn't take Chemistry too! Anyway, I'm trying real hard to socialize with my new classmates 'cause I've not been ng up to them. Guess I should be doing so. They've yet to know the real Y!P (they just know I keep screaming vulgarities when I'm super pissed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlB_dnR4y3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/OdETHDhCibM/s1600-h/New+ImagePennyMe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066689727528749938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlB_dnR4y3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/OdETHDhCibM/s320/New+ImagePennyMe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I SWEAR I WON'T BE TAKING ANYMORE PHOTOS WITH THEM AGAIN! THEY MAKE ME LIKE SO FISHBALL! JUST LIKE HOW THAT BAMBOO JIA WEI MAKE MY FACE LOOK LIKE A PUFFER FISH! WTF! FUCK ALL SMALL HEADS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Got selected to make some Malay Kite, Wau, Competition. 'Cause my school has been winning for 2 consecutive years and they want it again this year! Adding so much stress lah! Then they choose Art students to do so. I'm reluctant to do it, but it seems like my testimonial is totally empty!  Competition would be held on 2 June 2007 at Catholic Junior College!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This year's theme is serenity! Any ideas what I can draw? Please gimme some ideas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-6676872682844796048?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/6676872682844796048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=6676872682844796048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6676872682844796048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/6676872682844796048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/05/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RlB_dHR4y0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/lw5RNloVJM8/s72-c/P1160242+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-1536382982727088049</id><published>2007-05-14T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:13:37.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I LOVE MUM. BUT SHE'S ALSO THE ONE WHO CAN PISS ME OFF MOST OF THE TIME!!! ANYWAY, I STILL LOVE HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I'll be so much better. I'll do everything right. I'll be your little boy forever. I'll go to sleep at night! :) I'm a filial kid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-1536382982727088049?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/1536382982727088049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=1536382982727088049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1536382982727088049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1536382982727088049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-mummy.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7133284819225669654</id><published>2007-05-13T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T14:24:27.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuming Mothers' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had an argument early just now with Mum. It's Mothers' Day and we're like fighting! We were fighting over the packing of the house 'cause as you all know, my relatives just left. She screamed at me saying I think with my knee caps! Obviously I won't just let her get away with that comment! I shouted back saying that she think with her butt cheeks! She got so fumed that she threatened to slap me. Again (as usual) she said that if I ain't happy I can leave home immediately. And as usual, I replied saying I'm dying to leave asap when I've enough money to support at least 3 months outside 'cause staying in this house will shorten my lifespan after getting all these scolding! I just can't believe why there's nothing new when my mum scold people! Guess she's simply out of line! Sis was like instigating the entiring thing! She kept saying (aiding mum) "Leave lah, leave immediately!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got super pissed off with my sis that I shouted at her, saying that she should jolly well get married and never come home.&lt;br /&gt;HL: "Shut up! Find a husband and get married and leave this home!"&lt;br /&gt;Sis: "Why should I?! You should be leaving since you said that you want to!"&lt;br /&gt;HL: "Oh yeah. Think you'd die an old witch! See you like that, who want to marry you? Guess you'd stay in your flat till this building collapse! If you don't have pension next time, perhaps you can have this flat all to yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super fed up with my family members! My sis will just sit there and read her newspaper while my parents will scream at me to pack my stuff! Like wtf! She doesn't have to and I have to? Why am I always the one who have to do these shit? Grandma call me to keep cool. How can I when I've these kind of people living around me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe Mothers' Day in 2007 is such a terrible day! Btw, Mum's birthday is tommorrow. Got her some birdnest. Seems like it'll be so unappreciated!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-7133284819225669654?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7133284819225669654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7133284819225669654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7133284819225669654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7133284819225669654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/05/fuming-mothers-day.html' title='Fuming Mothers&apos; Day'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2327695773685377131</id><published>2007-05-12T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T21:26:17.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RkW8kGCvd9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Sp8ASPG_LHI/s1600-h/P1160241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063660684331415506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RkW8kGCvd9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Sp8ASPG_LHI/s320/P1160241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back with the entries! Relatives going back tommorrow! I got myself a bag to lighten my own mood. This entire week has been like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, got a Puma bag at $69.90 to replace some bags! Shut up, I can hear some of you mumbling how ugly it is!!! HAHA! Who cares, I want, I get. HAHAHA! I'm so sad recently that I feel like getting a LV wallet and burn it!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rather hooked to Class 95 nowadays. Those songs are so....relaxing in a way. It suits my midnight choc milk drinking ways (Clarice knows it very well!!) HAHA! Yes, I drink choc milk at night 'cause I'm scared of having weak bones! But, I seriously hate normal milk! Its utterly disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had dinner on my own at Sakae yesterday (more like lunch cum dinner). Think the manager remembered me, he asked if I was having my usual - student buffet, I said I prefer to eat ala carte. Haha, at least he remembered my drink - green tea. While eating, Edmund called, asking me if I'm still in school 'cause he's scared I'm still in school waiting for them. I said no, and we ended the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hanging up, I thought to myself: "Didn't know people can still be bothered to take the time to call me to check if I'm still in school". Don't get me wrong, I seriously felt appreciated and significant! Its just that I spent almost 10 years without a friend calling me to check if I left school 'cause he/she scared that I'm still waiting. At least I'm sure my last 2 YEARS of my secondary school life not experiencing that!!! &lt;strong&gt;RIGHT LIM ZHI XUE, CLARICE NG, IRIS CAI, LIM KAI EE, AND THE REST OF 4E1&lt;/strong&gt;? You all ought to feel guilty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go do some homework. Rumours said that next week would be my last week before school holidays (applies to my school only).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-2327695773685377131?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2327695773685377131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2327695773685377131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2327695773685377131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2327695773685377131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-saturday.html' title='Random Saturday'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RkW8kGCvd9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Sp8ASPG_LHI/s72-c/P1160241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-7209925505159323874</id><published>2007-05-05T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:17:13.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY, COME TO DADDY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rjwu-GCvd8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/U4dNKP8jaYw/s1600-h/OMG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060971725566474178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rjwu-GCvd8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/U4dNKP8jaYw/s320/OMG2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG!!!! THERE'S A SPECIAL OFFER FOR MOTOROLA RAZR V3i (DOLCE &amp;amp; GABBANA EDITION)!!!!!!!!!! IT'S NOW $198 with a 2 year contract!!!!! I WANT IT!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANT IT!!!!!! *cries pitifully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY, WAIT FOR ME!!!!!!!!!! I'll try to get you on my Birthday!!!!!!!!!! WAIT FOR ME! DON'T RUN OUT OF STOCK!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-7209925505159323874?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/7209925505159323874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=7209925505159323874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7209925505159323874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/7209925505159323874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/05/baby-come-to-daddy.html' title='BABY, COME TO DADDY!!!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rjwu-GCvd8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/U4dNKP8jaYw/s72-c/OMG2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-1931215130709289183</id><published>2007-05-03T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:36:23.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random + Wishes</title><content type='html'>"Stop what you're doing, before you do all wrong again."&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, if I only could. A beautiful mistake indeed.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are so tempting, and I don't know how it got so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-1931215130709289183?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/1931215130709289183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=1931215130709289183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1931215130709289183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1931215130709289183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-wishes.html' title='Random + Wishes'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2379119409689534514</id><published>2007-05-03T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:28:16.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; TO &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; BIMPO - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IRIS CAI&lt;/span&gt;, &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LINA CHAN LI NA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Short update: Mum's being a super bitch recently! Had an argument on the phone with her. She just hung up on me. Like wtf! I never like it when people hang up on me. I'm so gonna hang her phone when she call again! She thinks only she knows how to do it. As her son, I can do so too! Don't trifle with me! Perhaps its in both our blood, no wonder we can't stand each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sleepless nights recently. Have been sleeping on the floor. Can't seem to concentrate on homework either! Someone save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things will never be the same again. Something is diminishing and missing. I'm sad and I don't know whether I should or shouldn't be. I'm lacking on morning train visual stimulus. Life's getting monotonous again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-2379119409689534514?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2379119409689534514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2379119409689534514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2379119409689534514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2379119409689534514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/05/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-2908947374028627240</id><published>2007-05-01T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:43:22.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went out with my classmates on Monday. The planning sucked, trust me, its as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; as organizing a class outing for 4E1s! I should say organizing for 4E1, we must go through questions like "who is going?" and the "if XXX going, I go!", as for my current class now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CTG&lt;/span&gt; 132, I experience dumb things like sending more than 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SMSes&lt;/span&gt; to one particular person and he sounded so enthusiastic and asked a lot of questions about the outing and eventually, he say he's not going. LIKE FUCK RIGHT! HE'S LIKE A WALKING PIECE OF REPRODUCTIVE ORGAN (Oops, a little explicit! At least I didn't spell out the organ itself) DUMB PEOPLE like him should just die! He kept pissing me off. Kept asking what we're doing after food + I must guarantee to him that the food wouldn't be too expensive. He thinks I'm some god statue on the altar whereby I can tell him the future! He pissed everyone off (those who went for the outing) by sending each and every one a similar message and that is.."What you doing after food?". Everyone there was like "Fuck him la!". Irritants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The photo below was snapped by me. He's called Jeremy and he's super good with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; suck like shit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. He loves Chemistry and he always love to throw his despicable Chemistry Ten Year Series at me. I'd always threaten to punch his braces out. Hahaha, he's funny alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rja5G2Cvd4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EsTD8gfqKus/s1600-h/P1160226.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059434758634698626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rja5G2Cvd4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EsTD8gfqKus/s320/P1160226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Any photos beyond this sentence, ain't taken by me. The stupid photographer sucked! No wonder so blurry! Ok, anyway, here are some of my classmates. But I hardly chat with them except for Jeremy and Edmund(which I would introduce later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rja5HGCvd5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/1vVrGTpfvGE/s1600-h/P1160227.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059434762929665938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rja5HGCvd5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/1vVrGTpfvGE/s320/P1160227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rja5HGCvd6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/C_OWp7nXu3U/s1600-h/P1160228.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059434762929665954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rja5HGCvd6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/C_OWp7nXu3U/s320/P1160228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yeah, this guy (Below) is Edmund and he's got SINGLE EYE LIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Damn, I wanted that!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK, he looks like some Ah Beng and he can be super quiet and can be damn vulgar too though he don't walk around shouting like any typical Ah Beng!(irony!). He's vulgarities are still acceptable. I'm like rather sensitive to vulgarities nowadays btw. He's the first 2nd intake people whom I chatted with. He was the one who claims I'm like super cold and unfriendly when he first saw me (with reference to previous entry). Like, NO! Basically he's rather fun to be with. He's also joining volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rja5HWCvd7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/IgaUsrBl-I0/s1600-h/P1160229.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059434767224633266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rja5HWCvd7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/IgaUsrBl-I0/s320/P1160229.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the fucking irritant is also joining volleyball! He's also a retainee (the irritant, not Edmund or Jeremy). He was from Basketball and he quit 'cause he can't get into school team. He thinks he can get into volleyball's school team so he decided to join volleyball when he has got no foundation at all!!!!! And since I'm in volleyball, he keep flooding me with questions like whether he can go school team or join our CCA. Like he thinks I'm someone who can predict the future! wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I gotta go. They're coming back from Breakfast and I gotta do some powerpoint presentation! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: My stupid sis tagged about me on her friend's blog when her friend blogged about the brother (the friend's brother). You can see it here. Her nickname on the tag is drey! Like wtf! &lt;a href="http://www.fatfreenixa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.fatfreenixa.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;FUCK! I'M NOT SO DUMB LIKE HER FRIEND'S BROTHER!!!!! DUH! The friend's brother lacks comprehension skills! I'm not so dumb for your information!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-2908947374028627240?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/2908947374028627240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=2908947374028627240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2908947374028627240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/2908947374028627240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/05/monday-outing.html' title='Monday Outing'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rja5G2Cvd4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EsTD8gfqKus/s72-c/P1160226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-762837285125890622</id><published>2007-05-01T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:46:17.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rja3VGCvd3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/US8F9fYiRl0/s1600-h/P1160231+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059432804424578930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rja3VGCvd3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/US8F9fYiRl0/s320/P1160231+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunt and cousin and their relatives came. Bought loads of chocolates along with them! God gracious!! There's one which weighs 2.2KG! I'm so gonna be fat! 2.4KM run on Thursday some more. Shit the fuck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loads of homework undone! Gotta go, before they come back! Bye!!!!! Won't be updating so frequently these 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Due to my reader's complain about my font, I've changed it to Arial! Hope Miss Seow Zhi Xin can see it! HAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-762837285125890622?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/762837285125890622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=762837285125890622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/762837285125890622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/762837285125890622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/05/labour-day.html' title='Labour day!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Rja3VGCvd3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/US8F9fYiRl0/s72-c/P1160231+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-1007437925039401263</id><published>2007-04-28T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:38:16.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK, my UK relatives are coming over to Singapore on the 30th April. Instead of just my Aunt and my Cousin, they're bringing along my aunt's brother and her 2 other sisters! And what's worst, they're staying at my place! Like 5 people squeezing with a family of 4 in a 5-room flat (with 3 bedrooms only). LIKE WTF! I'm not unwilling to let them come my place to stayover, but the thing is that 5 people?! How am I gonna like concentrate on my tests etc? I've got a maths common test, geography and art! Like shit!&lt;br /&gt;Can someone like take me in? Let me stay at their place till 13th May?! Oh yeah, I've to give up my room!!!!! That means I've to like pack my room before Sunday! LORD KNOWS HOW MESSY MY ROOM IS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-1007437925039401263?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/1007437925039401263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=1007437925039401263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1007437925039401263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/1007437925039401263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/04/fuck.html' title='fuck!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-5636266681452691843</id><published>2007-04-27T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:10:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RjIdj2Cvd2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0o9iGlNRaks/s1600-h/P1160222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058137833130129250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RjIdj2Cvd2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0o9iGlNRaks/s320/P1160222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went shopping alone at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; before meeting up with my parents. Saw this pair of shoe and think its rather cute. So, I bought it eventually. Needed some kind of retail therapy! I'm gonna wear that to school!!!!! So cute, don't y'all think so? Sis thinks its ugly(as usual, whatever I buy she thinks its ugly) and a bit kid-ish. That's what I wanted! The kid-ish feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a classmate said that I look kinda unfriendly unapproachable and fierce when I don't smile (his point of view when he first knew me in March). Am I seriously like that unfriendly!? I'm frigging sociable! I wonder how &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; think about it. Like I don't wanna look unfriendly! I wanna look super approachable!!!!! Also, he thinks I'm like a bit of nerdish yet with style. Like hell fuck! I sincerely don't know if I should take that as a compliment. God gracious! I kinda like the phrase "someone who studies" but not the word "Nerd". LIKE HELLO!!!!!!! OK, I'm gonna to cry in my bed now. Leave me alone, I'm lonely! HAHAHAAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Short note to Clarice (aka The Chopper Girl): "Save me! I'm feeling un-liquified today due to the lack of some presence! Btw, AM I FUCKING FIERCE/UNAPPROACHABLE/UNFRIENDLY LOOKING!?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-5636266681452691843?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/5636266681452691843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=5636266681452691843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5636266681452691843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/5636266681452691843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/04/shoe.html' title='Shoe!'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RjIdj2Cvd2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0o9iGlNRaks/s72-c/P1160222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-4382861656535418969</id><published>2007-04-26T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:19:40.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw up</title><content type='html'>Fucked up my Economics test. Sigh, looking at the amount of tests I'm screwing up, god knows where I'd go eventually! I wrote fucking rubbish and it seems like it'd only get me single digital marks! Pray for me, won't you (anyone)? Fuck. I can't do it I don't know why! Like wtf! A walking piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOTIVATION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I need a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;motivation, inspiring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me to go school. Perhaps I already do. Who knows? Still, even if it does exist, it seems that it isn't doing much help! I still enjoy taking the long ride from Boon Lay to Yishun. The feeling is bittersweet, serious! I enjoy it. Sleepy, yet nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-4382861656535418969?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/4382861656535418969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=4382861656535418969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/4382861656535418969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/4382861656535418969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/04/screw-up.html' title='screw up'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-3879746687207755257</id><published>2007-04-24T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:20:59.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D&amp;G V3i + random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ri4RuGDOq9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yC2Yq6GRmB4/s1600-h/OMG!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056998915179457490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ri4RuGDOq9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yC2Yq6GRmB4/s320/OMG!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; GRACIOUS! IT'S THE DROP IN THE PRICE OF THE DOLCE &amp; GABBANA GOLD SPECIAL EDITION MOTOROLA RAZR V3i!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*pants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, wait for me!!!!!!! Wait till I have the disposable income to buy you!!!!!!! PLEASE, continue to drop the price!!!!!!&lt;/span&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/13071259-3879746687207755257?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/3879746687207755257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=3879746687207755257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3879746687207755257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/3879746687207755257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/04/d-v3i-random-thoughts.html' title='D&amp;G V3i + random thoughts'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ri4RuGDOq9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yC2Yq6GRmB4/s72-c/OMG!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-8645848514540131407</id><published>2007-04-24T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:46:15.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: SUPER LONG ENTRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Below are some photos of the comment card I got for the drawings I drew yesterday. Alot of them claims my coloured self-portrait doesn't look like me. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ri33RWDOq6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PABxbu_cGcQ/s1600-h/P1160219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056969833955896226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ri33RWDOq6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PABxbu_cGcQ/s320/P1160219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ri33RmDOq7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/RBJRtYLtZNQ/s1600-h/P1160220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056969838250863538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ri33RmDOq7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/RBJRtYLtZNQ/s320/P1160220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ri33R2DOq8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/VQCwztNwssk/s1600-h/P1160221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056969842545830850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ri33R2DOq8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/VQCwztNwssk/s320/P1160221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeling rather random and felt like blogging what I thought of in the train. I saw this two love birds seating beside me, getting all lovey dovey which gave me some shivers. Looking at them, I thought to myself, this kinda love ain't gonna last. OK, I know it's mean to look at a couple and think this kinda of thoughts. Anyway, for 18 years, I believe that love leaves/diminish and vanishes eventually. I know it's super sad to hear that, and I live quite a pathetic kind of life. I've got a rather sad mentality. I think that money = love (as in a relationship). To me, money is love and I think money is capable of keeping one "in love". Sad, isn't it? I know. Call me materialistic for all I care. I prefer to be labelled realistic/practical. I think I'd grow old and die a lonely soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I think true love doesn't exist and never will. Look where are all the "I LOVE YOU FOREVER"s in your contact list on MSN. Where did they go? I can say, I've been there to see someone have that phrase on his contact list and few years down the road, the forever went to another person. So, his definition for his forever is just a few years. I'm not trying to be a pessimist here, just stating the fact and supporting it relevant example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you know I'm filled with contradiction. I personally feel that the nicest feeling in this world isn't being in love itself. Instead, its the kind of feeling whereby you get when you secretly admire someone. The bittersweetness, the specialness. With reference to the show Hana Kimi on Channel U previously, its that kind of feeling that is special. Like being interested in someone without he/she knowing it or both and interested in one another but no one admits it. This makes everything special and interesting, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, I still think true love doesn't exist. Ok, I'm better off on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with my friend to leave school together after his bridging lesson while I finish my art lesson. He called me when I was still in the art room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HL: "Where're you now?"&lt;br /&gt;*Friend replies on the other line*&lt;br /&gt;HL: "I'm still in the art room, come meet you at canteen"&lt;br /&gt;*Friend replies*&lt;br /&gt;HL: "Ok, bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art teacher was like...&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Who's that? Girlfriend ah?"&lt;br /&gt;HL: "No. A friend."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "A girl la?"&lt;br /&gt;HL: "No. A Friend and its a guy btw."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "EEEEE"&lt;br /&gt;HL: "I think I know what you're thinking Cher, you're sick. You think on the sick side."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Huh? You mean guy and girl sick?"&lt;br /&gt;HL: "No, sick as in you think of the other kind of things. Guys can go back together since its the same route to MRT station isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;*Teacher remains quiet*&lt;br /&gt;HL: "Bye cher."&lt;br /&gt;*walks off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does meeting up with a guy friend when you're a guy, means 'something' like this? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stereotypical people!&lt;/span&gt; Sad she has kind of thinking. Anyway, I think homosexual people are people as well. People shouldn't despise them. They're only human and like any human, they need a helping hand when they're down. So, stop despising them 'cause they're the minority and they're deemed as freak of nature. I just don't understand why some people who claim they're straight go around shouting at homosexuals, calling them "faggots" (A good example, in the USA). Just because they're straight doesn't make them the superior kind and can condemn the homosexuals. I'm taking the neutral stand - treat them like how you want people to treat you and this world would've been a wonderful place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-8645848514540131407?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/8645848514540131407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=8645848514540131407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8645848514540131407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/8645848514540131407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-entry.html' title='long entry'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/Ri33RWDOq6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PABxbu_cGcQ/s72-c/P1160219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-9192237627266481664</id><published>2007-04-23T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:51:40.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEWORK LOAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's currently 1.37am on Monday morning. I'm still up doing homework. I've another 16 marks Geography essay to write. I don't have to sleep anymore tonight. I've just completed two self-portraits for Art. One in pencil the other in colour pencils. Some just doesn't look like me. I like the one without spectacles 'cause it's tougher to see is me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, all the photos of the drawings are below, just enjoy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, the works won't be graded! Like fuck right! Guess y'all must be asking, "Its not graded, so why did you do it?". My answer is that I've to do something to rise back to prominence. I feel threatened currently. I fear my number 1 spot can't be secured. The new batch are just supreme! They came in not being able to draw and now, in 4 months they're able to draw self-portraits well. As for me, I still use the cheap cheating method to draw self-portraits (ain't elaborating!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like shit. We're gonna have a portraiture test soon. And I don't think I can draw on the spot. I just can't draw human beings! Trust me. I don't get proper lessons and now, they assume I know everything and I'm not corrected. Sigh! I think I should approach the teacher asap! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can someone teach me how to draw portraiture?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there who can draw??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056307678847871842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RiudC2DOq2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/IxkoAsztCn8/s320/P1160214.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Coloured self-portrait (Above)&lt;br /&gt;Close-up version of coloured self-portrait (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RiudDWDOq3I/AAAAAAAAAII/ObOqFEa5pGs/s1600-h/P1160212.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056307687437806450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RiudDWDOq3I/AAAAAAAAAII/ObOqFEa5pGs/s320/P1160212.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one done in pencil (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RiudDmDOq4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1u4wDJaq5-Y/s1600-h/P1160215.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056307691732773762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RiudDmDOq4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1u4wDJaq5-Y/s320/P1160215.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My 2 works. Spent like the entire evening (specifically from 8.30pm to 1am) drawing them. (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RiudD2DOq5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/eWshEczG5TU/s1600-h/P1160218.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056307696027741074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RiudD2DOq5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/eWshEczG5TU/s320/P1160218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, I got back my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MotoRed&lt;/span&gt;. Rather pissed. The keypad doesn't give off buzzing sound anymore. But instead, now the keypad doesn't light up! Was told to send it back for servicing when the stock comes. Gave the customer service officer some lecture. Was pissed. One of the scoldings includes "Have you used a phone without keypad lights!? (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sarcastically&lt;/span&gt; when he insisted that my phone is perfectly fine)". I'm now waiting for his call. If he doesn't contact me, I'm gonna &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STOMP&lt;/span&gt; down to Plaza Singapura and wreck Motorola Service Center. I'm not a difficult consumer if you service me well and not give me any problem! I'm currently using a lightless Motorola. I think I'd have to play guessing games when I'm messaging in the night when I can't frigging see the keys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071259-9192237627266481664?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/9192237627266481664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=9192237627266481664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/9192237627266481664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/9192237627266481664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/04/homework-load.html' title='HOMEWORK LOAD'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RiudC2DOq2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/IxkoAsztCn8/s72-c/P1160214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071259.post-4383582138003865762</id><published>2007-04-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:00:25.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RieR4GDOq1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/1WKPZeCel-4/s1600-h/042b71e7a0329315c746023fed5b5a33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055169499629529938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RieR4GDOq1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/1WKPZeCel-4/s320/042b71e7a0329315c746023fed5b5a33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saw this picture while surfing around. Haha. Its rather cute. HAHAHA! Ok, gotta sleep. nights!&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/13071259-4383582138003865762?l=yipism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/feeds/4383582138003865762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071259&amp;postID=4383582138003865762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/4383582138003865762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071259/posts/default/4383582138003865762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yipism.blogspot.com/2007/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Hon Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987998366913152991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/929/1135/320/100023/Zara%20copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdWrtGMatQ0/RieR4GDOq1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/1WKPZeCel-4/s72-c/042b71e7a0329315c746023fed5b5a33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
