<?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-5088477866274037973</id><updated>2012-01-14T03:55:57.067+08:00</updated><category term='Vivocity'/><category term='brief on my life recently'/><title type='text'>Love My Cup Of Latte</title><subtitle type='html'>My life.
My cup of tea.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-9180146735545903178</id><published>2012-01-14T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T03:55:57.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or Care Chapter 2012, Pages 14 of 365</title><content type='html'>Sunny, Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been through a lot today, couldn't sleep yesterday as well. Went out early in the morning, came home in the afternoon, then to school... Been running around all day. Even got knocked out when I reached home in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am somewhat back to myself already. You ask; Do I still love? Honestly, I can say I do, I will and I will always. I still care much about you but I can only wish that we can be still be friends after this. I will not wish for anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister came home today, and it seems as though she is packing to stay in HK for more than a month.. Its a great thing!! I can't wait for her to leave and I can have the whole place to myself. SO EXCITED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I haven seen manfred for quite some time now. Wish I get the chance to see him and talk to him soon!!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-9180146735545903178?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/9180146735545903178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=9180146735545903178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/9180146735545903178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/9180146735545903178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-or-care-chapter-2012-pages-14-of.html' title='Love or Care Chapter 2012, Pages 14 of 365'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-5946399628596477332</id><published>2012-01-12T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T05:25:13.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2012 Page 12 of 365</title><content type='html'>Cloudy, Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many days, I feel better.. much better.&lt;br /&gt;But I have a lot to get used to. Get used to being alone, being single and doing everything alone.&lt;br /&gt;I haven been out of my house alone other then going to the closest supermarket... Kinda depressing huh.. But I believe I will be just fine, I am spending more time with myself now.&lt;br /&gt;This might be a great chance for me to do more thinking about me and my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be free again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-5946399628596477332?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5946399628596477332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=5946399628596477332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5946399628596477332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5946399628596477332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2012/01/chapter-2012-page-12-of-365.html' title='Chapter 2012 Page 12 of 365'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-783804134996794688</id><published>2012-01-10T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T04:21:21.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th day</title><content type='html'>Cloudy, Sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling better today. Maybe after all that happened, I realized that I can't turn back anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I finished myself. Not sure if you can consider this as a good thing because this really means its over.&lt;br /&gt;Many reasons contribute to this, and I picked one of the wrong ones to mention. I can say I brought this upon myself, I can literally mock at myself now. Nothing can be done now.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go with the flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-783804134996794688?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/783804134996794688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=783804134996794688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/783804134996794688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/783804134996794688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2012/01/4th-day.html' title='4th day'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-5195059015470091049</id><published>2012-01-09T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T03:02:12.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All turn bad</title><content type='html'>After so many thinking and you had to misunderstand and say all those hurtful words. I know I deserve it but I really hurts. I may have said the wrong things. I don't want to have nothing between us. I love you. And you saying that just hurts. I shldnt have spoken, I shldnt have started talking again.. Ii had made this into a bad breakup. A horrible one. Making myself hate me. Tearing up again.. Guess its time to really let go. No matter how hard.. I have to since there is no turning back for me anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-5195059015470091049?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5195059015470091049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=5195059015470091049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5195059015470091049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5195059015470091049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-turn-bad.html' title='All turn bad'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-5729847889002408514</id><published>2012-01-08T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T03:34:26.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Wrong With Me</title><content type='html'>I have done it. The stupidest thing, the best thing for him and it happened.&lt;br /&gt;I ended it. I cried.&lt;br /&gt;You may say that I am so selfish and deciding everything for him; for us but if I don't do this, I will hurt him even more. So I would rather make it hurt lesser and make myself feel all this pressure alone.&lt;br /&gt;After two days, I feel horrible. I feel sick in the stomach. I do not dare to speak of it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him, I still love him. And I don't know what have I done?&lt;br /&gt;I was in the shower and I realized throughout the day I had been thinking about him, about us.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I miss him so much? Or is it that I just miss having company and knowing that there is someone out there for me to call, for me to talk to and care about me. Will I get out of this? Will this get worse?&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking at my phone, looking at the message from you, asking if I want to withdraw my decision and I kept thinking, should I? I look at his clothes and I would put them close to my heart. Would I find someone like him in the future when I have found myself; when I am ready?&lt;br /&gt;But when I start to think about how confused I am, I just wouldn't dare to reply you. I don't know about my future. I do not want to stay in Singapore in the future, I do not want to get tied down and I don't want to hurt him further. The longer I let this relationship go on, the more its gonna hurt.&lt;br /&gt;To think of it, this is like an odyssey. A journey to find myself; to look clearer at the road in front of me; to clear my heart at the same time. This is the first time I am so selfish for myself. So self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;That night which I separated from him, I slept well. I slept early. I woke up fresh in the morning. Because of all the stress and weight that was on my heart. For that moment, for that day, I was well. Maybe this is just the beginning of a long road to recovery and finding. Maybe every day I will think about him less; maybe I will soon stop thinking and wondering what he was doing at that moment; maybe I will start to worry less. I am waiting. Waiting for it to not hurt, for me to not cry and for him to stop thinking of me.&lt;br /&gt;It is very hard to lose someone that you care so much about. I have experienced it before and it felt like my heart broke and a piece of it disappeared. Now another piece is breaking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get over this pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-5729847889002408514?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5729847889002408514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=5729847889002408514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5729847889002408514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5729847889002408514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='Whats Wrong With Me'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-1144895842790165571</id><published>2012-01-08T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T02:07:39.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To do or not to do, that is the question.</title><content type='html'>In my bed, when the room is all silent, I  start to think. Alot. About anything and everything. And tonight, everything about you and me becomes so clear to me. And to think back about what I have been doing is scary. I am taking everything for granted. I have became so comfortable in taking advantage of you. I HATE that about myself. Now that I think about it, I am having thoughts that maybe to you my decisions are gonna hurt. Because I want you to allow me to be away from you, and learn to walk on my own. This is the hardest thing to say to you. It is to me the most painful thing to do to you. I know deep in my heart, I do care a whole lot about you. That is why I have to stop myself. Stop myself from taking your kindness for granted, stop myself from not being true to my heart. Honestly, I don't know what are those feelings for you are. I care so much and yet the feelings that I had for you when we first first started out is not there anymore. I never been with someone in a proper relationship. &lt;br /&gt;I feel that everytime I desire something and you giving it to me is feeding my greed. I am causing a huge burden on you financially. I am not independent anymore. I can't control my urge for materials. I hate it!! I hate myself!! I don't like that about myself!! And I know you don't like it too. Your kindness has allowed my greed to grow so big that it is already out of control. My decisions are selfish. My decision of separating from you is not out of the blue. Everytime I think of it, I stop myself, and make myself get those hurtful thoughts out of my head. I never told anyone about these thoughts. I got so out of control that I could not register your words into the thick skull of mine. You telling me that how many times you have told me or hint me how wrong I was to you tonight, suddenly became so clear. I m trying very hard to record every thought I have now about how I feel about myself and this relationship. This relationship is toxic to both you and me. You keep giving so much while I can't. I am taking a toll on your life and your habits. I cannot allow this to happen. I do not want to hurt you but I do not want this greedy person in me to eat you up. I cannot allow that. I am a horrible person and girlfriend. You might just get sucked dry by me sooner or later. So I have to end this vicious cycle when I am in my right mind. Please forgive me for being such a bitch and for hurting you so bad. The longer I put a hold on this matter, the more hurt you will get. I don't wish for the worse to happen. I have to discipline myself, take control again.  Please live on and lead a proper healthy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1144895842790165571?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1144895842790165571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1144895842790165571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1144895842790165571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1144895842790165571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-do-or-not-to-do-that-is-question.html' title='To do or not to do, that is the question.'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-6911635412189696215</id><published>2011-12-31T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T05:13:54.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dependent.</title><content type='html'>After a whole year of feeling happy for them and they had to split up right before New Year!! Is the world really coming to an end? For the pass year, I have placed much hope and happiness for this couple. And now I hear the news of them splitting!! I am heartbroken. Upset. Wrecked. Whenever I read the news or watch telly and seeing them being happy, it cheers me. I feel their happiness and I am genuinely happy and cheered up. I wished and hoped for them to be together until old age, until death do they part.&lt;br /&gt;The news of their break up is all over the web. I am devastated. I saw them as a couple that can break all odds and still be together. And for like 100times I had prayed in my heart that all this is a scam, and they would come out tomorrow or the day after and announce that they are still together. But no matter how much I wished and hoped, when such news spread in Hollywood, it can't be a lie. No matter how much I loved them both together, I can't make any changes. I can only dream and pray for them. My beliefs were dependent on the fate of their relationship. For a year I believed that they through odds can stick together no matter what, so can I. I have lost it all. All the nonsense that I have created to console myself, to cover the holes in my heart. All gone. You might say I am dumb, silly and crazy for pinning my hopes in this couple that are under the limelight and many say they are a weird match. But I did. I am an odd ball, so I was attracted to them. I loved them. I bought books about them. Unfinished books which I have no idea whether I can finish it without thinking of them.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a free soul, an individual. I don't want to be tied down by anything. It weighs my heart down to a point where breathing has became so tough. And yet I do not have the courage to make things right for myself. Now I can call myself useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-6911635412189696215?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6911635412189696215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=6911635412189696215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/6911635412189696215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/6911635412189696215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2011/12/dependent.html' title='Dependent.'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-5439929063573098260</id><published>2011-08-10T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T03:11:55.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tv and Ideas for the next recipe</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life, I got cable tv at home!! I have always envied my friends who got it and not that I got it too!! Loving my tele even more now!! I got the food network channel now.. and watching it is making me very hungry and very tempt to cook. I saw them introduce a raspberry jelly that was made from fresh raspberrys!! SO wanna make it too!! BUT I aint got a blender, nor gelatin sheets. Actually gelatin sheets are kind hard to find in singapore course most of them are the powdered form. I would really wanna try out using gelatin sheets. It was crucial as gelatin sheets could be softened in cold water, making it soft and easy to handle and later melted and blended together. The colour of the raspberrys were very vibrant as they were off the stove once it was boiling. The vibrant red of the berrys are so fresh, it feels like fake blood. laughs. Fresh apple juice was used in the boiling of raspberrys, adding only 60g of sugar. I was wondering why apple juice was used instead of water?? I should find that out as well then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried making korean cold spinach twice, but the second time didnt turn out right. The taste of the veg just wasnt the same as the first attempt. I think it should be due to the difference of the veg itself. I pick thinner stalks with smaller leafs on the first attempt, while the second one was thicker stalks with big leafs. The veg itself on the second attempt was actually sweeter on it own, hence it was difficult to take up the saltiness that I wanted. I would definitely give it a third attempt(: and then when I get my hands on the gelatin sheets I would try out the jelly mentioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-5439929063573098260?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5439929063573098260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=5439929063573098260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5439929063573098260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5439929063573098260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/tv-and-ideas-for-next-recipe.html' title='Tv and Ideas for the next recipe'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-1716516346209518811</id><published>2010-12-28T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:17:24.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a sudden and random decision...</title><content type='html'>I made a sudden and random decision to change my blogger acc.. into a photography blog since i have my precious 550D canon camera DSLR.. Shall Start posting photos as soon as possible(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1716516346209518811?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1716516346209518811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1716516346209518811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1716516346209518811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1716516346209518811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-made-sudden-and-random-decision.html' title='I made a sudden and random decision...'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-5634367212737885754</id><published>2010-10-18T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:59:13.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freaking School</title><content type='html'>To some may know, I have to write an appeal letter again for this semester. And the worse thing to worse, I have to halt my major project. My actions was considered an act of plagiarism and I known my mistakes and I was wrong before, but do you have to do this to me? I should not have done things that I shouldnt have done. I should have just written the freaking letter all by myself without any help. I was blinded by tiredness and fear. I needed help and looked for the wrong person. I was dumb. I did wrong things but you dont have to let me be in such a way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even thinking about ending my life at a point of time. I didnt because I was hoping everything to be alright. Now I am having the same thoughts again because of my own character of stubborness and pride. Do I have to put down everything to go for another road? Someone guide me please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-5634367212737885754?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5634367212737885754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=5634367212737885754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5634367212737885754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5634367212737885754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2010/10/freaking-school.html' title='The Freaking School'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-8769549866239010173</id><published>2010-09-28T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T16:16:18.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planz!!</title><content type='html'>My friends and I are planning on a trip to Clementi, to explore the abandoned railway track site. I am expecting a series of wonderful pictures to be seen. and below are the directions there which I researched online(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-size: 14px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 45px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; display: list-item; font-size: 14px; height: 46px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 9px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Travel to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Clementi Road Block 109/109a bus stop&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;#12061, accessible by bus services&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;52&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;61&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;154&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;184&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; display: list-item; font-size: 14px; height: 44px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 9px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Once you have arrived at Sunset Way, simply travel along the length of the road until you encounter an underpass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; display: list-item; font-size: 14px; height: 44px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 9px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;There should be a path on the left side of the road leading up to the railway and do exercise caution when scaling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; display: list-item; font-size: 14px; height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 9px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Once you’re on the tracks, walk away from the underpass until you see the bridge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be going to sentosa on the 9th oct as well. I am looking forward to that as well. Definitely gonna have lots of fun with the gang!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-8769549866239010173?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8769549866239010173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=8769549866239010173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8769549866239010173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8769549866239010173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2010/09/planz.html' title='Planz!!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-2665858275832461699</id><published>2010-07-15T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:53:52.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Me</title><content type='html'>The lazy me has taken a toll on me. I have not been studying enough and doing enough for school. I am afraid that I would fail again and lose all chances of continuing my studies. I really like the course but it doesn't seem that I am interested in what the school is teaching me. Will I be able to pick up the pieces I left behind and those I missed and get over with poly life soon? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-2665858275832461699?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2665858275832461699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=2665858275832461699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2665858275832461699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2665858275832461699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2010/07/lazy-me.html' title='Lazy Me'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-2598269764623637090</id><published>2010-04-26T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:58:50.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its tough</title><content type='html'>In a relationship, sometimes it gets rather tensed due to either communication breakdowns or when someone just doesn't want to give in(both). &lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate that my boyfriend always try to give in to me whenever we get into small tiffs of big fights.&lt;br /&gt;Even though sometimes even if he is giving in, its not as willingly. I am thinking now, am I being too hard on him? Am I trying to make him give in just to satisfy my little fetishes of being on top of the world? If so am I just to mean or even not fitted to be in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend alot&amp;nbsp;but I always get upset when things don't turn out the way I want or the way I expected. I like it when he gives in to me and lets me be happy. But I hate it when he tries to make me feel uncomfortable with comparing our feelings to different situations. It really makes me angry at times but, to think about it, was i too studborn and being a brat?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I find that i am quite childish to pick on little things to pick a fight with him when my intention was to just make him make me feel happy. And when things turn out bad like when we really get into a fight and none of us wants to give in, it get from bad to worse. We stop talking and when I start talking first, he doesnt notice that I am trying to stop the fight. This childish me&amp;nbsp;just want him to give in to me, to love me no matter what i did. Everytime there is a fight,&amp;nbsp; i would always go out of words to say or use. &lt;br /&gt;I like to walk in his shoes and I would also walk in my shoes and someday agree with my point or views. My ideas may seem unrealistic and hard to understand but please listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Good&amp;nbsp; night(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-2598269764623637090?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2598269764623637090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=2598269764623637090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2598269764623637090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2598269764623637090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-tough.html' title='Its tough'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-2765207059796685595</id><published>2010-04-22T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T07:57:23.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early bird gets the worm?</title><content type='html'>Interesting title... Today for once I woke up at 7am and got on the bus at 7.30am.. To me it's considered a early bird alr.. But I definitely got no worm!! &lt;br /&gt;I was hoping I am gonna be at least on time for class but the more I look at it the more I don't think it's going to happen.. &lt;br /&gt;For an early bird(human) to get the worm(bus/time) you must be ahead of all the other early birds. Cause you are not the only bird eyeing for the worm. That got me thinking when I was on the way to school. Soo many birds, not enough worm!! So the phrase "the early bird gets the worm" cannot be used in the modern society. Theory: too many birds are eyein for the same worm! Or.. This particular bird has gotta be an early early early bird that gets prepared for the worm even before it's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.. &lt;br /&gt;TaTa(: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-2765207059796685595?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2765207059796685595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=2765207059796685595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2765207059796685595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2765207059796685595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/early-bird-gets-worm.html' title='Early bird gets the worm?'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-1244242296236510663</id><published>2010-04-06T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T02:05:30.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing less then 3 inches</title><content type='html'>Went heels window shopping today!! With the "heels maniac".. Most would know who by now.. It's his birthday and after a while of walking around with Anthea and yuehli, they went home.. Leaving me and poks wondering around.. Then he suggested to go to Zara to look at heels..&lt;br /&gt;The result of going there was me made to try many many heels.. Some were comfy, some were pretty not comfy.. Definitely had fun(:&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of making a heels journal.. On shoes that I tried, others tried.. &lt;br /&gt;And here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S8IF2_WzXYI/AAAAAAAAALA/Tcdzqi08U9I/s1600/IMG_0197%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S8IF2_WzXYI/AAAAAAAAALA/Tcdzqi08U9I/s200/IMG_0197%5B1%5D" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nice looking but not so nice to wear and walk in heels..&lt;br /&gt;If you have slim feets, its great but if you don't, like me..your feet will look totally fat and not that pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;Rather hard to walk in also as there are only two strips hold your feet to the heels.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, not stable shoes, looks nice on the front only...&lt;br /&gt;Totally expensive as its from Zara, costs like S$129 and its definitely 3 inches high(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S8IE9RlbpgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8FXsyE71yXo/s1600/IMG_0193%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S8IE9RlbpgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8FXsyE71yXo/s200/IMG_0193%5B1%5D" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some call this gladiators.. to me, they are just heels..&lt;br /&gt;Wedges are super stable even when its around 4 inches.&lt;br /&gt;The wrap around the ankles are rather fitting so if you are looking for something very comfy and not tight, this is not your first choice.&lt;br /&gt;I find that the zip on the back of the heels is rather hard to zip due to the curve of the shoe so putting it on would take a lil more time.&lt;br /&gt;To me, it is considerably comfy, makes my feet look slimmer and very high(:&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, very stable, looks nice on all sides, just a lil tight on the top..&lt;br /&gt;definitely a great pair to get(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S8IFVU8gwSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iEj43GKK3F8/s1600/IMG_0194%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S8IFVU8gwSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iEj43GKK3F8/s200/IMG_0194%5B1%5D" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From the looks of this, its very hare to wear and not that stable.&lt;br /&gt;And yes! looks are not always deceiving, you have to loosen all the laces before putting it on. By the amount if laces you need to loosen, its took me like 5mins just to put one shoe on.&lt;br /&gt;It looks a little unstable but in fact its rather save, i think is cause of the laces.&lt;br /&gt;Not quite comfy due the the laces at the toes, they are like pressing your feet so it not as comfy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Cost about S$129 too.. 3inches as well, looks nice, not as comfortable but worth to get(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S8IFuKpwFCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xAFw9JSS8zQ/s1600/IMG_0196%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S8IFuKpwFCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xAFw9JSS8zQ/s200/IMG_0196%5B1%5D" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ankle boots(:&lt;br /&gt;S$129-S$199&lt;br /&gt;I love the zip at the sides... They are real zips..they work and they look the correct size! Very comfy on the inside and its 3 inch only.. covers fat feets..&lt;br /&gt;Make they look smaller too..&lt;br /&gt;However, its not wearable for all occasions even they look super cute(:&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, can consider this for special occasions or rainy days(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1244242296236510663?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1244242296236510663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1244242296236510663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1244242296236510663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1244242296236510663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-less-then-3-inches.html' title='Nothing less then 3 inches'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S8IF2_WzXYI/AAAAAAAAALA/Tcdzqi08U9I/s72-c/IMG_0197%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-7329117166289083754</id><published>2010-04-02T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:41:06.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last steps of my life..</title><content type='html'>The title of this post sound totally wrong.. It's like I am going to commit suicide or I am dying. Sometimes I really feel like it. I wonder who doesn't? To be honest, I don really like to be alone. Some think I am fine with it but after years of being around friends, I realize that I like being around people. No matter nice or mean. I prefer the presence of people rather then the quietness of me with myself. Even when I am alone outside on the streets, I like to settle down in a small cafe and think about the happenings in my life. Seldom I think of the extremes but most of the time I think of friends. The thought of them makes me feel that they are right there.  with me. I like it alot. Maybe it's because I do not have relatives around in this country so I would rely on friends more in such a way. They are like family to me here so I will treat every friend with respect and love no matter gender or race or religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I will be handing down my position to my juniors to take over the team. For now I will give them all my trust that they will be able to lead and help the team well. Hope they'll not disappoint the seniors(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots to mention but I don't know where to start!! Maybe when I made up my mind on what I wanna say then I would post again(: till next time!! Tata!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-7329117166289083754?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7329117166289083754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=7329117166289083754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/7329117166289083754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/7329117166289083754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-steps-of-my-life.html' title='The last steps of my life..'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-3744712773039297131</id><published>2010-03-22T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:15:57.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouldn't be doing this</title><content type='html'>It's midnight and I should be studying but I am not. I read a few blog post before I started to write on mine. I realized that everyone who blogs tend to blog very or rather directly... While I blog vaguely instead; is it due to my timidness or it's just that I don't like to pinpoint people and hurt them or create misunderstandings? &lt;br /&gt;I read from someone that is in love with someone who likes another someone.. Complicated heh... In this kind of relationships, there will only be; love aloud or love silently.. And this particular someone is loving aloud, I really admire the courage and the braveness of this person.. Normally in this kinda relationship most of them would choose to love silently... But what can I say... Love is a complicating game(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!? Back to personal stuff... None of the next taekwondo committee members are confirmed so it's rather a huge headache for me. Plus the stress of supplementary papers!! I gotta feeling I might just drop down dead soon.. Oh my!! Got to go back to my books(: good night and good luck(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: in a relationship, demands or expectations can harm if it's not distributed equally... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-3744712773039297131?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3744712773039297131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=3744712773039297131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/3744712773039297131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/3744712773039297131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2010/03/shouldn-be-doing-this.html' title='Shouldn&amp;#39;t be doing this'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-1248339143659127731</id><published>2010-01-31T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T02:06:43.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coming Rain</title><content type='html'>I like the smell of grass before the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I like the feeling of calmness before the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I like the drops of raindrops on me when i reach out the window.&lt;br /&gt;I like the relaxing senssation the sound of rain on my window gives me.&lt;br /&gt;I like the sense of security when the rain comes.&lt;br /&gt;I like feeling that the clouds are crying because it just had a fight with the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that i am here on earth, close to the crying clouds to hear the clouds pour its emotions to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to cry as i know once i start to tear, i will lose the ability to speak out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to cry in front of people as i don't like them to get worried for me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to cry as i will lose my breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to cry as i would not one anyone to know that i am weak.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to cry because i want to be there to comfort you when you start crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life to me is too long, too tedious, too complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1248339143659127731?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1248339143659127731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1248339143659127731' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1248339143659127731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1248339143659127731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2010/01/coming-rain.html' title='The Coming Rain'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-1524594028670711728</id><published>2009-12-17T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:43:32.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposed Art Review</title><content type='html'>haha... actually....I cant find it any more and i didnt bother lookin for it too... so sorry abt the mention of posting the art revview.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to training yesterday...it wasnt that tough but i realised that i was losing the grip of being a commitee in the TKD team. Most of the jobs were either passed to kianlam or to a junior. I was kinda feeling useless but thinking back, i should most probably blame myself for it. Honestly i haven been studying well for the pass semesters... And the results of it is really taking a toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i just have to blame myself for it and just concentrate on studying. I know i wont be doing it, so i decided to go back to training and studying only. Now training will be my only form of exercise to keep in shape or get back into shape. It will only be a workout and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are here already and i will be going shopping with poks and anthea and the twins tomorrow to get shorts and details...hehe will post abit more about the details tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;If i remember to blog about it..haha&lt;br /&gt;Till Then..TaTa(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1524594028670711728?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1524594028670711728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1524594028670711728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1524594028670711728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1524594028670711728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2009/12/proposed-art-review.html' title='Proposed Art Review'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-1513287198907686902</id><published>2009-11-21T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:59:27.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An long lost friend...</title><content type='html'>Waiting again... This weekend was rather boring. I went to the Singapore Art Museum on friday with Bryan, Jane and Sherie. Still thinking of what to do for my art review....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may post a draft copy of my art review.. So look forward to this posting(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1513287198907686902?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1513287198907686902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1513287198907686902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1513287198907686902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1513287198907686902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-lost-friend.html' title='An long lost friend...'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-1590071313840662072</id><published>2009-10-31T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:07:22.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter-ing~~</title><content type='html'>Clear Skies, Light Breeze, My favourite music playing in my ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day of thinking... another cup of latte... another convo. to know someone new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those simple days where i am able to get out from the right side of bed and enjoy my life without the lifes' hassles. However, at the back of my head i know that there are many things that is waiting for me to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with my latte, on my computer talking to an amazing girl who wants to join the malaysia army. Few people will have this kind of decision from young and actually being able to stick to it till this age. Like the majority people, me, always changes my mind. Always thinking of something else when i am on my way to something. In simpler words, its called frickle-minded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i was given this CDS in school, Understanding Art, which has this assignment of making a visual journal. I am still building a concept on how i want it to be. Visual journal is the record of everyday, life's experiences in the form of art, in the form of painting, in the form of picture or photography. Interesting indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKD demo is coming up. Another demo...hope this time we will plan it all out and it processes smoothly so everyone can get over and done with it. And the commitees will have a meeting on this coming friday for a few issues including this(: all that i need to prepare is already done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wats New is that i joined twitter(:&lt;br /&gt;I realised that its quite fun indeed...no wonder so many people are hooked onto it.&lt;br /&gt;And i am goin to be one of them.. and to those who are interested in what i twit everyday, follow me on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/saltchocolate"&gt;twitter.com/saltchocolate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday life is simply ordinary, and it becomes extraordinary only when you are content with the little happy things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1590071313840662072?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1590071313840662072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1590071313840662072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1590071313840662072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1590071313840662072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2009/10/twitter-ing.html' title='Twitter-ing~~'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-4454411934559634675</id><published>2009-08-05T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:29:35.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>Why did i name this post "note to self"?? In fact I have no idea!! It just kinda popped out of my head like that. Sometimes I am rather amazed at how I am able to get this sudden and weird things out of my head. &lt;br /&gt;Now the only problems i am facing are just studies. I can't seem to get my head and heart down to study since last week when I got to know my exam dates. I am supposed to study but I ended up Posting on my blog. Note*... SUPPOSED.. laughs* What am I doing to myself!! I am not studying, and moreover I never listen in classes. I am totally digging my own grave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for TP taekwondo, this female captain is the ULTIMATE SLACKER!! But I came to my senses!! THANK YOU..!! I am back for training. &lt;br /&gt;Nationals are COMING and I will have to go down to STF on Friday to submit the application for the fighters!! Seriously, I can't wait!! Of course i will have to prepare myself for some hard work coming up. I'm telling myself day in and day out that "I CAN DO IT!" I doubt with this kinda determination i will not fail my commitee members and my juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other miscellenous thingys:&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I added Mr Juraimy on my facebook. *today*...&lt;br /&gt;I accomplished my biochemistry lab report. *last night*...&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I ran a totally of 7 rounds in school! *Yesterday*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting accomplishments are actually rather satisfying. This shows that I am able finish things that I set out to do. And definitely there are more to come(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-4454411934559634675?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4454411934559634675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=4454411934559634675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4454411934559634675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4454411934559634675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2009/08/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-8825997209239371847</id><published>2009-05-16T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:43:46.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things tat jus happen...</title><content type='html'>It been long since my last post...and many things also happened in this period of time...&lt;br /&gt;i got attached..i became the female captain of TPTKD...i got stressed...irritated...i find that things that happen to me actually is not wad a 19year old should experience...all the things i have to do...all the people i have to face... and even myself...now i find that i am not living a normal life...in the pass i don have to worry much about other stuff but now i do..and in fact all those things that i have to care about jus doubled...TRIPLED!! sigh...life is hard for me...and to say it in a good way i am still alive and kicking...but in a bad and wad my bf always say..i am "super strong headed" *shi cheng! i will jus nvr say i give up or ask for help... maybe its jus my character that lead me to wad i am today...&lt;br /&gt;I should let my life slow down... take my time and enjoy my times with myself or wit my friends and loved ones...and most imptly...mus concentrate on my studies!! i promise myself i will get myself through poly by 3years!! hence..i will now spend more time wit my books...try my best!!&lt;br /&gt;And to end this post...&lt;br /&gt;I will do what i am supposed to do and do my best in it while not affecting or bringing any trouble to my loved one.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I will not cause any trouble or problems in anything and everything i do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-8825997209239371847?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8825997209239371847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=8825997209239371847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8825997209239371847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8825997209239371847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-tat-jus-happen.html' title='things tat jus happen...'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-7252281141866200706</id><published>2009-03-21T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:31:53.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Fetishes....</title><content type='html'>Hi people!! I M BACK!! wahaha...after so long of not posting..i decided to do some dusting to my blog...hahaha I realise there is like 12inches thick of dust collecting here!! OMG... I am so horrible...anws... notice the topic for this post(: hm...weird fetishes...and YES!! i am going to let you know some of my weirdest secret fetishes!!&lt;br /&gt;As some people that might have known already, people like JANE!! has a fetish for CUPS!! weird uh!! and Poks...okay nvm...and for myself....i kind have alot...where shld i start..hm...lets start wit me sleeping...hehehe actually i like to sleep half naked...top half...hehe cos seriously singapore's weather is too hot!! even when i blast my fan i still feel warm...so i jus go topless...and sometimes..i feel rather MAN when i do that..haha..and my other fetishes include wearing belt and paying for everything and wearing jacket..and etc... For example..wearing belts...i have alot of them..and even when the pants fit jus right..i would still wear a belt cos i jus love belts...well..of cos in a good way..i will not take the belt and whip people..You think i am psychotic!!...haha and as paying for everything..maybe is cos i dont really treat money in such a important way..like, when i have spent it, i can always earn it back and if any friend is in need of financial help, i definitely would lend a helping hand..and for wearing jackets....its similar to wearing belts..i can save on the explanation too(: and until this date...i have like 15jackets in my closet alr!! My target is 30 pieces..haha so i can wear one each day in the month..hahaha...but i still love being weird..i love being myself and doing things that i love..thats ME!! ...And that all folks for today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-7252281141866200706?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7252281141866200706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=7252281141866200706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/7252281141866200706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/7252281141866200706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-fetishes.html' title='Weird Fetishes....'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-651500330171352334</id><published>2008-12-11T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:21:05.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The second paper that i died on...</title><content type='html'>It HPI term test today!! omg!! i totally died on it.. the first part was okaay...which is MCQ!! wad the hell!!wad abt the rest??!...yea..onwards..it was just crap...when i reached sectionC..i was cancelling everything i wrote...and soon after i jus kinda gave up when jus slept on it!! seriously sleep ON my paper.. and after that i just wrote two sentence for that question that i didnt know...after the paper, most of us were outside the LT alr..and Eunice was like "i saw u sleeping just now"..and yes!! i slept on my dam paper(: but sadly i didnt drowl on it..if  not i would be wondering how to hand it up..haha anyways i have to stop blogging and continue studying(:&lt;br /&gt;See Ya Soon(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-651500330171352334?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/651500330171352334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=651500330171352334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/651500330171352334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/651500330171352334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/second-paper-that-i-died-on.html' title='The second paper that i died on...'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-1618263545295888258</id><published>2008-12-01T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:53:27.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun day at school(:</title><content type='html'>I had a rather full dose of school today.. A happy start and a happy end(: Starting..even though i was late for sch.. i managed to at least listen to the lecture(: Got the more impt points. and after that went to the toilet and saw Jane's piece of ham.. haha.. and the best thing is after me and anthea told her about sam, she went crazy!! for like the whole day! sigh..jane...sigh..haha anws..i got to know that poks and narnia got some problems but i was in no place to give any comment to him but jus wanna give him a hug and jus be by his side to get ready to cheer him.. no matter who is at fault or not.. i will also be there for my fren..later at HPI lecture..the funniest thing happened.. Mrs Rozi call out to jane to not dose off in lecture while i was like sleeping right beside her the whole time..haha..poor jane..haha.. that is wads good abt being quiet in class(: the teacher wont call u in public to not sleep..hehe.. soon after school we had our daily game of die di card game... The worse thing is now another person knows my weak point and is going to make fun of me with my xiao mei and er mei...dam! And my good xiao mei almost got me into trouble..she wrote in my sketch book.. my name and the person i like's name..guess wad side by side a heart that i drew randomly..and i happened to only notice like days later when my san mei noticed and told me... how slow of me!! sigh..hope no one sees it...gtg lo for today(: tata!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1618263545295888258?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1618263545295888258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1618263545295888258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1618263545295888258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1618263545295888258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-day-at-school.html' title='Fun day at school(:'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-5737485821213099751</id><published>2008-11-30T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:18:39.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term Tests are COMING!!</title><content type='html'>Omg!!..term tests...Dec 8th - 12th- Not prepared... mus study!! I don wanna fail anymore!! Jia You LUCKY!!&lt;br /&gt;Went studying with xiao zhu today(: I finally learnt how to use my calculater!! omg..i am so HOPELESS!! What time le then know how to use my calculater...sigh... anws..i already looking forward to meeting my old secondary school friends during my holidays... I am thinking so far ahead already!! sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I think i am kinda despo now too.. I keep telling anthea  i wanna get attached... so that i can share my troubles and get a shoulder to lean on when i am tired or some one for me to love when everyone that needed my care and concern found someone else to care for them..sigh..this things cant be forced thou..  Just gotta let nature take its course lo...maybe(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-5737485821213099751?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5737485821213099751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=5737485821213099751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5737485821213099751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5737485821213099751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/term-tests-are-coming.html' title='Term Tests are COMING!!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-5354693843242980518</id><published>2008-11-23T03:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T04:02:50.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>14nov..the day i lost my loved one..0045 onwards i could not sleep...the next morning was CCN day and i chose to go to school no matter what happened. I had to smile at people..It hurt deep inside whenever i made myself smile. How could i smile and laugh at this point of time?? I was inhuman.. I felt like killing myself, poking myself, doing everything that i should do to make myself cry. On my way home, i was dry..no tears..maybe i was just too tired..But thank you for my dear xiao zhu to be there with me. If not i dont know wad i might jus do to make me hurt outside instead of inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19nov..9am..everything ends..i am not in hong kong..the more i feel like hating myself..I want to go back there..at least for once..to look at her..to call her for the last time..at this time..her reply to me has became abundant. i jus wanted to be by her side. But all is gone..9am..everything is gone.. There is no reason for me to be bak in hong kong already. At that moment, how i wish i was right beside her.. letting her go..sending her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i have slowly let go. I stopped crying on the point of mentioning her..but typing on my blog made my tears come back. As my tears rolled down..my regrets came back..my misses went into my eyes...I really want to shout to her how much i miss her...how much i want to hug her..how much i want to make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;I must learn to be strong for her..to stop crying but to smile for her instead as my heart tells me she will always be there for me even though i will not be able to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this post to my one and only Godmother. I will be strong for you.&lt;br /&gt;ps: I MISS YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-5354693843242980518?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5354693843242980518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=5354693843242980518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5354693843242980518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5354693843242980518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-1467319393039196192</id><published>2008-10-27T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:05:58.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rain is coming...</title><content type='html'>A long distance call came.. telling me of the news that i was made to get ready for since last year. It was like death calling telling me there is not enough time already. I had no idea what to say or reply so i just kept quiet. There is nothing that i can do now. I am no doctor,nor miracle worker. I cant undo things, cant cure nor can i change anything when i am thousands of miles away. I will be expecting a call sooner then expected within the next few months, or even in the coming month or even new year. God please slow the time down. Give me more time..i need it alot..for me to do what i should do for the past which i have not done enough in these years. Bless my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1467319393039196192?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1467319393039196192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1467319393039196192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1467319393039196192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1467319393039196192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/10/rain-is-coming.html' title='the rain is coming...'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-4352386359174329909</id><published>2008-10-07T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:05:44.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its So Hard...</title><content type='html'>For my family..i have no idea where to start... it is very difficult to live in a house with such a unreasonable and studborn woman. She just takes everything tat everyone did for her for granted and treats her family like trash!! I have no idea why i just have to give in to her rudeness, selfishness and unreasonable ways. I could have just fought back..stop all her freaking acts to my family,my life!! She jus have no idea how much she can hurt a person. To me, helping someonein every little bit possible is very meaningful to my life. Cos i very feel that helping anyone possible makes me feel good. So wad if someone is cleverer or better in studies den me.. i jus don care cos she definitely will not make a difference in someones life...maybe she did..in my life...making it horrible and hard!!... My family did everything for her..sold the house for her University fees..rented a expensive house for her well being and wishing tat she can have a great life and living.. and every thing they did..she takes it for granted.. I don not wan this kind of person living with me or anywhere near me becos i just have to subdue to tis kind of treatment.. With her telling me wad to do everyday, every hour, every min is like strangling me on my neck..taking very bit of air i have to live. I think i am living in fear..fear of her, fear of everything tat she doesnt allow me to do, fear of every other min tat she might jus call me and start killing me again...She treats every one else great..but not her family..everyone close to her is like trash..she just have no idea wad the word "cherish" means... for how long more do i have to bare with tis kind of life style..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Cherish and lending a helping hand is the only things i treasure most in my life..STOP TAKING THE RIGHTS OF IT FROM ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-4352386359174329909?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4352386359174329909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=4352386359174329909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4352386359174329909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4352386359174329909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-so-hard.html' title='Its So Hard...'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-5127965597433120067</id><published>2008-09-02T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:08:51.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh...actually before this post i typed like a whole chunk alr but i accidently deleted it!!...sigh...my stupid small acts...anws..last night, i took a bus from orchard and fell sleep on the journey again.. and landed myself in the airport!!..Best record ever eh... the last record was like a loop from parkway and pass my hse a few more stops.. but this was like the longest distance ever..everyone i told laughed at me can..sianz..  I think someone shld get a trophy for me for this. And, i had a weird dream last night, i dreamt that my mom calling me and telling me i have to go to London to study. weird dreams that i have...sigh.. anws i and out of words again:) so til next time:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Schedule for today:&lt;br /&gt;1 bath dog&lt;br /&gt;2 walk dog&lt;br /&gt;3 print score&lt;br /&gt;4 correct score&lt;br /&gt;5 buy sweets&lt;br /&gt;6 go for taekwondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally hugs and loves for everyone&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-5127965597433120067?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5127965597433120067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=5127965597433120067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5127965597433120067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5127965597433120067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-1245770388766533384</id><published>2008-08-26T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:13:32.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink blink** blur blur**</title><content type='html'>study study study study!! thats wad i had been doing for the past week. Exams are goin on now.. and tmr is BIOCHEM!!! ... i m still not in the mood to study now too..hehe Since i had free time, i went to check my e-mail today and noticed some very sweet mails that i have kept. those were the e-mails that were send between me and xiaomei, ermei and xiaozhu when i was i hong kong. In it, i read a line saying that, friends don not have to be together everyday to be close friends, there is always an invinsible string linking them together not matter wad happened. This is wad real friends are truely... they will not leave you when u are not with them nor they will forget u when u are not together everyday. these friends are hard to come by but when u meet them, u will subconsicously cherish wad u have now..becos u will feel happy and u will not want to loose the feeling of it.&lt;br /&gt;This is why i will cherish all my friends until the day i close my eyes for eternity...Cos i love them!!&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Loves and many many hugs to...(not in order) Wendy(ermei/erzhu), Shihui(xiaomei), Hanis(xiaozhu/honeykon), Jane(mushmellow), Anthea(...), Manfred(pokkie), Shining(penguin), sabrina(nana), SamWong(sammy)...wait..too long!! and so.. etc etc etc...hehe... lazy me:P&lt;br /&gt;Anws love yall forever and ever and ever.........(goes on forever!!) and finally... Big HUG and MUACKZ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1245770388766533384?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1245770388766533384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1245770388766533384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1245770388766533384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1245770388766533384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/08/blink-blink-blur-blur.html' title='Blink blink** blur blur**'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-8920022785350191839</id><published>2008-08-05T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:44:19.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 July 08 ^.^</title><content type='html'>Until now, i believe tat seriously few people noe of wad i have goin on inside my head. I don mind tat u not telling me abt anything, but jus live life happier. You are all jus 17years old, dont miss any worthy memories in ur life or possible chances in ur life. :) Finally the last matter.. its a cheerful one :) ... I toopidly hit my hand on the wall during TKD.. and i achieved a big diagonal bruise on my right hand -.- and the night before while walking my dog, I fell of a playground facility and bruised my butt!! suay for the following day somemore...-.-""" so am i too unluky or tooo unluky &gt;.&lt; sob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day," Friends will always be there for u, they do not require any word of thanks but jus need u to be there when they need it and for u to let them be there when u need it most. " by lokto :) (PERSONAL VIEW,NO COMMENTING ALLOWED.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-8920022785350191839?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8920022785350191839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=8920022785350191839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8920022785350191839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8920022785350191839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/08/6-july-08.html' title='6 July 08 ^.^'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-5415373341959784006</id><published>2008-07-13T04:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T04:54:10.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i went shopping for xiao mei's birthday present with hanis..even though its kinda late to do that but we still gave our best in looking for the perfect one:) On shopping for the present, we even bought a significant gift for all our Family members:) its a handphone ass. It is a teddy bear. And I named it Xiong Xiong(s)..hence mine will be called Da Xiong Xiong, er mei's will be called Er Xiong Xiong,  Hanis's will be called Xiao Xiong Xiong and last but not least xiao mei's will be called Xiao Xiao Xiong Xiong. At first i tot of naming it Pig but didnt quite work cos they are all bears..how am i suppose to call it pig when it seriously is a bear-.-&lt;br /&gt;The first time i told xiao mei about this name, she laughed her head off.. den she tried getting to noe all the names of them and as i have expected.. she was confused by the xiongs..haha anws she still  loved the presents... as hanis bought a musical box for her and its one of her fav song too :)&lt;br /&gt;But mine is still not done yet... i have yet done the present..i have all the materials but not the words..how frustrating!! I think i better have it done before next weekend if not xiao mei will be pestering me non stop for it!! So till then..bye byes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-5415373341959784006?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5415373341959784006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=5415373341959784006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5415373341959784006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5415373341959784006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i-went-shopping-for-xiao-meis.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-6550306608544413292</id><published>2008-07-04T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:30:08.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rdJuly the happiest day again..</title><content type='html'>3rd July..the day, tis very day.. i finally got my &lt;strong&gt;taekwondo&lt;/strong&gt; Gi!! and this coming weekend i am going to Toa Payoh sports hall for my very first Grading..how i hope i can get a yellow belt as soon as possible!!...Cant wait!!I was seriously having many troubles trying to learn how to tie my belt properly.. but my very helpful taekwondo mates helped me alot!! To them: &lt;strong&gt;THANKS YOU ALL&lt;/strong&gt;. And now i noe how to tie my own belt and even others!!&lt;br /&gt;In taekwondo, theres this person called &lt;strong&gt;OTHNIEL&lt;/strong&gt;! (if i spelled it properly) is super irritating can..He jus could not stop calling me noob!! and heres to him!! "&lt;strong&gt;STOP CALLING ME A NOOB, I AM A LEARNER!!" PS..YOU ARE NOT TAT TALL&lt;/strong&gt;... Bleh... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-6550306608544413292?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6550306608544413292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=6550306608544413292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/6550306608544413292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/6550306608544413292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/3rdjuly-happiest-day-again.html' title='3rdJuly the happiest day again..'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-487879015039802588</id><published>2008-07-02T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:52:57.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school days</title><content type='html'>Yup...back to school.. i still cant get math, biochem and PIPC. We are having this project on carbohydrates and for half of our discussion time, i seriously could not get it!!... but fortunately for math, we are having this tutoring system that i can have a chance to learn Amath finally!! and special thank to my tutor Weihao for teaching the slow learner cam skipping question-er me :)&lt;br /&gt;and as all shld noe Jane, Manfred and Anthea is the new buddies of my school now... are still hanging there with me... Jane was recently promoted  to a brunette from a blonde...while manfred started Jane's "shud up la ZarBo"..which Jane keeps saying to him for pass few days=.= and as forAnthea..as i noticed became both Jane's and Manfred's victim... due to her chinesename is call AnQi... they started pronouncing it in a verychi-na way which made her name sound like Auntie...sigh.. poor anthea..hehe&lt;br /&gt;My dear xiao xiao zhu's birthday is on its way and she told me to celebrate with her at her chalet.. i want to but many things don allow me to..like my dog..who is goin to take care of him? i don think my sis would..she is not that nice... especially the chalet is from monday to thursday...sigh..i dun noe wad to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-487879015039802588?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/487879015039802588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=487879015039802588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/487879015039802588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/487879015039802588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-school-days.html' title='Back to school days'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-4561623392977717157</id><published>2008-06-23T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:08:19.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great news!! The clique i am in is so supportive of the night cycling that i suggested:) Now its just the planning!!&lt;br /&gt;And today i bought the main material for the making of my dear xiao mei's birthday present!! Oh my cant tell here yet cos i'm afriad tat one fine day before her birthday when she is so sianz denshe would drop by my blog to look look see see.. den she would noe abt it!! So all shall be kept a mystery until her birthday is over.&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from school today, i tot abt wad to make or do for er mei's birthday and i got it!!! i think i will learn a hokkien song just for her:) and learn how to play it oso..but like that i will nid a very thick face skin lo..and i can do it!! Wait for it ppl..i will achieve it for my dearest friends:) and on th way i will think abt wad to get for Honey..hehe&lt;br /&gt;PS: bet it will be good &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-4561623392977717157?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4561623392977717157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=4561623392977717157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4561623392977717157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4561623392977717157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-news-clique-i-am-in-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-1503509944578192013</id><published>2008-06-22T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:55:48.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My!! School Start!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;School is starting tmr!! And i have yet done my homework! And bad news, i jus failed my math test and i have to attend a meeting on the Concourse of Applied Science School on tuesday at 5pm i think...I wonder wads going to happen..em..(think... think) Sigh... hope i amnot the only one in my class though&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my yesterday, i went to cycle with Sam:) We had alot of fun!! We raced, we took pictures, we laughed, we joked and most importantly we had fun. In the midst for cycling, i received Stefanie's call saying tat she was coming too:) Great! the more the merrier. :)  We waited for quite some time for them and in the end we had only half an hour to cycle to bedok jetty and back.. So most of the time we were all at high speed...tiring...but fun indeed. We planned, next time we will call everyone back and go for overnight group cycling :) great idea right! Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think tats it for tis time le gotta get back to my homework lo... and till next time..cya and muackz :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1503509944578192013?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1503509944578192013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1503509944578192013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1503509944578192013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1503509944578192013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-my-school-start.html' title='Oh My!! School Start!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-4529834628460341268</id><published>2008-06-16T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:39:42.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heys!&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought myself a digital camara!! Even though it looks dam nice but it seriously dam expensive!!&lt;br /&gt;It costed me 599dollars..amasingly expensive for such a small object.&lt;br /&gt;Other than the expensive camara, i had a wonderful day with Eunice, Yueh Li, Wei Yang, Ismail and Anthea!...We were celebrating Eunice and Wei Yang's birthdays all at the same time cos their birthdays are just too near...I couldnt get them each a present cos i am not close to them so i don noe them really that well that i can get them a present that they would really like. I like that people will like the gift i get for them so i take a dam long tme jus to get the right present.&lt;br /&gt;Now i have to consider wad to get for my dear xiao mei for her birthday... her birthday is coming!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-4529834628460341268?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4529834628460341268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=4529834628460341268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4529834628460341268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4529834628460341268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/heys-i-finally-bought-myself-digital.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-4982979741439905540</id><published>2008-06-06T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T02:02:37.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Term Tests!!</title><content type='html'>WOohOo!! The dreadful term tests are finally over! I think i failed quite a few subjects. Like Organic Chemistry, Human Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology, Mathemathics and Statistics, Principles Of Inorganic Physical Chemistry and Biochemistry. Wait!?! Isn't that all...haha... The last day of test was fun!...We ended at like 10am so we had all the time to play badminton. The only sad thing is that I couldnt go for Taekwondo  lessons as I did nott bring my long pants. How i miss Taekwondo times!! Cant wait  for coming Saturday for the road marshal for SAUCONY  RUN!! Cant wait to meet taekwondo buddies, cant wait to have fun with them! How i wish Saturday could come faster.&lt;br /&gt;Having friends is the best thing that has happened to me for my past 17 years of my life. A 17 going on 18 me is blessed with even though not the best life but with the best kinda friends. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-4982979741439905540?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4982979741439905540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=4982979741439905540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4982979741439905540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4982979741439905540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-term-tests.html' title='End of Term Tests!!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-6616417820618793171</id><published>2008-05-24T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:43:00.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New School New Life:)</title><content type='html'>Yea! As said before, i got into biotechnology. There are so many different ppl in this course. I learned much:)&lt;br /&gt;Some are dam clever while some are jus clever. For me its neither...i am just lucky enough the get my grades and lucky enough to get to noe so many nice ppl in my life that really will affect me in one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;School has really holding me back in maintaining my relationship with my friends...that is smth i never wanted to happen. Did i do smth wrong to irritate my friends, causing them to neglect me or is it jus me and my mind thinking too much.. i definitely hope that its my mind. Now i feel as though i they have a life of their own whicht does not involve me. Thinking of this really hurts alot. Building a relationship with a friend takes years... for them to get to know you deep and for you to learn about them well too. I feel like i am just a normal friend to them..some passerby in their lives that dont even make an impression. I dont need them to remember me, i jus need some really close friends that are willing to make small sacrifices for me, jus like how i did for them. Is this too much to ask for? Or should i continue to help them as much as possible...make them smile and be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-6616417820618793171?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6616417820618793171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=6616417820618793171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/6616417820618793171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/6616417820618793171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-school-new-life.html' title='New School New Life:)'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-5613478142341445302</id><published>2008-02-22T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T02:09:10.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>As all should know by my blog that i have a person that i dislike for quite some time and that person's name starts with an 'e' and ends with a 'n'... Now that i notice, i realize that time really make things change, which includes feelings. Is it that people change or is it the feelings? Its tiring to hate or dislike someone for a long time. Or people just tend to grow up and at the same time grow out of it. Now i always have this thinking that its not me, why should i bother, its her life anyways. Realizing that i don't hate her anymore makes me feel so relaxed and just lightened my burden. I think its me growing up and learning how to let go of unimportant things in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s today, lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;       学着放手，放开所有累人的心事，所有不愉快的事情，生活才会更开朗，更快乐。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-5613478142341445302?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5613478142341445302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=5613478142341445302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5613478142341445302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5613478142341445302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/untitled_22.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-143496288374648205</id><published>2008-02-21T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T02:00:35.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>I got into biotechnology in TP. even though not me first choice by i am fine with it. But how i wish i can get into the school with my friends. Sadly, honey is trying to appeal to another course as she wasn't happy about the one she was posted to, and she said that if she cant get in she would just to to SIM. How i wish she can get in the same school as me. After all its her choice so i would just hope for the best for all my friends and forever stay in contact.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like drawing and painting again. Recently i noticed that i have stopped doing all the things i like to do, like drawing, playing the flute and sporting. And i started to draw again and realized that my passion for it is still there.I am going to "revive" myself... back to my old favorites.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago i went to read a friend's blog and realized that she was having a hard time, as i read on i felt upset for her and angry  at myself at how i was unable to help or comfort her in order to make her feel better. For many times when i see friends upset or in a dilemma, i would always want to help or say something instead of just standing there feeling helpless. At first, i felt that as long as i am beside them, they would know and be happy that i am there and i will always be. I dislike feeling this way, this helpless and this useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s To my friend even though i know she would not be able to see this but...&lt;br /&gt;不要因为失去了而错过更多快乐，一时的失去不是永远，终有一天他会明白的，你也会把这一切的一切当成一场特别的回忆。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-143496288374648205?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/143496288374648205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=143496288374648205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/143496288374648205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/143496288374648205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-4711204714848407679</id><published>2008-01-18T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:53:15.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being away</title><content type='html'>Hi my dear chocolates :)&lt;br /&gt;so so so sorry that i did not update my blog for so long and did not keep to my promise as said before...but i finally found the time to post smth at least :)...hehe&lt;br /&gt;i have been in hong kong all this time and i don get to use the computer over here when and where i like  so i don have the time to post... anyways... i will be goin bak soon on the 27th of jan... at 8pm :)... anyone interested to help me wit my stuff?? ...hehe jus jokin...&lt;br /&gt;i still have time to get my dear friends presents so pls e-mail me my friends for prefered presents...&lt;br /&gt;hurry wor before i run out of money :)&lt;br /&gt; .:the above does not apply to wendy and baobao cos the have alrdy demand for many presents :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-4711204714848407679?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4711204714848407679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=4711204714848407679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4711204714848407679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4711204714848407679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/being-away.html' title='being away'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-8756524637405278731</id><published>2007-11-27T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T16:42:45.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Days And Irritating Money Problems</title><content type='html'>Dear chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;I have planned a busy day tomorrow for myself. First is to get up in the morning and then meet up with Hanis for lunch at 12 and then meet up with Wendy to go Takashimaya to take a look at her shop and den be back in Marine Parade to meet up with my dear little sister for tennis. My day will be so full tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;Its been long since i had a full and busy day. I like being busy cause it gives me a satisfied feeling at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Money shouldn't be the problems i am suppose to think of now at this age but i have not choice but to deal with it. I am in need of more money now!!! Can any one help me!!&lt;br /&gt; $400 - part time maid&lt;br /&gt; $20 - my sister's bedsheet&lt;br /&gt; $50 - my mom's day cream&lt;br /&gt; total = $470&lt;br /&gt;My god!! how a i suppose to deal with this!! when i asked my mom to transfer money over she just rejected me. She thinks that i really have that much money!! I am so fed up!! I am a student that does not have a job or any income so how am i suppose to pay for every thing! I have spent most of my money on my flute lessons and food so how am i suppose to have money. I am so broke and who can i ask for help or talk to about...  None sadly... How I wish i am dead, then i will not be a money slave!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone Help Me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-8756524637405278731?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8756524637405278731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=8756524637405278731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8756524637405278731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8756524637405278731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/11/busy-days-and-irritating-money-problems.html' title='Busy Days And Irritating Money Problems'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-8496564203488624147</id><published>2007-11-20T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:59:19.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I m Back!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;I know that its been long since my last post but i was busy. But now i am back!! I will make sure that i will post at least 1 post per week from now on. :)&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post, many things have passed, like my Os and my graduation. Now i am just waiting to go back to HK  to work. And then wait for my dearlittlesister's arrival:)&lt;br /&gt;About my graduation, its was all fun and memories. Videos of my class and all the other classes were shown and we definitely had much fun and joy. Everyone was dressed well and prepared and they all look beautiful(excluding those that i don't like). We took many pictures too but i am just too lazy to put it up. :P i will put it up some other time on my blog so have some  patience :)&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today... and till next time peoples!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-8496564203488624147?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8496564203488624147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=8496564203488624147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8496564203488624147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8496564203488624147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-m-back.html' title='I m Back!!!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-8052179661523083201</id><published>2007-08-10T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:48:01.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a happy but saddening day</title><content type='html'>Dear chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;My handphone got stolen today. It all happened when i was leaving the cinema after watching Rush Hour 3, some asshole stole my handphone and i then realize that its was gone when i stepped out of the cinema. I was in a shock and then i went back into the cinema to look for it but it was no avail. My xiaomei help me to make a call to my handphone but the F***er who took my phone just kept hanging up. I was furious that if i found who took my handphone i would drag that person into the girls toilet and give "it" a good bashing no matter if the person is a guy or a girl. My xiaomei tried to cheer me up afterwards...(thx baobao, it definitely worked) My dear baobao was more agitated then me. I mood got better after we left Plaza Singapura. We all then went to Cuppage to play pool. It was fun but it all went bad for me after my headache attacked(i still have a headache when i was typing this post)... of course i didn't show that it was much of a big deal so i just let it pass. It obviously did not pass...but we still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;After I went home, my father reprimanded me for getting my handphone stolen. I was thinking it was not what i wish for too, its not like i would want my handphone to get stolen. Then he said that i shouldn't have gone to those places that have thieves. I was thinking why would Plaza Singapura be known as a place that has many thieves??... If its said like this, i should might as well stay at home and no go out course there are thieves everywhere outside. or might as well just not stay on earth...&lt;br /&gt;A thief wants to take my phone so i can stop? I can avoid it but there are times when i am not paying attention. How am i suppose to pay attention to all my stuff when i am watching  movie especially an action movie? And the person is called  a thief, and its called stealing. Its is supposed to not let you know about it. How am i suppose to know who stole it? Anyways, its only a material, its not like i lost anything important as my wallet or my identity. you can always get a new one so forget it. Its all gonna be fine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-8052179661523083201?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8052179661523083201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=8052179661523083201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8052179661523083201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8052179661523083201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-but-saddening-day.html' title='a happy but saddening day'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-5570908397807115709</id><published>2007-08-08T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:09:15.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8Aug2007...National Day Eve</title><content type='html'>Dear chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;as you should know, most schools have their own national day celebrations and it always happens on the eve of National Day. But I am not a Singaporean why should i join in their celebration...of course because of my friends...no matter wad happened before between us, we will put it all behind us and just have fun. sometimes it might be hard to leave it behind but why not try?... After all its all gonna be left behind after our secondary lives so why not leave it now and leave the school with no regrets. I might be wrong in my saying but its my comment. So do not take it to heart my friends.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-5570908397807115709?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5570908397807115709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=5570908397807115709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5570908397807115709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5570908397807115709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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@ GIANT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1807688543066399946?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1807688543066399946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1807688543066399946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1807688543066399946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1807688543066399946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-at-giant.html' title='a day at GIANT'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/Rqd8PBmHBxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kivrUWHw-TU/s72-c/DSC01027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-2985523261169293456</id><published>2007-07-23T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T02:23:18.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Salty Chocolate</title><content type='html'>The Question Where Many Ask!! Why is my blog named saltychocolate??&lt;br /&gt;As u all noe, life is sweet, bitter and sour but nvr salty.Y isit there a salty life?..a salty day? I explain my life as neither sweet nor bitter nor sour..so salty:) Having a sweet life is jus too boring for me so why not try it sauteed:) Maybe someday, people will try having it sauteed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-2985523261169293456?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2985523261169293456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=2985523261169293456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2985523261169293456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2985523261169293456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-salty-chocolate.html' title='To Salty Chocolate'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-634315684287669548</id><published>2007-07-22T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:04:06.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Tired</title><content type='html'>I realize something, i am always just tired or maybe kinda too bored that all the things around me doesn't matter anymore. After some thought, i decided to take more pictures and use this pictures to speak for me and link it to my good friends blog so all will know what is going on lately with my life. so from now onwards if theres nothing much for me to say i will just post pictures and if i do have things to say i will address it to my blog...hehe...lazy me. so keep a look out on my blog for new things and pictures. So let my pictures do the talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN91xmHBlI/AAAAAAAAABU/uk5rNIL4kgU/s1600-h/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN91xmHBlI/AAAAAAAAABU/uk5rNIL4kgU/s320/DSC00997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090050366658512466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN-bxmHBpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hHK87pXbdwo/s1600-h/DSC08475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN-bxmHBpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hHK87pXbdwo/s320/DSC08475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090051019493541522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN_VRmHBqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XWd69jk9_38/s1600-h/DSC08478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN_VRmHBqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XWd69jk9_38/s320/DSC08478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090052007336019618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN_VxmHBrI/AAAAAAAAACE/11vZ7X1Hexc/s1600-h/DSC08479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN_VxmHBrI/AAAAAAAAACE/11vZ7X1Hexc/s320/DSC08479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090052015925954226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN-axmHBmI/AAAAAAAAABc/d_C7Feo8Mwc/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN-axmHBmI/AAAAAAAAABc/d_C7Feo8Mwc/s320/DSC01001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090051002313672290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN-bBmHBnI/AAAAAAAAABk/UR5s24PhCJw/s1600-h/DSC08461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN-bBmHBnI/AAAAAAAAABk/UR5s24PhCJw/s320/DSC08461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090051006608639602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN-bhmHBoI/AAAAAAAAABs/7Yqq_1Cmq4Q/s1600-h/DSC08472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN-bhmHBoI/AAAAAAAAABs/7Yqq_1Cmq4Q/s320/DSC08472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090051015198574210" 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/5088477866274037973-634315684287669548?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/634315684287669548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=634315684287669548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/634315684287669548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/634315684287669548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/07/simply-tired.html' title='Simply Tired'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RqN91xmHBlI/AAAAAAAAABU/uk5rNIL4kgU/s72-c/DSC00997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-820777143712518750</id><published>2007-07-01T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:17:03.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry All</title><content type='html'>Its been long again... School started and many things happened... The ODAC Dragon Boat team got into the nationals and luckily got a Silver award for the C division and a Bronze for the B division. I feel happy that they could get this award but i was kinda disappointed with their performance as they definitely looked like they did not put much effort into it.&lt;br /&gt;I have good news everyone!! I am taking part in the charity competition in July... I can wait to go for training. Oh... How i miss training. But bad news is that i will have lesser time to slack and enjoy my time... all my friends should know how i love enjoying my time... Sigh... But i bet i wont regret my choice. So just pray that the team will achieve the best award.&lt;br /&gt;Recently all my life has is just school, tuition, more tuition and pool time...hehe... Its still boring as ever and still as frustrating as ever.  I think my life in  the following years will be of the same way.But maybe it might get better... who knows? I hope it will get better and better and so does my grads. Praying hard**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-820777143712518750?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/820777143712518750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=820777143712518750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/820777143712518750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/820777143712518750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorry-all.html' title='Sorry All'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-4541124350098109198</id><published>2007-06-10T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:44:17.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>Heyz... Its been long since my last post...&lt;br /&gt;My life changed a lot since my last post too. My mom came to Singapore last Wednesday and went back today. Feel so free now. My mom got me a weird Math tutor...hehe&lt;br /&gt;To  me , i prefer to study on my own but i have no choice. My mom wants me to get tuition so i will just have to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is like this ,  things can't be changed and you can't force it to. Anyways my life is kinda boring, uninteresting and irritating.&lt;br /&gt;I re watched the movie Stomp The Yard. Watching it again gives me a new feeling towards it again. their performance was wonderful, definitely worth my watch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, this post has been written a long time ago but i didnt have the time to post it so pls pardon my delay.&lt;br /&gt;TY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-4541124350098109198?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4541124350098109198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=4541124350098109198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4541124350098109198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4541124350098109198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-2680864824108479633</id><published>2007-05-25T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T17:18:56.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many things change</title><content type='html'>Its been long since my last post... I have good news and bad news...&lt;br /&gt;I prefer sweet first then bitter so lets hear the good one.&lt;br /&gt;I am still improving on my flute... and improving fast... my teacher said "good" many times on my latest lesson... I am impressed by myself also...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time for the bad news...&lt;br /&gt;I did badly for my exams... i only failed two subjects last exam but it is the total opposite this time.... i only passed two subjects...Its so irony when i do not study, i tend to pass with flying colors but when i really do study, i fail badly...&lt;br /&gt;Its so demoralizing!!! I am afraid that i can't take the pressure for much longer... My mom is the greatest pressure to me... Her mistrust in me really gives me a lot of pressure... I tried hard to prove that i can really study but its of no use... the more stress i am in the worse it gets...&lt;br /&gt;Problems Problems Problems...there many of it surrounding me now... can i just let go of some for now? I don think i can and i don't think i am capable of it too... I just can't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-2680864824108479633?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2680864824108479633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=2680864824108479633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2680864824108479633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2680864824108479633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/many-things-change.html' title='Many things change'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-7720479455225526996</id><published>2007-05-03T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:44:23.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say. Anyways no matter wad i say is wrong, you don understand me and you don believe so y shld i say or talk... I might as well jus mute myself for good so i wont get blamed if you don understand me. I am not jus tired, i am emotionally tired and hurt by you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-7720479455225526996?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7720479455225526996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=7720479455225526996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/7720479455225526996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/7720479455225526996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-7093374478586708317</id><published>2007-04-27T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:41:27.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am BACK!!</title><content type='html'>Helloz people!!... its been a long time since i last posted on my blog... hehe... As most should know, the ODAC team has won the Temasek Regata again... I feel so happy for everyone... Even though trainings were tough but we all pulled through and made it to the finals and won the cup....And another thing... I think kinda like playing Grand Theft Auto....Its the most interesting game i ever played before.... haha... maybe its a bit too violent but i like... is not like i am sadistic or something like that but i really like playing...haha...people I am not crazy OK!!!... I really have no idea wad else to type so that will be it for today..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Pls pardon me readers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-7093374478586708317?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7093374478586708317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=7093374478586708317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/7093374478586708317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/7093374478586708317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-back.html' title='I am BACK!!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-3226533490105825946</id><published>2007-04-09T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:08:48.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch!!!</title><content type='html'>Wahlao!!... On I was bringing my dog downstairs my HDB for a walk... when i was on the way home with my dog... A women with a son and a daughter was at the void deck of the HDB.. oso don noe wad they waitin for sia... As most noe i am those that don like to leech my dog... so i jus let my dog walk all he liked... until tis BITCH's son started running while my dog was near him.... dam bastard la... common sense also noe that a person shld not run when an animal is approaching...is like duh!!....and tis "SON OF THE BITCH" ran... and like wan a normal animal would do... of cos give chase la... so i called a few times to call my dog back... and tis son of the bitch cries.....cry cry cry cry...(like i cared if u cried...bastard)... so tis Bitch was like "For goodness sake leech your dog... wad if ur dog bite my son..." and so on.... i wasnt even bothered to hear wad the hell she was talkin abt la.... so i jus rolled my eyes at her add jus slowly walked back home like nothing happened with my ears shut wit my earphones...haha....i think i shld have stopped and jus say to my dog "good boy huh!! don run abt hor...kuai kuai" like she nvr existed... when i was in the lift... i was like Fxxx her la... dam bitch sia don noe how teach ur son common sense and teach herself the dam fxxxxxx manners when she shld noe that her son is in the wrong oso la.... Like mother like son sia... all no common sense de.... mother don noe how teach and son don noe how learn... nxt time when i see her downstairs at the void deck i shld jus walk up to her and tell her "sorry hor my dog SHOCKED your son the other time.... hope u don blame my dog is jus that i teach him he also don wan learn i oso cant help it maybe nxt time hor u tell ur son don run la den my dog won chase le cos u noe la it is general knowledge that an animal will give chase if a person run rite... you shld noe de mar since you are more elder rite how can u not noe general knowledge you older leh...and i jus not that kinda heartless owners that strangles my dog to death wit the leech...so u cant blame me cos my blood is warm de... i cant bear to kill my dog i believe u oso won wanna see me kill my dog unless u cold blooded la den i got nothing to say le lor..."&lt;br /&gt;Aiya  too timid le ar she nvr make me angry until my limit i won so insultin de... nxt time shld call my mei mei come help me dong kou... at least better den dong shou rite...hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-3226533490105825946?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3226533490105825946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=3226533490105825946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/3226533490105825946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/3226533490105825946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/04/bitch.html' title='Bitch!!!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-4580961075202194459</id><published>2007-04-09T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:28:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Sia!!</title><content type='html'>On friday i really met will honeykon to the comic shop le and did some catching up...hehe.. but i was late..okok... kinda dam late so made honeykon a bit angry... So i hereby say Sorry!!! Muackz honaykon!! i swear i will not be dam late nxt time...and ty for not blaming me wor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday, something happened between ee wen and me that the more i think of it i find it funnier...haha...how do i describe it??...hum....she told me she read my blog...and knows that i am learning the flute... and asked me y i didnt feel like tellin her... the more i think of the reasons the more i feel laughin... i was think y would i think so much into it?? i didnt think i would actually care of thinkin...haha... but afterall... i thought... ... actually learning the flute was my own decision and i had to pay my own school fees for it... even when i told honeykon she was like "so?"... so i thought that since its me own personal choice... i had the choice of deciding if i shld let the whole world noe abt it... anyways it wouldnt harm even if i not told anyone...like as though someone would lose a flesh if i not told... i jus think that its jus not the time for ppl to noe... i am learning for several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. i liked the flute since many years ago and have been lookin for a school for years... and finally i found 1... so i immediately registered without even telllin my mom...Crazy huh!!&lt;br /&gt;2. i really wanna impress my godmother... make her proud and happy before something happens to her(hands shakin)&lt;br /&gt;Actually these two reasons are enough for me to learn the flute even when there are other reasons too...too lazy to type all..hehe....&lt;br /&gt;And finally the reasons i DON'T feel like telling people abt it:&lt;br /&gt;1. i am learning it at such a late time....and it would be ambarrassing if i would have ambarrassed myself... so i think i would prefer to tell when i am at an acceptable stage...&lt;br /&gt;2. i hate people who have no faith in me who do not believe that i really can learn it up.... so i prefer to tell to people who will really support me...&lt;br /&gt;3. Its my personal stuff as i said before... it wouldnt affect anyone but me so i really don wish to tell anyone abt it if necessary... but unless there is a need i would have no choice but to tell...&lt;br /&gt;So thats the few important reasons y i wan and dont wan to tell... Anyways its not tat important... My view is tellin or not tellin is not such a big deal.... if my friend kept this kinda things from me i would be happy for her and totally not blame her but support her jus like tat... its simple...anywas thats wat friends are for... so wat if u didnt want me to noe something and i jus discovered it i prefer to keep quiet and jus support her until she really wans to tell me...&lt;br /&gt;different people handles thngs differently.... some make a big fuss about it some jus goes wit the flow... haha... i think one of my friends makes a big fuss abt it... so hope she don mind abt it and really understand y i didnt wan her to know and forgive and forget and jus understand wad i think a my real kinda friends are like... she can jus contiune wit her way of goin on wit thigs i don blame her even when i disagree... as ppl think things differently... i am familar her character so i choice not to tell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tats for todae...kinda longwinded hope readers don mind... hehe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-4580961075202194459?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4580961075202194459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=4580961075202194459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4580961075202194459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4580961075202194459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-sia.html' title='Funny Sia!!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-7946503955243292579</id><published>2007-04-02T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:01:41.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another tiring day...</title><content type='html'>today it was the same old tiring day... Odac had land training in school today...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;whilewe were all resting at the fitness corner...i decided to climb up the monkey bar...wit the help of some friends...but when i got up... they were like bye bye!!...and left me there... it was dam scary la... cos i could not get down....first time i got stuck up ON the monkey bar...haha... but it was still fun though... and thankz to all kind friends tat came back to help me down...haha...&lt;br /&gt;this past weeks i have been goin out wit my mei..s... wendy and apple... i had lots of fun wit them... even though both of them always trying to disturb me....haha... when both of them get together it is the noisiest time... we actually chat abt stuff the usually ppl don really tok abt... for example...XXXX XXX XX XXXX...better not say too much...haha....but it was fun goin out wit them afteer all....&lt;br /&gt;I miss goin out wit hanis.... my xiaozhu...i think i shld find some time go out wit her and do some catching up wit how she was doin when i wasnt there... i miss chatting wit tis zhu...haha... lookin forward to goin out wit xiaozhu wor!! tats  it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-7946503955243292579?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7946503955243292579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=7946503955243292579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/7946503955243292579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/7946503955243292579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-tiring-day.html' title='another tiring day...'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-1957442690718331268</id><published>2007-03-31T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T02:34:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahoo...</title><content type='html'>hehe...my sis is leaving for HK tml... and i will be able to have my way at home for the whole month...yeah!! but quite sad la cos i cant ask her hw for 1 week...tat means real lessons!!! mus listen in school lor...&lt;br /&gt;almost all my days are fun... si it would be boring to hear abt so let me say smth not so boring...&lt;br /&gt;For odac... we got scolded by Siewle todae...cos the pacers in front arnt listening to her intructions... sad...glad i listened...haha...after odac...we chatted wit Mr J and Siewle.... it was interesting...and that Mr J is still as racist...but i don blame him cos i love being a Hongkie!! hehe... so wad if i am stuborn at times... there is a mus for it wad... and i still have my art to do... and let him say tat i am doin my feather style again when i am not!!! next time when i am free... i shld scan my sketches and post it on my blog to hear comments...&lt;br /&gt;Finally i told Hanis tat i am learning Flute... now tat i have told her... i can say it here!!! haha...cos only my friends tat come to view my blog alrdy know that i am learning flute...haha no need to keep a secret lor!! but i really wan to keep it from Ee wen... i wanna learn flute until a certain stage den tell her ba or jus let her notice it herself...i dont think she tat stupid rite??... haha...&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of hw and study to catch up... sigh.... i hate studying alone... but whenever i ask my dear friends to study with me... they jus tell me tat they don like studying outside or they cant study outside... but i cant study at home!! i get vry distracted and even in school too... maybe can go wit my meimei or find some gd student in class to study wit me... and of cos a person tat really listens in class!!... alison arh... well she looks like a ger tat studys but in fact she doesnt... andshe don give a dam... she jus does her hw.... and tats it!!... "good ger" sia!!...haha...&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...hope tat odac will do well in Temasak Regata!! and dont lose to CHIJ toa payoh le...Ganbate!! we can do it gerls!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1957442690718331268?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1957442690718331268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1957442690718331268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1957442690718331268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1957442690718331268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/wahoo.html' title='wahoo...'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-6039876645272005354</id><published>2007-03-24T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T01:47:44.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YoHoo!!</title><content type='html'>haha... so fun today too!! but sad my dad not in singapore...he went back hong kong to visit his mother... and leaving me and my sis...but nvm we can take care of ourselves...lol...hope he is having a nice trip back home....and on the day he comes back is the day my sis is goin back to hong kong!!... funny sia!!&lt;br /&gt;TOday!.. as for normal... is dragonboating day again...Mr J was taking our competitors boat then i realise that his training ain't tat tiring... SiewLe's training was more tiring.... i rmb she made us roll 800m straight and then 700m straight... our boat was so far from the shore tat we were out of sight.... we almost reached the Merlion!!...&lt;br /&gt;I introduced the WARAKU japanese rest. to my sis... and told her how good the food was.. so me and my sis decided to go together for dinner some time tis week!! Yeah!!!Cant wait to eat again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-6039876645272005354?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6039876645272005354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=6039876645272005354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/6039876645272005354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/6039876645272005354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/yohoo.html' title='YoHoo!!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-2587613744507192406</id><published>2007-03-21T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:39:47.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky! Lucky!</title><content type='html'>A few days ago i was so unlucky tat i dropped both my NIRC and my EZ-link... i dropped it on Sunday when i went to East Coast Park with my mei mei_s...haha... even though we had a fun time... at the end of the day it was all changed cos i tot i had such bad luk and haven gotten over it...On both Monday and Tuesday, i was still mornning over lossing it...and so luckily on Wednesday... a kind person mailed it to me... i wonder how this person looked like.... i was so happy when i heard tat my stuff was found....saved me much trouble...if not i would have to make eveything again...haha...&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely would like to thank tis person for sending my things back to me.... and not jus tossing it back to where he or her found it....tats all folks...thx again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-2587613744507192406?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2587613744507192406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=2587613744507192406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2587613744507192406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2587613744507192406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/lucky-lucky.html' title='Lucky! Lucky!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-1753571709548329972</id><published>2007-03-15T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:30:10.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOng reComManDaTiOn</title><content type='html'>For those who have watched NANA the movie... shld know of tis song... Truth by Reira starring Yuna Ito... but of cos most shld be familiar with Yuna Ito the singer.... but her as Reira of NANA the movie would definitely be a breath of fresh air...&lt;br /&gt;I like Yuna Ito's voice... her voice has a very comfortable feeling to me and i can hear that she gives emotions to her songs... so i really like her songs... i am considering getting her album some time later in the month...&lt;br /&gt;Weird huh!... talking about tis today... okok.. maybe i say smth else... My sister's friend is goin Japan tomorrow... and i asked my sis to ask her friend to help me get SMAP's 2006concert DVD... gosh... so happy and excited.... cant wait... haha... once i talk about tis i feel so excited!!...&lt;br /&gt;Hope her friend be back in singapore soon.... wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my friend Rihong today for dinner... at WARAKU japanese restuarant... the food there was MA MA MIA!! UMAe!!(not sure how to spell) DELICIOUS...lol...we ate alot and we were so full...haha... this restuarant is a branch... its main is at East Coast Park.... there is bigger and more spacious while the one tat we went to is next to the HONG KONG cha chan ting at East Coast Road which is smaller... haha.. both os East Coast... haha... i think the owner of the shop love East Coast eh...&lt;br /&gt;Really wish can go with my other friends next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-1753571709548329972?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1753571709548329972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=1753571709548329972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1753571709548329972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/1753571709548329972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/song-recommandation.html' title='SOng reComManDaTiOn'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-7664280658861965054</id><published>2007-03-14T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:44:44.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring Week...</title><content type='html'>Tis whole week is a holiday... yeah!!...but still have to do hw... aiya no mood to do...how?... i tried t start doin it for so many times but in the end... is either i fell aslp or i went doin smth else....i jus cant concentrate...someone help me!!! make me go out study and do my hw....smth like tat...lol... if not by the time school start i will be still in the holiday mood and i will die!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had dragonboat training today!!...haha...got tanned...very tanned...kinda like i got burnt la....but anyways i like getting burnt... even though it is bad for my skin but i like it...most of the time when i get burnt, my skin shades and it is like i have a new skin underneath and it does not have any pimples or black heads... wohoo!! new skin!!!&lt;br /&gt;first time tan until like very big difference with my original skin colour... so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh No.....my devilish sister is comin back from Bangkok tonite.... my happy days are over....sob...how i hope she stays there for a longer time....pls don come back... i dun wan see her!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-7664280658861965054?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7664280658861965054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=7664280658861965054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/7664280658861965054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/7664280658861965054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/tiring-week.html' title='Tiring Week...'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-606102382157854107</id><published>2007-03-14T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:30:10.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstandings??</title><content type='html'>There are going to be misunderstandings between people at times... different people deal with it differently... Some tend to let their mood get in the way, some just lets the misunderstanding get on and doesn't give a damn about it and others calmly think about the problem and solve it face to face... Which kind of a person are you?? Is this a habit thing or a character thing??... i personally think that its a habit thing... haha... funny huh! at how i think of this... most people will think of it as a character thing... cos people are different hence the way they handle this problems differently... to me... i think is a habit... no matter you agree or not its my opinion...hehe.. when a person lets his or her mood affect their decision or way of thinking... they will get used to it and they jus don't notice that their mood is making their decisions for them... They are just too used to it... They jus forget about having to control their temper and be reasonable... some people will tell their friends before hand that they are having a bad mood on the and alerts them to not fool around with them or not tell anyone and quarrels with their friends and apologize at the end of the day... to me i would think that even though it is a better way to avoid misunderstandings when the person itself be able to handle their emotions... this is the responsibility of both parties...I think that a person should not bring their bad emotions or moods while their facing other people that are not at all related... If u have a bad mood, go to a corner or the person who caused it and deal with it!! face to face!!! thats what i think a person should do... No matter how hard it is for you to deal, you still have to do it at the end of the day... so why not deal with it there and then...&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstandings always occur and how do you deal with it or do u actually notice that it is a misunderstanding... having misunderstandings is jus like my lunch and dinner between my friends and i, misunderstandings always occur... and it seems like mostly none of them actually notice that it was a misunderstanding and gets angry... they always say that who and who's has a bad attitude and they should watch it.... but none of them actually notice or re-think what actually the other person is refering to... they jus get angry and think that "that person" has an attitude porblem or is unreasonable or jus trying to make a fuss out of a small problem... sigh... how i hope misunderstandings never exist and stop causing so much trouble... but of cos there are people that seriously make people angry and have a bad attitude... haha... Quote"a person's character is hard to change"... by XXX... haha... i do agree but to a certain extend(social studies...lol)... a person's character is changable if the person is willing to and tries hard to make a better person out of him or herself... Are misunderstandings caused due to the persons way of understanding things or is it their mood??&lt;br /&gt;this is up to yourself to decide... have you ever misunderstood your friend, family or loved one?? I know i have... so i finally notice that having a cool head is very important while handling stuff like this...haha...&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, think back and see if you have any misunderstandings with anyone and jus deal with it... it isn't that hard isn't it...and remember that when u have a quarrels or angry with a friend... think back the whole thing.... and forget or forgive... its thebest way to keep a friend... And i will also look back and  think of things that i have done wrongly and hereby apologize if i really have done anyone wrong... and forget those misunderstandings that occured in the past... I hope that so will my friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-606102382157854107?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/606102382157854107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=606102382157854107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/606102382157854107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/606102382157854107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/misunderstandings.html' title='Misunderstandings??'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-6566898350168088293</id><published>2007-03-09T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:34:04.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RfGLZ4vSSwI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1vQn0KV4sM/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039962734848002818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RfGLZ4vSSwI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1vQn0KV4sM/s320/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol... weird title for today... haha.. I looked through my phone's camera album and saw tis picture which i took a week ago. When i was on my way to school, i saw tis boy walkin alone to school and found him quite sadistic so i jus took out my handphone and pretend to press my phone but in fact i was taking a picture of him...hehe... after tat i think he kinda felt smth so he started to walk faster and faster... but i still got the photo...haha...Crazy huh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I posted tis photo at the top of tis post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have dragonboating today and i had fun.... it was not even tiring and tis shows tat my stamina is getting better...Yeah!! not onli... i passed my 2.4km run today..... i kinda not really passed well before but tis time all thanks to my cutie little friend Tuty, i passed.... i was reaching already so i decided to maybe slack abit and then i saw her... den she jus dragged me back to the sch gate...haha... if anyone saw tat scene would definitely laugh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In school, is was the same old boring lessons and boring teachers but because i had a bad muscle ache tis morning, i brought a heat spray to sch for precautions... and YanHua tat DaLaoPo... go secretly go take and spray.... I have no idea how she spray one.. she sprayed until her thighs itch... i think she is sensitive to it... I was actually kinda concerned but on the other hand I was thinking that she deserves it... who asked her to use it secretly when she didn't have any sport sprain, injury or muscles aches...Sigh!! Can't be bothered abt her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like lookin at people being happy...i have no idea how i had tis habit but i believe many people have the same interests as me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever my class holds BBQ parties, i jus love attending them and helpin out... but i have tis secret interest in starting the fire... i jus love to start the fire... so normally i would go for the party is because i like to start the fire and not because of the food or others...Its so fun starting the fire...hehe...not onli i can start the fire, i could see people happily playing and having fun... i like to see people i know being happy.. it makes me happy too...haha!! My classmate Steffi invited me for BBQ tis coming thursday and i have not made up my mind whether i shld go anot?? Someone decide for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to leave a message on the tag box...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5088477866274037973-6566898350168088293?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6566898350168088293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=6566898350168088293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/6566898350168088293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/6566898350168088293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/crazy-me.html' title='Crazy Me...'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RfGLZ4vSSwI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1vQn0KV4sM/s72-c/DSC00479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-859241342360212030</id><published>2007-03-06T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:24:07.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wohoo!!! todae so fun... Alison and i keep taking turns to nap in class... lol... when i nap i nvr get caught but when she nap she got caught...haha...poor thing~~ why ar?? eveytime she slp in class oso kana caught... like me... aiya!! i forgot to check smth for her todae... arh........ how to answer her tml.......&lt;br /&gt;I am having dragonboat tml... so looking forward to it... i kinda like dragonboating but i jus cant stand my teacher...sigh....cant help it la... mus bear wit it...gd luk to me tml ba...&lt;br /&gt;Tats all for todae!! hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-859241342360212030?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/859241342360212030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=859241342360212030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/859241342360212030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/859241342360212030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/wohoo-todae-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-8967400854111147390</id><published>2007-03-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:32:08.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got fooled!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;unlucky&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; fooled by Alison... i was thinkin which subject to bring home to study and i could not make a decision so i asked her if i shld bring English, Chemistry or Biology... and she said Biology... the most disturbing and heavy book of all... then i have to bring this bok with all my others home... and it was so heavy i can feel my arm aching... Now i don't have to dragonboat and still get a balanced arm muscle...and its all thanks to Alison...&lt;br /&gt;My form teacher wants to meet my parent... what is she going to say?? i have been handing up her homework but why! why! why! And i don't want to see her too... she is very irritating... even if i sleep in classes but i would still do my homework...i really don't want to see her and so does my father... both of us find her a bother...what should i do??...sigh!&lt;br /&gt;I went to have lunch with my honeykon today due to the rain... haha... we went to Jack's Place... the food there is actually no really that good... i don't think i won't be going back there for some time...it was fun going out with honeykon... its been a while seens we went out together the last time... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RehDOTViycI/AAAAAAAAAA4/20bw5zWPthc/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037350096201763266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RehDOTViycI/AAAAAAAAAA4/20bw5zWPthc/s320/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special For Today:&lt;br /&gt;I recommand a book!! A book called "NNNNN" by Carl Reines&lt;br /&gt;Is a humourous book... ... ... ... ... ...to be contiuned... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-8967400854111147390?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8967400854111147390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=8967400854111147390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8967400854111147390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/8967400854111147390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-got-fooled.html' title='I got fooled!!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RehDOTViycI/AAAAAAAAAA4/20bw5zWPthc/s72-c/DSC00469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-6828745305557649707</id><published>2007-03-01T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:57:08.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ehm&lt;/span&gt;.... Wad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shld&lt;/span&gt; i say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;todae&lt;/span&gt;?? God, i have no idea.... so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;todae&lt;/span&gt; i will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; not say anything... maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nxt&lt;/span&gt; time...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... i forgot i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bak&lt;/span&gt; all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; series from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fren&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; Saturday...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wahaha&lt;/span&gt;... all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;series&lt;/span&gt;...welcome back!! And i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to central library &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; Saturday too wit my another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;fren&lt;/span&gt; who has to go back to her sch and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt; no idea when her sch is ending... -_-"" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;....how can she not know... anyways i wan go east coast roller-blade.... its been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;vry&lt;/span&gt; long since i roller-blade... i think my skills of balancing has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;deteriorated...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tats it.. cya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-6828745305557649707?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6828745305557649707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=6828745305557649707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/6828745305557649707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/6828745305557649707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/ehm.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-4384521480777870065</id><published>2007-02-28T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:58:09.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another typical day</title><content type='html'>I seriously have no idea wad to write for tis blog le... my life recently is like the water in a lake...vry calm and boring...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...i had my literature CA todae... and i think i flung it again jus like wad i did to my social studies and geography... tml will be chinese...even though my chinese is quite standard but i still dont have much confidence in it... looking at my frenz doin well in their chinese makes me happy but it also saddens me...i am afraid that i cant catch up... there are many subjects tat i think i cant catch up...those are math, social studies, geog, english, and even literature... how i wish the holidaes come... so i can take my time and start catchin up..to me this isnt stress.. i am not stressed, i jus nid time... how i hope the clock will stop for me and let me chase my time back...&lt;br /&gt;anyways... i hav dragonboat tml... another acheing day is gonna come again... and hope tat Mr J would  not let me have the front sit again........Pray Hard!!&lt;br /&gt;But i am still lookin foward to tis fun day wit my frenz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-4384521480777870065?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4384521480777870065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-2317807961321180579</id><published>2007-02-24T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T12:16:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22Feb2007...hehe</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to post tis yesterday night but i was too tired to do so...I had dragonboating yesterday!! Dam tiring... I was put into Mr Juraimy's boat...and i was also put in the front sit.... the girl beside me was so kan chiong tat she goes too fast....den i have been telling her from most of the time to slow down so tat the ppl at the back can catch up.... den whenever my teacher was in front of the boat coachin, i would always do things wrong because the front is alrdy so small and yet he still wan squeeze... dam disturbing!!! Yesterday during dragonboating, it was raining all the way... so everyone was drenched... and still had to roll the boat... poor us!!&lt;br /&gt;Now all my muscles are aching.....someone massagefor me?? Yesterday was also my geog CA... how did it go...bad of cos... i was totally writeing rubbish and was dossing off most of the time...die la...my english oso like tat den my geog... sigh... die...but happy thing is iam going to HMV wit honykon todae lor.... my SMAP... i am coming for u!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-2317807961321180579?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2317807961321180579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=2317807961321180579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2317807961321180579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2317807961321180579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/22feb2007hehe.html' title='22Feb2007...hehe'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-2934916051696373379</id><published>2007-02-22T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:31:15.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another School Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/Rd2kc3dxLFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xGqj3PzDmAA/s1600-h/details_ghostrider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034360774302182482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/Rd2kc3dxLFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xGqj3PzDmAA/s320/details_ghostrider.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah... Me and Tuty went to watch GhostRider lor...!!! Tat blur Tuty ar... dun even noe the way to the cinema and den she was bringing me around Bedok... both of us were sweating and we were running late... so we ran from one end of the estate to the other...but finally we were able to watch the movie... but the worse thing is tat... tat cinema don even have a good popcorn popper!!! I didnt get to eat popcorn!!! Anyways the movie was wonderful!!! It was all worth the while...i was sitting at the edge of my sit sia...I jus love Nicholas Cage!!!!So Handsome!!!OMG... I am crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;On Tue, i went to watch tis movie wit wendy.... so nice... but she got my ticket.... i wan it back and keep as memory.... and yet wendy tells me tat she forgot where she has put it!!! NO!!... Pls hope wendy can find it!!!! pls pls pls!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tis morning, my mom left for HK... kinda missing her alrdy...sad.. all the good fod she cooks and the laughters we had...but i will also go bak to HK after Os so.... wait for me my good food...&lt;br /&gt;I got my English CA todae... and i can bet i will fail.... I didnt even noe wad the passage is tokin abt la... and unluckily, i lost my geography textbook... how am i goin to study for tml's geog CA??&lt;br /&gt;Wish Me Luk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-2934916051696373379?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2934916051696373379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=2934916051696373379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2934916051696373379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2934916051696373379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-school-day.html' title='Another School Day'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/Rd2kc3dxLFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xGqj3PzDmAA/s72-c/details_ghostrider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-4926913473314056713</id><published>2007-02-21T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:47:52.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!! I found a friend who got same taste as me!!!</title><content type='html'>It is hard to find friends tat have the same interests as u but indeed i found 1!!!! Tuty... love u sia... haha...&lt;br /&gt;She has the same taste as me, we both love to drink bubble tea, eat KFC and crazy abt to same movie!!! Gosh!! dunno how come she is malay lor... i think we sistas sia... all the same...haha&lt;br /&gt;So happy!! and we both love to watch GhostRider the movie.. and unexpectedly we both wan to watch it again... so we decided to go tml after her NCC...dam ON sia her... lol...&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe it!!! tis is first time so fast set wit a friend de....lol...we set tat we goin to watch the movie again... together!!! OMG!! WE ARE CRAZY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-4926913473314056713?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4926913473314056713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=4926913473314056713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4926913473314056713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/4926913473314056713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg-i-found-friend-who-got-same-taste.html' title='OMG!!! I found a friend who got same taste as me!!!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-804834621858417403</id><published>2007-02-21T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:33:57.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivocity'/><title type='text'>WOnderful Day Out Wit Wendy to ViVO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RdwXYndxLDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3oJMccpRY6I/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So find yesterday!!! We were suppose to go to each others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hse&lt;/span&gt; to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pao&lt;/span&gt; one... but wen's mom had to go to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shifu&lt;/span&gt; there den my mom had to go out wit her friend den it was late &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alrdy&lt;/span&gt; so me and wen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; decided to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ViVocity&lt;/span&gt; by ourselves... We reach there at around 5 so we went to catch a movie. We watch "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ghostrider&lt;/span&gt;" the movie.... it was awesome.... i simply loved it... Nicholas Cage was dam handsome, dam cool and dam sexy!!!!! I was blown away by how he was able to keep his body till now... I still could not forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; movie!!! I think i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt; fallen in love wit Nicholas Cage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;... but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; tat after a few days it would be over cos i tend to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; 3min heat on the artists tat i like.... after a few days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; liking would fade away but i would definitely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;rmb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; person and still like them but not like in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;startin&lt;/span&gt;.... like how i like johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;depp&lt;/span&gt;... i was really crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; him when i started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;watchin&lt;/span&gt; his movies... but now it all faded.... I would still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;continue&lt;/span&gt; to admire them until the day i die!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RdwYGHdxLEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/04LeqpUQeUQ/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033924976855559234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RdwYGHdxLEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/04LeqpUQeUQ/s320/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie me and wen went for dinner at.... The Earle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Swensen's&lt;/span&gt;... actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt; went there for their banana split while i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; fine wit anything.....we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; had a plate of pasta and a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;appetizer&lt;/span&gt; then came the ice-cream!!! Yummy!!! Then we went to Candy Empire... my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; place...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hoho&lt;/span&gt;.... and after tat we were on our way home....&lt;br /&gt;We changed the bus from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; at PS and we saw a MAD MAN at the bus-stop... he was like kicking the bus?? and scolding the bus.... wen was trying to stop herself from laughing while i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;vry&lt;/span&gt; confused!!!!...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a fun day... after i went home i was so tired tat i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; washed my face and went straight to bed....I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; its disgusting but i was really tired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!.. and i bathed before i leave my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;hse&lt;/span&gt;... So tat was my fun day out wit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt; my friend and i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;forwrd&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;nxt&lt;/span&gt; weekend when i go out wit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;honeykon&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. Yeah... i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt; waited long for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; day... We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;HMV&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;tats all for now folks, till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;nxt&lt;/span&gt; time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;JA&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/5088477866274037973-804834621858417403?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/804834621858417403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=804834621858417403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/804834621858417403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/804834621858417403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/wonderful-day-out-wit-wendy-to-vivo.html' title='WOnderful Day Out Wit Wendy to ViVO!!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/RdwYGHdxLEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/04LeqpUQeUQ/s72-c/DSC00473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-2816298590058701731</id><published>2007-02-19T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T20:49:40.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day has come!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sup!! hows everyone doin today?? I noe i am fine... cos i ate alot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's cooking is definitely heavenly... bet i got heavier in tis few days..&lt;br /&gt;Die!! Got 2.4 run when skool reopen... die no stamina alrdy le... sure fail 1... Den after tat i will get laughed at by all my friends... (sigh...)&lt;br /&gt;Nvm la.. all i have to do is try my best!!! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a funny mom!!! There was once i told her i feel like bungie jumpin... Guess wads her reaction... for the nxt two weeks she calls  back from HK every nite and tells me "meimei don jump ar!! don jump!!"... haha... funny rite?? Lol... kk i do have a loving mom tats y i shld not blame or interfere wit her life... Even though she is funny, she is also sometimes vry irritating when she nags...but its all fine wit me... i got used to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese culture, having soup is good for the body and skin... but personally i don care, as long as it is good soup... i love it!! in my memories, i could drink 1 whole pot of soup in one nite...cool rite!! ANd todae i had soup again!!!! Loved it!! I had tomato, onion, celery and beef soup....Yum yum!! So full now... full until lazy write le ar!! seeya nxt time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-2816298590058701731?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2816298590058701731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=2816298590058701731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2816298590058701731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/2816298590058701731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-day-has-come.html' title='New Day has come!!!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088477866274037973.post-5756613944101218553</id><published>2007-02-19T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T02:02:58.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brief on my life recently'/><title type='text'>First boring nite wit my first post on my vry first blog!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yeah.... my first blog is done all by myself....hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the nite at 1.50am...&lt;br /&gt;Ain't i crazy?? I think i am though... I find my life vry boring... but i have no idea how to make it better...&lt;br /&gt;My mom is in Singapore to celebrate Lunar new year wit us... (My father, my sister and me) she often nags abt me being lazy and vry much like my dad... and toks bad abt my dad behind his back and tells us not to learn from him...&lt;br /&gt;I indeed have a weird family... No one would have any idea how confusing my family is...&lt;br /&gt;on the outside, i have a kinda loving family where my mom dotes on me and my father dotes on me but who noes wads behind...&lt;br /&gt;Legally my mom and my dad arn't separated but actually they are... they dont love each other at all(practically detest each other) and opening in HK my mom got a bf who i noe... How is a normal gerl gotta react to tis?? For me i choose to keep quiet, cos i think tat it is the "adults" world as most noe... we children have no rite to interfere...there are many things tat i noe tat others dont... but to me keeping secrets aint a hard task cos i kinda got used to it since many years ago when i start to understand many things and notice many things... some things are not for us to interfere while others are to be kept in the dark to protect loved ones... I believe my elder sister also noe many things... but not as much as me... Maybe nxt time i am able to tell more abt my life in my nxt post at comes at nite!!! heheh...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways thx for reading!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088477866274037973-5756613944101218553?l=saltychocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5756613944101218553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088477866274037973&amp;postID=5756613944101218553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5756613944101218553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088477866274037973/posts/default/5756613944101218553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltychocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-boring-nite-wit-my-first-post-on.html' title='First boring nite wit my first post on my vry first blog!!!'/><author><name>Lucky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10509071779261271386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYHiUpI8tWs/S2R2DDZ5fbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pq_fvohfqE4/S220/DSC04396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
