<?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-36780752</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:42:17.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joyride</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-7857298884527283484</id><published>2007-07-22T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T18:29:05.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i crave acceptance, unconditional love and hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want some tofu right now too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-7857298884527283484?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/7857298884527283484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=7857298884527283484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/7857298884527283484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/7857298884527283484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-crave-acceptance-unconditional-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-3030365512954682186</id><published>2007-07-17T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T17:25:29.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-3030365512954682186?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/3030365512954682186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=3030365512954682186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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gonna come into play a while later.&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, it's just.. semi-bliss. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guten tag. ich bin fröhlich. ich hoffen es nimmer hält. that was a direct translation, it's probably wrong anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-87720180385180277?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/87720180385180277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nick swardson's too gay to function.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe transformers was sold out EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love that deck at vivo anyway. always lovely to sit out there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great time. i feel happy/guilty/scared all at the same time. petrified more like it. i was shaking just a while ago. i know how i am. once i drop, i drop a thousand feet, heads first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=5196574"&gt;British Baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/myspacetv_vplayer0005.swf" flashvars="m=5196574&amp;amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=5196574&amp;amp;title=British Baby"&gt;Add 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href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/07/nick-swardsons-too-gay-to-function.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-5623148576009104586</id><published>2007-06-29T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:10:45.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sitting in the atrium with my newswriting homework in front of me. everything is completed EXCEPT the story itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm cut out to be a journalist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-5623148576009104586?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-4723642613911265926</id><published>2007-06-25T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T11:41:15.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i found where to look to for happiness. it's a place that comes to you when you close your eyes. somewhere in the middle of your chest. you focus on it, and the feeling slowly rolls over the rest of your body like a trickle. and when it reaches your fingers and toes, you get a tingly warmth and calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, after all that, when you open your eyes again, your vision seems brighter. but the place to draw that joy from is your choice entirely. i guess it seems like utter nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-4723642613911265926?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/4723642613911265926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=4723642613911265926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/4723642613911265926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/4723642613911265926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill-always-be-irritating-positive-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-4675982111662113418</id><published>2007-06-25T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:33:38.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-4675982111662113418?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/4675982111662113418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=4675982111662113418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/4675982111662113418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/4675982111662113418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-4773495834891393546</id><published>2007-06-22T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:05:00.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't want to be a teen anymore. everything gets so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate change. i hate insecurities. if i wasn't so self conscious my friends probably wouldn't recognise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry guy-ranting blog! i've let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a guy. i'll use the urinal everyday. and the male toilet won't be the soul-sucking devil portal hole that it is now. and then i'll crossdress and totally freak guys out by stroking them unsuspectingly on the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this quote about nicole richie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please eat, Nicole. If I pulled a cake out of the oven and dipped you into it, I would know whether it was done baking. You shouldn't diet yourself down to wood-shaving status. Open your mouth, shovel food into it, chew, swallow, and then KEEP IT THERE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to fairytale traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• rich marry poor&lt;br /&gt;• ugly marry pretty&lt;br /&gt;• tramps marry ladies&lt;br /&gt;• mermaid marry human&lt;br /&gt;• royalty exchange bodily fluids with frogs&lt;br /&gt;• people fall in love in a day&lt;br /&gt;• bookworms like hairy men named beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wonder how our lives would turn out if we lived in fairytales. im guessing we would... marry a fhot hobo with a fish tail protrusion in a day after we crashed into the magical tree of life in our pumpkin carriage because we were drooling over a hair-covered man in the bushes and the hobo came to rescue us from our orange seedy prison under the guise of carving the pumpkin for next halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we'll live happily every after in the castle's dungeons drinking each others' blood for sustenance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-4773495834891393546?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/4773495834891393546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=4773495834891393546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/4773495834891393546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/4773495834891393546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-want-to-be-teen-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-238048023095097918</id><published>2007-06-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:46:22.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;yellow nail polish is the bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most fun i've ever  had in 873496 days. thank you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;timbre&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute guys, good music, lychee martini, cute guys, great pizza, free drink. how can that combination ever go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think all chris-es that sing are hot. chris from caracal. wooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. if you thought that 3 hot girls sitting in a bar would get some masculine attention, you're absolutely right. two really cute guys came up to our table and started dancing all around. then they proceeded to stick their tongues out in this really cute way. when they had to leave, they got sooo upset about leaving us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. they had the combined age of ten. but STILL. free sprite anyway. poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab asked me this really sudden random question, she asked if i was ready to date. like.. yeah i'm ready. the question is if im ready to let go of my anger. im not sure. some days i think, 'oh gawwd. let it go already.' then others i remember and i just get so mad and upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. fun day. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-238048023095097918?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/238048023095097918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=238048023095097918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/238048023095097918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/238048023095097918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/06/yellow-nail-polish-is-bomb-most-fun-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-7946331247231344678</id><published>2007-06-06T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:13:40.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB GUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wanna have your babies. i see them popping up like daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivan koumaev is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFsXXmwW36w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFsXXmwW36w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/7946331247231344678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/7946331247231344678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-5571475797270013970</id><published>2007-04-26T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:50:07.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you delectable chunk of meat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-5571475797270013970?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/5571475797270013970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=5571475797270013970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/5571475797270013970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/5571475797270013970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-7052597101478731038</id><published>2007-04-03T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T02:13:06.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cooked my FIRST MEAL EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in, totally with no help, the entire meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner, in fact. which i think is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; most important meal of the day. AND the hardest to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. for the side, i made butter-baked portabello mushrooms topped with garlic, cheese and bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the the main course i made a club sandwich with wholemeal bread. first deck, cheese, eggs, bacon. second deck, tomatoes, butterhead lettuce and beef pastrami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, i'm rather pleased with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 372px; height: 465px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/firstmeal.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 466px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/firstmeal2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mushrooms were delicious, if i do say so myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sandwich was a lil too dry for my taste. i'll fry some onions and mushrooms and throw them in next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, i know you want to say it. it's chris' loss for not snapping me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohoh, and i really hope the en-bloc goes through. 74%, just need 6% more! mama promised a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice present if it comes true (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-7052597101478731038?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/7052597101478731038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=7052597101478731038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/7052597101478731038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/7052597101478731038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-cooked-my-first-meal-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-7031126177201714272</id><published>2007-04-02T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T02:37:24.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weekend update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;glenda had her birthday on saturday. pictures and videos coming your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 403px; height: 322px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/31-03-07_2107.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to right, luzian, glenda, zhihui, junhui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 406px; height: 324px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/31-03-07_2108.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look at that little one crying! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the vids. gosh. the vids. so cute you'll want to take her home. can you see her excitement, her chubby arms waving about and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=2019347475"&gt;babababa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=2019347475&amp;amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="346" width="430"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=2019347475&amp;amp;title=babababa"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;  More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=2019347905"&gt;babababa 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=2019347905&amp;amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="346" width="430"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=2019347905&amp;amp;title=babababa%202"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;  More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can hear all of us laughing in the background (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh. i don't think anyone watching this would say my niece isn't cute. she's getting a head start on talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 392px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/01-04-07_1217.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a random pic of my sis dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-7031126177201714272?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/7031126177201714272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=7031126177201714272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/7031126177201714272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/7031126177201714272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-update-glenda-had-her-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-7116096769910966818</id><published>2007-03-30T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T03:31:29.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no. so much trouble. i did NOT ask for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and no, it's not what you're thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for work tomorrow. sheesh. with papa daniel, rowell, xinli, rina, rainer etc. nice friendly uncomplicated people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you need a license to be gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-7116096769910966818?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/7116096769910966818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=7116096769910966818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/7116096769910966818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/7116096769910966818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-6106764208103224075</id><published>2007-03-29T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:38:57.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my new template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MOKKU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-6106764208103224075?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/6106764208103224075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=6106764208103224075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/6106764208103224075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/6106764208103224075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-my-new-template.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-2349870064409805056</id><published>2007-03-28T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:42:39.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still can't sleep. it's 4 freaking am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px; height: 262px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/28-03-07_0339.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think i'm getting darn vain. but i'm a girl. it's my right isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised before going to sleep that my top was on the other way round. aha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-2349870064409805056?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/2349870064409805056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=2349870064409805056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/2349870064409805056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/2349870064409805056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-still-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-1223866120859721720</id><published>2007-03-27T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T03:08:28.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think you're a closet pervert. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/e63082tZhyB8EB?searchId=7181926374280051622&amp;amp;rank=13"&gt;more chris daughtry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the songs he ever sang on american idol. well he's more successful than taylor hicks! boo grey haired men with jerking fits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-1223866120859721720?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/1223866120859721720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=1223866120859721720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/1223866120859721720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/1223866120859721720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-youre-closet-pervert.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-6993486744847174115</id><published>2007-03-26T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:50:48.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had lunch with my family. [extended family]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 416px; height: 331px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/25-03-07_1402.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dim sum at tung lok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 401px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/25-03-07_1404.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ur reading this, hi zhi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 410px; height: 327px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/25-03-07_1416.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we caught a glimpse of mark's boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u cant see it properly, it has spongebob all over it. i really dont understand guys' obsession with spongebob. i think every guy i know at least likes spongebob. even like 20 yr old guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the sheer absurdness of the entire cartoon calls out to guys' innate childlike quality. it's like their thing. women can multi-task and guys have their inner child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 408px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/25-03-07_1427.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw this cute picture in some ad. fish cute. char like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 404px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/25-03-07_1442.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with cousins [i like this picture! i think its nice (:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 403px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/25-03-07_1854.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then dinner at keppel club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-6993486744847174115?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/6993486744847174115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=6993486744847174115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/6993486744847174115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/6993486744847174115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-3254861009191149910</id><published>2007-03-22T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:23:10.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the surprise birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 339px; height: 424px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/21-03-07_1309.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of pepper in mona's soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sand, the sea and alot alot of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we built little streams around mok-land (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the no blindfold surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lulu the dead horse and then off to singyi's place where we played nigel's water drinking game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coco lee the coconut! one day nigel slept with a coconut. and the result's coco lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 336px; height: 420px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/21-03-07_2003.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steve had to touch his nipples for a prolonged period of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love it when we just get together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waiting for xj's pictures (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-3254861009191149910?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/3254861009191149910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=3254861009191149910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/3254861009191149910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/3254861009191149910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/surprise-birthday-party-alot-of-pepper.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-6752710605840215366</id><published>2007-03-18T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:24:50.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>photo update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 361px; height: 452px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/16-03-07_1658.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice picture at ikea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 362px; height: 451px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/17-03-07_1847.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby niece glereal. yeah her name sounds elfish.&lt;br /&gt;see how she sleeps, with her chubby lil arms just stretched out like that? i want one. any chance chris daughtry can father it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished the horse-shaped pinata. i named it lulu. so when we whack it, it'll be symbolic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-6752710605840215366?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/6752710605840215366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=6752710605840215366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/6752710605840215366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/6752710605840215366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/photo-update-nice-picture-at-ikea-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-8980315017182823886</id><published>2007-03-18T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:28:17.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooh. my schedule for next week is.. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday 2-11&lt;br /&gt;tuesday 3-11&lt;br /&gt;thursday 3-11&lt;br /&gt;friday 2-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm looking forward to the $207 i'll make at the end of next friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why my customers keep making fun of me or something. for example, one guy put 200 pax on the booking list, then when i asked table for how many, this other customer was like, "how many do you think? unless you want to join us then 6 la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this couple was betting&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/gl.link.gif" alt="Link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my age! like.. WHAT? they asked me over and were like, "sorry ah.. just wondering, what's your age?" then when i said 18, the wife smacked her husband's thigh and said "i told you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT! i don't look my age? then there were those other people that asked rhetorical questions [can takeaway the fork?/can top up chocolate fondue?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work's fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need the money since i found this website. singaporeans selling/trading their slightly used clothes and whatevernots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/sgselltrade/"&gt;Sg Sell Trade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me.. i want to sell my creative zen vision [white]! 30gb, 3.7" screen, full package, free cover, no scratches. any takers? i'm thinking $320.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-8980315017182823886?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/8980315017182823886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=8980315017182823886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/8980315017182823886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/8980315017182823886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/oooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-1586100084407973235</id><published>2007-03-16T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:50:31.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so the onslaught of pictures begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it's not so much. just that im not the many pics kind of blogger so this is alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY GOT OUT OF THE HOUSE TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard and bugis with my family. i think i have an obsession with clothes. clothes and chris daughtry, yes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, there's this lovely cheap cafe at bugis that has THE best shepard's pie. i love my pie. nothing beats mashed potato in pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 321px; height: 402px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/15-03-07_2013.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im excited about my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 403px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/15-03-07_2014.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. im very excited about my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 404px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/15-03-07_2020.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah she doesnt look that happy about her spaghetti. notice whats in her hand? shes such a bookworm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 406px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/15-03-07_2114.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before: papa the atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 404px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/15-03-07_2115.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after: he's happy to spend money on his daughters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm finally working tmr. 6pm-12am. come see sab and i! vivo haagen-daz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-1586100084407973235?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/1586100084407973235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=1586100084407973235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/1586100084407973235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/1586100084407973235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-so-onslaught-of-pictures-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-8107466040548954216</id><published>2007-03-15T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T02:45:53.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you lived in america. how different would your life be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were in a normal american school.. i'd either want to write in the school's newspaper.. or be a cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[oh mickey you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two extremes... like the wakefield twins on sweet valley! i'm... jess-abeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in college i'll try out for a sorority! like bimbo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd date non-scrawny guys on the debate team and break the jock-cheerleader cycle! am i the only girl who thinks a guy who can argue is a turn on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats it. if charmaine were in america, she'd be the weird chinese bimbo geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you'd be ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realdoll.com/dolls.asp"&gt;click this link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so so so real its creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steve's such a manslut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-8107466040548954216?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/8107466040548954216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=8107466040548954216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/8107466040548954216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/8107466040548954216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-you-lived-in-america.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-5393068612307122936</id><published>2007-03-14T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T17:43:40.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i have a new phone, courtesy of papa, i decided to deck my blog out in pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love bluetooth and usb cables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/11-03-07_2158.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats jie in her room, with no make-up.... the horror of charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 212px; height: 264px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/11-03-07_1901.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama at fish and co. can you see that big swordfish just jumping out of her hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 211px; height: 158px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/14-03-07_1609.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think this picture is so dawn yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored at home. someone ask me out pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-5393068612307122936?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/5393068612307122936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=5393068612307122936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/5393068612307122936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/5393068612307122936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/since-i-have-new-phone-courtesy-of-papa.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-557340468645759624</id><published>2007-03-14T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T17:53:49.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY MEHUL MIHU MEHO THE LION DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to our favourite bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehul! we love you and miss you in this terrible dreadful long holiday. i can't believe you're twenty. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWENTY. like a big fat in-you-face 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you're an old man. and yet you're going around saying you're a lion like my bratty little cousin. his identity crisis is more serious than yours. his identities include a tiger, a pussy cat and a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. you're the cutest twenty yr old make-believe lion anyway. oh wait. did i say cute? i mean... ahem. bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when are we coming over to your new house? we've waited MONTHS. we deserve to at least frolic in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alright. hurry and reply my sms, bad boy. tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! i got my results....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.7 improvement from last semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay me. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jie got A for her attachment. which is equivalent to five subjects. yay her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my really unappetizing lunch. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-557340468645759624?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/557340468645759624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=557340468645759624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/557340468645759624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/557340468645759624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-mehul-mihu-meho-lion-day-rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-5677276160917629599</id><published>2007-03-14T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T04:54:01.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's a thought from watching sex and they city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[yes i know i'm obsessed. i've finished the first two seasons in two nights.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how girls always wait for their prince charming, their white knight or something. and after break ups their friends all go, 'ah don't worry. the right one'll come along.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if the white knight never shows up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if.. there is no such thing as the right one. do we just settle? my parents were like, 'oh sureeeee. you think you want to marry for love, but when you hit your midlife, boom, it's all about if he can support your lifestyle.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for old couples walking hand in hand in the park. my parents are so not like that. way to burst my happy little naive bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what does poor little snow white do?&lt;br /&gt;sleep with the castle guards?&lt;br /&gt;stay with the seven dwarves and keep them happy and smiling? [i think grumpy gets her last, thats why he's always unhappy.]&lt;br /&gt;go to the local sperm bank and fertilize herself the not-so-old-fashioned-and-less-fun way and have babies to keep her life fulfilling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do we save ourselves and stop waiting for some big strong testosterone-driven male to rue the day. cos aren't we all just waiting for something or someone to save us, to rescue us from the monotony of our mundane lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what can newly independent snow white do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burn down the forests like they do in indonesia. then use the flat land to build skyscrapers and become really career-oriented?&lt;br /&gt;hook up with the really hot fireman trying to save the burning forest, have mindblowing emotionless sex and use him as a boy-toy in her newly self-sufficient life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you do. keep waiting and hoping on the white knight who may or may not come, or build a more substantial dependable plan to secure a future for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if the white knight does come, can he provide a loving foolproof future? i mean, there could be really seductive busty milkmaids waiting behind the palace walls that'll give him a toss in the hay and then sue him for paternity suits months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even if snow white gouges the white knights eyes out to keep them from wandering, will there always be fresh goats milk and bread on the table? what if the king decided there would be no more wars ever cos he married a hippie and changed his belief system. then the white knight would be out of job and be scrubbing privies day to night and day again. then he'd be a smelly knight and snow white would be compelled to relief her sexual urges with the palace guards or the really hot fireman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's say they have no problem with food and they have a nice section of the palace to live in and the king loves wars. in fact, he loves them so much, he fights other countries wars. the white knight gets sent off to iraq and gets decapitated. does snow white remarry? even if she does love the white knight so much she can't love any privy-scrubbing man any more than she loved him, would she marry for companionship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about kids? the white knight needs heirs to carry on the 'white' family name. what if snow white can't bear sons, would he have an yokoono/maypang affair [fyi, i'd never ask my friends to sleep with my husband. that just creeps me out]? even if snow white bears many sons and they grow up big and healthy like their father, what if they're stupid [like their dad of course. snow white's a potential threat to donald trump]? what if they can't pass their jousting-101 test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if white knight has a pony instead of a stallion and can't give snow white the ride that she really wants? then she goes for the duke of wellington whose stallion's much nicer to ride than the white knights. and i don't really blame snow white for going for the duke's. after all, these medieval folks don't test-drive the barn animals before the marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if snow white and the white knight can pass through all those tests of medieval life, i wish them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the story goes of snow white and the white knight. they lived happily ever after, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this was my favourite post ever. i hope you enjoyed it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy it's late. i've been sleeping at 5 and waking up at 2 these few days. someone needs to take me out of the house. there's only so much of the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;oprah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; can entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw chris daughtry's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8lFgAP54vA"&gt;it's not over&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today. he's. so. fine. darn that wedding ring. HE'S MINE YOU OLDER WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. if there really were white knights.. i want mine to be a hot rich fireman. who can sing. yeah. oh wait. 'rich' and 'fireman' don't go together. i'm gonna have to rethink that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-5677276160917629599?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/5677276160917629599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=5677276160917629599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/5677276160917629599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/5677276160917629599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/heres-thought-from-watching-sex-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-7780446245067383495</id><published>2007-03-13T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:50:13.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was watching sex and the city. and charlotte's boyfriend just offered to get circumcised cos she wasn't comfortable with him being.. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that so sweet??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-7780446245067383495?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/7780446245067383495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=7780446245067383495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/7780446245067383495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/7780446245067383495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-watching-sex-and-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-74062152277522290</id><published>2007-03-12T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T14:55:40.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"why don't unmarried women just marry a fat guy? why don't they just marry a big fat tub of lard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooh. i just started watching sex and the city, it's so cute. it's like bridget jones' diary made into a serial. with american characters of course. yep.. no british frumpies.. no london farmer dj  westminster college 23 yr old ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my tv show (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-74062152277522290?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/74062152277522290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=74062152277522290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/74062152277522290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/74062152277522290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-dont-unmarried-women-just-marry-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-6545907558186919927</id><published>2007-03-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:49:34.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for anyone who wants to know. my only shift this coming week at work is friday from 6pm-12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more shifts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-6545907558186919927?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/6545907558186919927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=6545907558186919927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/6545907558186919927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/6545907558186919927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-anyone-who-wants-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-5047842813978770528</id><published>2007-03-10T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:16:50.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is the song 'all i want to do is make love to you' in my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was so so fun! so, there're like tons of ngee ann ppl. and 2 from early childhood. they're nice. i think i may ahve scared off one of them by my incessant talking. yeah i told them how blk 52/53 is haunted and how mcm ppl hate kids. they were pretty shocked (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. remember when mok said, 'oh don't worry. first day only have to clean and carry things'. and how estella said that first day can taste ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONSENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got there, put on our uniforms, and they threw us into training and work immediately. hell, i did everything except kitchen. being host is fun :D you stand there to greet people and ask whether they're dining in or taking away, then you raise your hand for other people to take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first table was this group of really endearing ah bengs. apparently they asked sab why she refilled their glasses every five mins... and my second table was this blond guy who was really nice. which brings me to singaporeans.. they're just so typically rude.. even when they thank you, sometimes it doesnt feel sincere. my first two tables were really nice people though~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. when i went in, there was like a buzz, cos apparently the manager's name is charmaine. wowee! and my asst manager said he was shocked when he saw me cos apparently i look like some philipino star. [no, not charmaine star. she and i are on totally different levels.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my co-worker asked where i got my accent from. sheesh. i think sab and i are somewhat outcasts when it comes to verbal singlish communication. and and.. i was taking this table's order, they spoke in chinese but i replied in english, cos, when i brought them to their table they spoke english. so i know they understand. [and yes, it's also reflex] so i turned away for a while, and i heard one of them say, 'wo bu shi gen ni jiang le ma.. ta bu hui jiang hua yu de..' [translation: didn't i tell you, she doesn't know how to speak chinese..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey hey!! i'll have you know im BILINGUAL k.. b3, B3!!! and a while before they came i directed a chinese nun to kopitiam k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. people are so nice! i wish steve was with us though. he can eavesdrop on what they're talking bout and tell us. i can't wait for ALL you guys to start working and tell me how ur first day was like. yeah. even 50 cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this video. i love america bashing. bush bashing. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvsS0d41DLE"&gt;Great Moments in Presidential Speeches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. sab. want it, crave it, beg it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-5047842813978770528?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/5047842813978770528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=5047842813978770528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/5047842813978770528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/5047842813978770528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-is-song-all-i-want-to-do-is-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-6370308346926325543</id><published>2007-03-06T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T01:07:27.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i totally agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want a three stories big house with a swimming pool and a hot tub and a library and mirrors on the ceiling. [tho that'd b really nice.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need tons of cash where i can shop wherever i want and have sales people at my beck and call. [but oh.. how nice.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't crave a fantastic job where i can order people around and have them scurry to do my bidding like busy little ants. [tho that'd be really fun.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when rae told me her aunt predicted i'll have some ceo job and i'd be earning more then my spouse i was pretty horrified. i think i'm so down-to-earth on most things. in primary school, i wrote an essay on how my dream job was to become a housewife. oh man. i should have been born in the 50s. coupled with the baby-bearing hips thing, i'd be pretty sought after in the marriage mart huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wife with child-bearing hips for sale. bag for head sold separately. batteries not included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was younger[like, 7] when i thought of what i wanted in life. i thought to myself. i want to be a good wife and mother. you know the kind.. the subservient woman sitting at home tending the kitchen. when the husband comes home, relief him of his tie and briefcase. ah, straight out of a scene from bewitched. i wanted to be the one who prettied up the house, kept everyone happy. the one my kids would come to when they had a booboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've hardly changed. heh. strange that i'm in masscom where it's 70% girls and it's supposed to be like, wooohooo, girl power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i measure success by the happiness of the people around me and how much they love/hate me. reminds me again of why i love babies. when i have a baby, it'll be forced to love me, to need me. aww. i can go like. *cue bimbo accent* wow. im like.. sooooo important. cos like. i have a human being.. who like, needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. im not secure enough to shout out in orchard road, "I LOVE ME! I ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY SMACK-MY-ASS-JUDY LOVE MYSELF!" yeah. i'm not ready to do that yet. one day i will. someone join me? any takers? [i don't know who judy is. but she seems nice and gentle.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. huge self-admission coming up.. i feel more whole when i'm with someone. it's like, *cue bimbo accent* like yay. cos like, someone likes me. so like, that means i'm an alright person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that probably explains the guy craziness and the falling again and again and the inability to let go of things. aha. so pathetic (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so.. guys that i like. no big deal. just another save-me-by-using-you tactic mostly. HAH. i win you loseeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still very much the girl who sits at the back of the class copying schoolwork and notes. not talking to anyone. scared to talk to anyone rather. i've never been the outgoing one. one of many laments bout myself. that little girl comes out to play very often. when i'm in a situation that i've no control over. or something. i thought i killed her in sec 3! but that bloody girl revived or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on future stuff!&lt;br /&gt;song to play at wedding: i want to grow old with you - adam sandler&lt;br /&gt;girl baby names: dylan amber, alexis jade&lt;br /&gt;boy baby names: micah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this part'd be freaky for people who don't know me well. so. thank goodness only good friends read my blog :D. or else i'll come off as some baby-plot-hatching maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue bimbo accent* you should like.. totally click on this link. cos like this song is so totally cool. this mum.. who like stays at home, like a stay-at-home mum.. yeah. she wrote it. and it's like, about remembering your dreams from your childhood. and like. i think it's really sweet.. so listen to the lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;country music, y'all~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJw6NMXdm7c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faith hill - fireflies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i reading stevie's blog and it got me thinking that.. he should get a tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just watched american pie: the naked mile. i think singapore should have it too. after exams, college students relief stress by running a mile around campus buck naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANNA RUN THE NAKED MILE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-6370308346926325543?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/6370308346926325543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=6370308346926325543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/6370308346926325543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/6370308346926325543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-totally-agree.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-330948769644247503</id><published>2007-03-04T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:29:36.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;--THEATRE KID--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ever been in a play?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Have you ever seen a Broadway show?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen more than 10 shows?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have you ever been/Are you in/at/involved with school shows?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Does your current job involve theater in some way?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Want to end up working in/for theater?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Can you recite all of the lyrics to your favorite play/musical? [not all.. most]&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you break out into random songs whenever/wherever?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you like the Sound of Music?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Did you like the Broadway show?&lt;br /&gt;Total : 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--REDNECK--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you have a couch in your front yard or porch?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you drive a four-wheeler?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you ride four-wheelers?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you like to get covered in sweat and dirt?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you like country music?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you have a broken car in your front/back yard?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you own a cowboy hat?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you live on more then 1 acres?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you have more then 4 different animals at your home?&lt;br /&gt;Total : 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--GOTH--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you wear black eyeliner?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Is most of your clothing dark?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you think about death often?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you want to die?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you like metal?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Are you a social outcast?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Are you pale?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you like Hot Topic?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you enjoy Tim Burton movies?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Are you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Total : 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--PUNK--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Can you skateboard?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you wear Vans, dcs, converse, ect.?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you do stupid stuff with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have you gotten in trouble with the Cops?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you have any piercings?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you like/wear a mohawk(s)?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Are you a rebel without a cause?&lt;br /&gt;Total : 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--PREP--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you say the word "like" alot?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you shop at Hollister/Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch/AE/Aero?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do the people in Hot topic scare you?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you laugh a lot?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have/do you watch LAGUNA BEACH?&lt;br /&gt;(?) Do you like pop music?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you want/have a little dog?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you smile alot?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you hang out with your friends a lot?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you always carry a purse/wallet?&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--HIPPIE--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Is your hair long?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you own a tye-dye shirt?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you want to save the animals?&lt;br /&gt;(x) You think war is unnecessary?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you like classic rock and trippy music?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have you ever participated in a protest?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have you ever been overcome with a desire to hug a tree?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you play a eukalele or guitar?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Are you easy-going and relaxed?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Were you born in the wrong generation?&lt;br /&gt;Total : 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--GANGSTA--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you act ghetto&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you wear do-rags&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you like hip-hop &lt;br /&gt;( ) Was Tupac truley the greatest rapper in the world?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you believe he's alive?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you like afros?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have you ever said "Fo Shizzle"?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you own any Baby Phat or G-Unit?&lt;br /&gt;Total : 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--SURFER--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you surf/want to learn?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you wear flip flops year-around?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Is your hair shaggy?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you wake up before 6 every morning?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you own any pairs of shorts?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Are you tan?&lt;br /&gt;( )Do you want to be at the beach right now?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you hate tourists?&lt;br /&gt;Total : 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--GEEK--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you get good grades?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you use an inhaler?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you stick pens and calculators into your shirt pockets?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Does your mom pick out your clothes?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Are you on the computer often?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you ever get picked on?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you look forward to going to school?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Are you shy around the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you play video games&lt;br /&gt;Total : 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--BAND GEEK--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you play an instrument? [recorder]&lt;br /&gt;( ) Does your instrument have a name?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Is music your life?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Are most of your friends in band/a band?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you know "some" Italian? [names of cheese n pizzas?]&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you leave after halftime?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do parades?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Is the band room in your locker?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have you been to band camp?&lt;br /&gt;Total : 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--EMO--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you cry often?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you wear hoodies?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you like hardcore music?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do people not understand you?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Do you write your own poems?&lt;br /&gt;( ) have you ever died your hair red dark or black?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have you ever cut yourself?&lt;br /&gt;(x) Are you lonely? [very much so]&lt;br /&gt;( )Do you like "Ohio is for lovers" by Hawthorne Heights?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Do you think a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Total : 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a theatre kid! woohoo. im gonna go join the drama club now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-330948769644247503?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/330948769644247503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=330948769644247503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/330948769644247503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/330948769644247503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/03/theatre-kid-ever-been-in-play-x-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-117130114201999811</id><published>2007-02-13T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T01:47:17.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think hallmark's stolen most of the romance left in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. today was great with mona rae singyi estella and qixin. i love arab street. pavements and pavements just chocked full of treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love that lil ice-cream/lifstyle store. try the lychee martini! it has like, many many little bits of lychee. oooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got what i need for tomorrow.. hope he likes it. read up on 'judas priest', seems like a good band. supposedly one of the foundations for heavy metal. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to rae, i have a new name for my daughter (in the future of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dylan amber (blank).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reaaaally like the idea of a unisex name! i hope with fingerscrossed salthrownovertheshoulder that the blank isn't something cheenapiang like. cheong.. leong.. fu.. tok.. mok.. auyeong.. seto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think a good ones would be 'lee' or 'lim' or 'ling'. i love the ling! dylan amber ling. oooo nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yes it's nice. and i'm so excited about tomorrow! see you t110!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jie says i'm an spg. that's not true..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-117130114201999811?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/117130114201999811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=117130114201999811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117130114201999811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117130114201999811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-hallmarks-stolen-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-117112572926423364</id><published>2007-02-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:42:09.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's jamming was fun. except waiting for steve. i'm getting that boy a street directory one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. even though the place was far from private, it was sooo nice. i love the comfy couch and the huge-ass windows. what i loved most was the vintage white beetle outside with the red and white interior. so gorgeous i could eat it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have a hell of a stomachache. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you guys pleeaasee watch this. it's NOT porn. she's clothed. it's an art form i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbYcI5svK0g"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champagne Routine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-117112572926423364?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/117112572926423364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=117112572926423364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117112572926423364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117112572926423364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-todays-jamming-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-117085728796482590</id><published>2007-02-07T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:12:50.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the theme for today is FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you taste it yet? i've had it since 4pm today and it tastes sweeeeeet to me! sugar sugar sweet. great working with mona and del!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey mona, i hope ur dad feels and gets better. really sorry for pestering you with writcom yesterday. i pray he stays healthy and lays off the chocolates and ciggs (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabby says she has a thing for guys whose names start with 'd'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i have a thing for guys whose names start with abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz, as long as they can sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're not alone, honey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a bee-you-tee-full picture for you (or rather, me) to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 278px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/chris_daughtry.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey gorgeous, i loooove your voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 275px; height: 137px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/Picture1-6.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orly adleson, executive producer for MTV's Fraternity Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orly? YARLY (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-117085728796482590?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/117085728796482590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=117085728796482590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117085728796482590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117085728796482590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/02/theme-for-today-is-freedom-can-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-117076574806127231</id><published>2007-02-06T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:26:01.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found some screenshots i've been meaning to put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mok one's pretty old. but still!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's shocking, it's terrifying, it's unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could mok have really said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deng deng deng......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: these photos have not been photoshopped in anyway. warning to all friends starting conversations in the future, what you say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;be used against you. if i feel like it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 442px; height: 371px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/mokmok.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mok admits to watching porn. stickman or full-chested lassies, whichever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 284px; height: 364px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/Picture1-5.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness! :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 284px; height: 378px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/Picture1-4.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and, love you brownie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-117076574806127231?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/117076574806127231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=117076574806127231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117076574806127231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117076574806127231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/02/found-some-screenshots-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-117069796038806311</id><published>2007-02-06T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:54:11.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by steve's request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reasons why i attract unstable guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cos i'm the type of girl who'd buy my bf a lapdance from some other random girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cos i'd so totally rent porn for valentine's day for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cos i think geeks are cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cos my idea of romance doesn't involve candlelit dinners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cos my favourite romantic song is by adam sandler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cos i think guys who don't wank are weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cos my favourite character on 'friends' is chandler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cos if i ever were to make a sex vid, it'd take in an angle such that his weiner will look really small so he won't dare to sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cos i think this tattoo artist from miami's really hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cos i think really tall farmers who masquerade as djs are hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cos really weird behavior doesn't weird me out. i enjoy it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cos i think dita von teese is really sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to end this off. eerrrrmmm. steve, any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-117069796038806311?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/117069796038806311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=117069796038806311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117069796038806311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117069796038806311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/02/by-steves-request.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-117069659548395049</id><published>2007-02-06T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:29:55.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised i've never spent a valentine's day properly before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey hey... how sad am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends seeing this, ask me out on the dreaded v-day k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school work's almost done! i'm almost almost free. so scared of various things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lalalala, life's still great anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-117069659548395049?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/117069659548395049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=117069659548395049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117069659548395049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117069659548395049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-realised-ive-never-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-117061177646584888</id><published>2007-02-05T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:56:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's becoming more obvious to me that He does have a plan. cause cause... i would love to go through all those roller-coaster emotions over and over again just to keep you guys in my life forever. i want you guys to come to my possible future wedding if i don't get left on the shelf k! no shark's fin though, sorry nigel. i'll try to get ice longan for shafik though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since.. EVERYONE's doing this thank-you stuff. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do it in order of the class register!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shafik-icelonganman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey shuffles! i'm so glad i got to know you, especially in the last semester. you're so fun and.. i love your indian dances! i must teach you how to use chopsticks soon.. and let's go out and eat prata and gossip again soon k? and don't worry about the meeting you in school thing. when i see you in school, i'll definately say hi, and then hug you till you choke on longans. toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xiuling-infectiouslaughtergirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hi xiuling! you're like the first person i met in mcm! you're so friendly and full of life (:. there's no one else i'd rather doing marketing with! haha. i love your laughter, continue to spread your joy around! i hope to see you next year in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jessinta-doraemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;omg, jess, you look so darn cute la. you're like this little ball of SMART cuteness. you scare me in debate k. gawwwwd. thanks for adding your smile to my life! i love you and hope to see you around alot next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;juvia-missjeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you! i remember how you were so friendly and enthu about our class bonding at the start of the year. i think it helped our class alot, wouldn't be what it is today without you. to all those who didn't turn up for the gatherings, GRRRR! ohoh, i love your t-shirts! haikus are easy, but sometimes they don't make sense, refrigerator (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mihu-thelion/wifebeater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a wifebeater... hahaha, i love your jokes, mihu. i swear, you're the cutest almost twenty year old i know! i can't thank you enough for everything. remember those 3 hours u spent trying to cheer me up after THAT. haha. i love you loads. so so so so so so much k. u get extra salad at my wedding dinner! thanks for putting up my craziness. and not blocking me after the first time i talked to you on msn. must have been horrifying. haha. love ya! don't miss me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raewyn-theflirtatiousbeauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, rae rae! i love you. so so so so so much too. i'd love to give u a hug right now and buy you lollipops.. but erm, i'm in habourfront (:. sweetie, thanks for everything, you're such a good friend. thanks for standing up for me cos i'm such a.. weak helpless sap. haha. i'm so thankful for getting to know you, you've been one of many lights in my life! hug me when you see me in school ok? hug then moan. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;del-thesoftballer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hi del! i love you, girl! you're so sweet and supportive. omg, remember locvid? del the maid who knocked her head again and again and again on the floor. that was almost as funny as daryll's 'r.....rr-rabbit!' i hope to see you around in school next year, especially in the same class! hell, i hope we all stay in the same class. all the best for jonathan and you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jamie-thescoopy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i know we didn't have the best second semester. but i just want to say that i hoe we can put it all behind us and say 'hi' in school or something. it was never my intention to have something bad happen to you. i still think you're a really nice girl, you bring happiness and smiles to people all around you. i wish you the best in the future and i hope you do well in mcm. here's a smiley for you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xianjie-thesexaycameraman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello you smart guy! do you know that many girls find intelligence sexy? omg, get a gf pls! then we can see you snapping really pretty pics of her. i love your pictures and thanks alot for that one you printed for me, satin (: i think you're really talented and that you'll go far in life. don't forget us when you run for prime minister! omg, DON'T do hiphop on national day parade ok? love you, boy, i hope you're in my class next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;candy-iwantcandy/charmedgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i want candy~ i want candy~~ haha, your parents definitely wanted a sweet girl. i think they got one (: omg, don't cast a spell on me. pls. haha, ANYWAY, i think you're really sweet and nice, and so so so bubbly! in a good way of course. i love your smile! oh right, go out with KEITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nigel-pandacrazedpervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand your obsession with pandas, but i hope it's healthy! nigel nigel, i love you (: you're like the big brother i never had. i can always count on you to knock sense into my head. like when you told me i have a punchable face. you are an amazing wonderful great guy, remember that k? if not i'll have to keep reminding you. i'll see you on friday, and i'll give you a hug then! ps: your sideburns looks like pubic hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qixin-primaryschoolclassmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEE SING! CHEE SING CAN SING. haha, it's true! thank you for adding music to our class, nice music too~ well, i'm glad i met you after we parted in primary school. even though we weren;t that close in primary school, i hope we'll get closer now! you're a wonderful girl. ohoh, and you look so cute. love you, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ervin-akkidoguy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you akkido boy! i don't understand why you love it so much, but it's good to have a passion anyway! you're a really sweet and nice guy and thanks for the flowers at prom, they were really pretty. thanks for putting up with my weirdness. haha. remember to say hi to me when you see me in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mok-thetechguy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOKU! i love you, you sweet sweet boy! i swear you're like one of the sweetest boys i know. stop hiding it behind the, don't-hug-me-or-i'll-bite-you exterior! i'm so glad i got to know you better during the holidays, you are such a great friend. you keep threatening to hit me but you hardly ever do. if you did, my head'll probably be smashed in by a macbook pro by now. bye you lovable guy! let me hug you when i see you on friday ok? ok! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ashley-blurwhiteprincess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashley! you're so blur in a cute way! that's a compliment by the way... stop being afraid of the sun ok? what if mr choy calls you a vampire again... tsk. you're a great listener and such a sweet girl. our class is filled with sweet girls. haha. thanks for being a great addition to t105/t110! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estella-leekwanyew/boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala! thank you for being soooo funny. i swear you're like entertainment on legs. and we're laughing with you, not at you! i love your wrinkly flabby ass. maaaan. folds folds folds galore. i love it. i remember late nights at the jetty at your birthday chalet. that was wonderful. great times, lala! love you girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nitha-misswonderfuldebater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nithaaaaaaaaaa. i love saying your name. again! nithaaaaaaaaa. haha. hey, i love you. you and your smartness and funnyness and weirdness and laughness (: you're like a big sister to everyone. i love sitting in lectures when we talk about life and relationships and stuff. haha. omg, i hope you and danny last long long. i love you long time, nitha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mona-omgiloveyousomuch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey mona mona mona girlfriend/darling. you. are. an. amazing. friend. you're this fiercely protective friend. when i think of that, i see you in xena gear! thank you for being there for me countless of times. i think anyone else would have gotten sick and tired of me whining waaaaay in the beginning. but you didn't! thanks for the bear! i love those times when we just hang out and talk, those are like.. the best times. let's have more of that! i miss you and love you even though i just saw you on friday. remember to hug me when you see me next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sabby-wabbytabbythemotherlyfigure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey GIRLFRIEND! i'm so glad what happened happened so i got to know you better. amazing how life works huh. thanks for being there for me when i was down. which was alot. thanks for putting up with my ami/josh/jon/chris/nick craziness. i KNOW i obsess. sheesh. i need to work on that. anyway, i love you, darling. you are one of the sweetest nicest people i know. you. are. a. great. person. through. and. through. let's go to the deck at vivo more often and throw condom balloons! remember to hug me when i see you next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;steve-thewalrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you crazy boy! i don't know what to say. it's a fine line to thread when complimenting someone with such a HEALTHY ego. ANYWAY. i don't think you're that hot. if i did, that'd be a huge problem. i think you make a great guitarist though, and and, you have *** hair. ohoh, you're like one of my main ego boosters, you always have a nice word to say, even when.. it's not due. i love you loads, stay stay stay in touch. have fun washing floor and plates at nus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;singyi-shittyshittyshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, you.. singyi, you never fail to make me laugh! you're like entertainment on legs! having you around's a blast, a huge blast (: you're a wonderful girl and that guy so doesn't deserve you. you.. are so special. some piece of work! i love just hanging out with you and talking. remember condom balloon throwing time at vivo? haha, that was a GREAT day. i love you tons and tons, hug me when you see me next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeremy-mybooboo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you booboo. i love you boo boo. you are a great friend, one tall pillar of support. my seamonkey booboo died, but i still have you! i haven't talked to you much recently, guess we've all been busy :( talk to me soon k? i really miss you and all your hugs. you're the most affectionate guy i know and i love you for it. remember to hug me when you see me next k? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;timmy-theemoguy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop listening to emo songs! do you... enjoy being emo? noooooo. life is wonderful. i think you play the flute really well even though i've only heard it once. er er er. so that means it's impressive! haha. don't ask for too much money or power, you may forget us. us, your wonderful poor friends who'd love some money when you get rich. yeeeeeaaaaaahhh. love you too! take care of yourself and mona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you. erm. you. thanks for the well, not-that-wonderful-as-i'd-like memories and thanks alot for bringing me closer to my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-117061177646584888?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-117060557423691123</id><published>2007-02-05T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:55:57.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>note to self: don't mention underwear and sex video angles in conversations with friends and other random guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, tone down the weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note to friends: hey you guys (: all that crap this year was totally worth getting to know you guys. next time i start crying at spinelli's i know who to call! actually i cry alot of times. erm erm. ok, next time i cry anywhere i know who to call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-117060557423691123?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/117060557423691123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=117060557423691123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117060557423691123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117060557423691123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/02/note-to-self-dont-mention-underwear.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-117051578844683261</id><published>2007-02-03T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:16:28.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he's back! he's back! he's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs around hopping and screaming in joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people say i'm obsessed. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like... so in control of my feelings and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala... he's back, have i mentioned that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-117051578844683261?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/117051578844683261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=117051578844683261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117051578844683261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117051578844683261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/02/hes-back-hes-back-hes-back-runs-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-117049541781859879</id><published>2007-02-03T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T17:38:22.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/kickingsisters.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-117049541781859879?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/117049541781859879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>in memory of t110. the best year 1 mcm class (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t110 ppl are so hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-we're so hot, we're the reason for global warming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, polar bears hate us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, we're the reason why plants photosynthesize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, when we walk into an ice cream shop, they say, 'sorry, no hot ppl allowed'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, that we need to kill rae to help solve global warming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, frozen tuna becomes tuna melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, we pop popcorn on our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, we even make our lecturers look hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, the ice cream man runs away from us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, our hair's  burnt black/brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, the sun retreats at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, that when our lecturers read our blogs, they'll give us all ADs in our modules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, ice skips a cycle and turns into vapour immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, we make shyam look cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we're so hot, throwing water-filled condoms isn't beneath us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where's my stupid farmer...? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-117043178012713388?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/117043178012713388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=117043178012713388' title='0 Comments'/><link 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sabrina, rae, shafik, mok, singyi. love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe we spent most of our time just sitting/lying on the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg rae.. condom waterbombs...? that was sooo fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww mok, you missed the best part of the day. we laid on the floor looking and clouds and singing teletubbies/myheartwillgoon/schoolsongs. and then we played with the condom waterbomb (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random people took pictures of us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the puppies/hamsters at pet safari were just so sweet... i want pumpkin. i named this sweet lil silky terrier pumpkin. he's just two months old, really just the sweetest thing alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all's well that ends well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabby, you traitor... i want your phone. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-117034826090038030?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/117034826090038030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=117034826090038030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117034826090038030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/117034826090038030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-had-best-last-day-of-school-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116966145692305771</id><published>2007-01-25T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T01:59:36.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. as if i didn't know that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 278px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; background-color: white; height: 516px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What type of person do you attract?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;You attract unstable people!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 58%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;Congrats, you are an 'insane' magnet, and you probably have no idea why.  Something about your mix of styles, how you walk not just 'one' lifestyle, but appear to have a foot in them all. To the insane, you appear to be a beacon of hope and they will flock to you, like it or not.  But, they ARE insane.  Lucky for you, the insane tend to be the best sexual lovers, just the rest of the package deal may not be for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;You attract artsy people!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 53%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;You attract Yuppies!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 40%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;You attract geeks!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 39%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;You attract rednecks!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 26%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;You attract models!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 24%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_type_of_person_do_you_attract"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What type of person do you attract?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quizzes for MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116966145692305771?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116966145692305771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116966145692305771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116966145692305771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116966145692305771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-no-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116966114004685558</id><published>2007-01-25T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T01:52:20.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you mr sharpe for making us download skype. haha. i hope you feel better! i definitely do~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;current song stuck in head:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memories of us.&lt;br /&gt;chris daughtry version, of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;follow the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wherever the four winds blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and there'll be a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coming your way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116966114004685558?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116966114004685558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>this friday my family had dinner at holland village. spg galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just NO shortage of spgs on friday nights at holland village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standard attire: denim shorts, tight tank top, long straight hair, 3/4-inch heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw this plump girl with the shortest mini skirt you could possibly see, with her claws around the arms of this blonde guy. why blondes?? i don't like blondes. weird goldeny hair. i'd take brunettes any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spotting spgs with my sister is sooooo fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello new-found favourite song of the month. courtesy of the hot guys at jacq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with a boy&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love once and almost completely&lt;br /&gt;He's in love with the world&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes these feelings can be so misleading&lt;br /&gt;He turns and says, "Are you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I must be fine cause my heart's still beating&lt;br /&gt;Come and kiss me by the riverside,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah says it's cool, she don't consider it cheating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh ooh ooh [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red hair with a curl&lt;br /&gt;Mellow roll for the flavor and the eyes were peepin&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep away from the boy&lt;br /&gt;The two sides of my brain need to have a meeting&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything to do&lt;br /&gt;My left brain knows all of love is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;He's just lookin for somethin new&lt;br /&gt;I said it once before but it bears repeating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh ooh [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything to do&lt;br /&gt;My left brain knows all of love is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;He's just lookin for somethin new&lt;br /&gt;I said it once before but it bears repeating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh ooh [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with a boy&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love once and almost completely&lt;br /&gt;He's in love with the world&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes these feelings can be so misleading&lt;br /&gt;He turns and says, "Are you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I must be fine cause my heart's still beating&lt;br /&gt;Come and kiss me by the riverside&lt;br /&gt;Sarah says it's cool, she don't consider it cheating, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go telling no more&lt;br /&gt;Don't go telling no more&lt;br /&gt;Don't go telling no more lies on Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Don't go telling no more&lt;br /&gt;Don't go telling no more&lt;br /&gt;Don't go telling no more lies on Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh oooh oooh [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything to do&lt;br /&gt;My left brain knows all of love is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;He's just looking for something new&lt;br /&gt;I said it once before but it bears repeating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause it bears repeating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116931306269752372?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116931306269752372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116931306269752372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116931306269752372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116931306269752372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-friday-my-family-had-dinner-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116921809004215647</id><published>2007-01-19T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:52:17.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how guys shy away from the 'i love you's in life cos it doesn't fit in to their macho image . well, mok mok has come up with a solution for all you hunky wannabes out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called the less than three. get it...? &lt;3 = less than three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow. school's been great. i love radio. i love bimbo-paris-hilton-stars-are-blind-hard-gay radio. open house is so fun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel so senior and.. old. whee. i'm almost ALMOST 18. just 4 more months or so. i love singing desperado really loudly in the stairwell with all the newbies staring at us then shouting loudly we're from ech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116921809004215647?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116921809004215647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116921809004215647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116921809004215647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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t110.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the act of making fun of mok?&lt;br /&gt;mockery, mocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you call people who make fun of mok?&lt;br /&gt;mokkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is mok's favourite alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;modka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are mok's favourite coffees?&lt;br /&gt;mokha, mokcachino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's mok's favourite dance?&lt;br /&gt;the mokarena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you call someone who sleeps in the day and is awake in the night?&lt;br /&gt;mokturnal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you call fake meat?&lt;br /&gt;mok meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's mok's favourite bird?&lt;br /&gt;the mokking bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's mok's favourite mobile phone brand?&lt;br /&gt;moktorola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's mok's favourite fast food chain?&lt;br /&gt;mokdonald's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when mok goes to mokdonald's, what does he usually order?&lt;br /&gt;the big mok or the chicken moknuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for some knock knock jokes. mok style..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mok mok&lt;br /&gt;who's there?&lt;br /&gt;mok&lt;br /&gt;mok who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mok mok&lt;br /&gt;who's there?&lt;br /&gt;mok&lt;br /&gt;mok who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and it goes on....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mok mok&lt;br /&gt;who's there?&lt;br /&gt;mok&lt;br /&gt;mok who?&lt;br /&gt;mock you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all done in love, mok. we lurrrve you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 253px; height: 190px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00041.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" 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/36780752-116896507578425830?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116896302244903829</id><published>2007-01-16T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:24:22.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>social psychology - check&lt;br /&gt;radio - check&lt;br /&gt;written communication - check&lt;br /&gt;iac - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel much free-er (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was great. i love sitting around talking to my favourite classmates! even weird mango smoothies with bananas taste sweeter. chocolate waffle with not enough choc syrup tastes more chocolatey. mint choc ice cream on a rainy day feels less runny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for scaring you, ruiming. i swear i'm not usually like that. i think (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we discussed animals. and who looks like which animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shafik - puppy, aka male bitch&lt;br /&gt;mona - white bunny&lt;br /&gt;ruiming - turtle&lt;br /&gt;mehul - BROCOLLI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, in sec two, someone told me i look like a naked mole rat. so yeah. naked mole rat. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you ivan ng for giving me your lappie charger in exchange for one mango monkey smoothie and one chocolate ice cream cone. my lappie is forever grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116896302244903829?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116896302244903829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116896302244903829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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phase. crying to commemorate that phase, and tears to mark the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time i'm crying over this. and it's a happy cry. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy. i really am (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon there'll be more change when my sis leaves. and i don't think i'll be able to face it, but i'll deal with it when the time comes huh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a happy place. my life's great. what else could i ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe that friend of yours, sabby. ok, i'm kidding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116879358494667505?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116879358494667505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>fly me to... miami&lt;br /&gt;and let me play among the... tattoo shops&lt;br /&gt;let me know what spring is like on... miami and its beaches&lt;br /&gt;in other words, please be true&lt;br /&gt;in other words, i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;homework's a death roll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least my love life's getting better. the guy just doesn't know it yet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey ami (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116879108115365174?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116879108115365174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116879108115365174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the signs show it. yes, ami and i are meant to be (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey stranger, looking good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116852976582987794?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116852976582987794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116852976582987794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116852976582987794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116852976582987794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/01/eating-hotdog-in-library-then-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116779225652971552</id><published>2007-01-03T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T10:44:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. i haven't updated in eons. i blame the person who took my charger and didn't return it. boo you. now i'm sitting here in my robe hoping my battery wont't die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a belated HAPPY NEW YEAR! gosh, that was loud. anyway, since everyone is doing reflections and resolutions, i thought i'll do them too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reflections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this past year i've...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undertaken a whole new academic journey&lt;br /&gt;slugged through my almost-done school year&lt;br /&gt;made wonderful amazing gorgeous friends (:&lt;br /&gt;watched alot of discovery channel (i don't know why this is relevant, but it makes me sound intellectual, no?)&lt;br /&gt;refound love in beading, which pays miserably anyway&lt;br /&gt;found love, lost love and got over it&lt;br /&gt;found new love in ami james (ah-me! not amy..)&lt;br /&gt;had my first kiss&lt;br /&gt;had other new experiences&lt;br /&gt;changed drastically, i think, anyway&lt;br /&gt;joined a band (aha aha aha??)&lt;br /&gt;been introduced the the evils of the beatles and denise keller and darcy from smashing pumpkins and jennifer garner and maple and weird shooting/fighting games on laptops&lt;br /&gt;had my first 'prom'&lt;br /&gt;received roses from guys, which hasn't happened since freaking sec 3&lt;br /&gt;realised my cousins are studs in school (oh gosh)&lt;br /&gt;gone to a club for the first time&lt;br /&gt;seen girl-on-girl for the first time (AHH)&lt;br /&gt;bought my first music player thingy&lt;br /&gt;seen the making of the world-famous video "brownzilla attacks card city"&lt;br /&gt;chosen the location for my wedding (ya, i know it's freaky.)&lt;br /&gt;had grey eyes&lt;br /&gt;reaffirmed my dislike for chij girls&lt;br /&gt;fallen in love with chris daughtry, minus wife and kids&lt;br /&gt;walked down orchard rd in halloween costume&lt;br /&gt;been banned from future sleepovers&lt;br /&gt;been told by a spirit board that i'm gonna marry a british guy (AHH)&lt;br /&gt;heard that my sister was told by a friend she's going to marry an indian doctor/lawyer&lt;br /&gt;fallen in love with beetles&lt;br /&gt;realised i obsess over things alot&lt;br /&gt;learnt to let go better than before&lt;br /&gt;loved life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never done so many things before in any other year in my life. i've never felt so many things in any other year in my life. before starting i thought i wouldn't be able to write much down. i know some of them are nonsense, but that's still alot of stuff! I'd love to say i don't regret anything i've done. and i think i almost can (:. i almost don't regret all the mistakes, the misjudgements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 was amazingly bittersweet. you can call it a.... turning point in my life :D. turning point for every aspect. my career path, my family, my friends, my love life, my beliefs. bah. ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something good always comes out of it. like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. how else would i have seen how patient my friends are with me, how caring and sweet. and sabby, you're right, if that never happened, i wouldn't have gotten close to you. so in some ways, i'm glad it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note: thanks for the email, sabby. i love u much much many many long time too. that email was really sweet, you made me cry! which, actually, isn't a hard thing to do. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on to.. *drumroll* 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year i plan to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;become more academically focused&lt;br /&gt;save more money to buy a charger cos i only have 18 mins left now&lt;br /&gt;become more independent&lt;br /&gt;be less naive&lt;br /&gt;forgive him completely&lt;br /&gt;meet ami james and get a tattoo from him (someone send me to miami)&lt;br /&gt;miss my sister less when she leaves&lt;br /&gt;call her everyday to ask if she's going to get me a brother-in-law&lt;br /&gt;spend halloween crazily again&lt;br /&gt;regain my parents' trust&lt;br /&gt;understand why my cousins are studs&lt;br /&gt;love my parents, sister, friends more&lt;br /&gt;be a better daughter, sister, friend&lt;br /&gt;for goodness sakes, have better taste in guys&lt;br /&gt;try to sing better&lt;br /&gt;scheme to get a beetle&lt;br /&gt;tolerate it when my guy friends gush about girls/kol/bashy/fighting games&lt;br /&gt;get nigel's bnj's treat when he gets the girl&lt;br /&gt;continue loving life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you, and you, and you, and you over there! thanks for making my life amazing. thank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116779225652971552?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116779225652971552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116779225652971552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116779225652971552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116779225652971552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2007/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116558762772631523</id><published>2006-12-08T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:20:27.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love having a sister who's an editor (:. i'm getting a free movie ticket to watch nightmare before christmas 3d version!! woohoooo. ok, yay me. *gloats and hopes you're jealous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, also, having a sister who's an editor helps u ALMOST meet a 1.9m hot model guy. i was supposed to help her do some shoots for hype magazine if i was suitable. like, those.. artsy fashion shots where u can't see my face. haha, if not i won't be a candidate right. so anyway. the guy they found is a professional model. BUT, because he's too freaking tall for me, i can't meet him :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny story about my mum time! my mum bought a new pair of pants from esprit, then she wore it the next day. she's addicted to esprit, so even after buying something from there the day before, she was there again today. then the salesgirl asked her, 'excuse me, are u trying on this pair of pants?' and she replied, no, she bought them the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out, she forgot to take out the HUGEEEE sticker on the back of the pants stating the size and price of the pants. she was walking around orchard for a full hour with that bigass sticker on the back of her pants (:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116558762772631523?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116558762772631523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116558762772631523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116558762772631523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116558762772631523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-having-sister-whos-editor.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116546961405844528</id><published>2006-12-07T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:38:07.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found a picture xianjie took on monday. i like this shirt! and i like my sister's earrings. ok, no other content in this post (:. i know, what a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 181px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/Picture1-3.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" 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/36780752-116546961405844528?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116546961405844528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116546961405844528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116546961405844528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116546961405844528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/12/found-picture-xianjie-took-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116520264094019120</id><published>2006-12-04T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T11:33:16.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>question. why do guys whistle at girls and try to chat them up. whenever i see guys try to hit on my sister, i laugh. there's nothing sadder then hitting on a girl who has no interest in guys. do they actually think after whistling, my sister will go, 'oh my gosh, i MUST have you now'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been having so much fun playing maple. yes, im morphing into a twit. but if i am, im bringing MEHUL, NIGEL, MOK, SINGYI AND STEVE DOWN WITH ME. mona come join us pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel and i role-played. we were... british, paedophiles and pirates. shiver me timbers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw my second niece on saturday. she's the sweetest lil bundle ever. have i mentioned i want kids? have i? have i?? she keeps sticking her tongue out at people.. and she has the chubbiest cheeks. i love her (:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've nothing much else to write. my life's a bore. but at least i'm not an attention-whore like someone, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures galore anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to vivo city on saturday and xian jie was with us. xian jie=gorgeous pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 202px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/Picture2.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo black and white shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 201px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_6182-.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/Picture5.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus to vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/Picture6.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch time at food republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_6353.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big big orange man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 202px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_6390.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitha spit ice into the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;individual shots of all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 298px; height: 199px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_6240.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shafik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 201px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/Picture1-1.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 303px; height: 202px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_6251.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 302px; height: 202px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_6255.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 206px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_6265.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you asshole. no, deeper inside. you colon. ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116520264094019120?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116520264094019120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116520264094019120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116520264094019120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116520264094019120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/12/question.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116479359998083267</id><published>2006-11-29T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:46:39.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know this is a bit old but.. gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mihu: what did the tree say to the naughty leaves? 'leaf' me alone or i'll 'bark' at you. *takes a bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116479359998083267?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116479359998083267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116479359998083267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116479359998083267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116479359998083267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-know-this-is-bit-old-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116461335211718021</id><published>2006-11-27T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:45:17.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xian jie sent this to me in socpsy. i swear, xian jie's sense of humour ah... anyway! this is totally untrue, unfounded and there's NO EVIDENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 377px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/Interesting.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not true, i tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116461335211718021?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116461335211718021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116461335211718021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116461335211718021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116461335211718021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/xian-jie-sent-this-to-me-in-socpsy.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116459287258590778</id><published>2006-11-27T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T10:01:12.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Legend has it that Alexander the Great always slept with two objects under his pillow: a dagger, and a copy of The Iliad. According to him, these two objects not only possessed practical usefulness (protection from enemies and a means to pass the time), but also defined his personality (both a soldier and a scholar).&lt;br /&gt;Along these same lines, what two objects would legend record you as having under your pillow? Which two items best represent who you are and what is important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i, like, totally have underwear under my pillow. you know, when you like, sleep naked? people totally can catch you unaware. and like, you soooo don't want them to see your tushie. so like, yeah, i totally keep my underwear under my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAH. i'm kidding, relax. you can continue eating lunch. i don't sleep naked... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great weekend. let's start with saturday with ym cousins. i've never had so much fun with them since ten years ago when we found a ikea trolley behind my grandma's house and played car-car with it.&lt;br /&gt;(basically you push each other around in the trolley and make sound effects like vroom vroom. yes, i'm easily amused.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, brendan, brian, mark, kyle, jie and i walked to clementi central. WOOHOOO, great place righttttt. so we went to snookerium or something, and jie and i watched the guys play games. then jie told me something.. slightly gross but still made me kind of jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know ryan star? from rockstar supernova? yeah, he came to singapore for don't know what reason, then my sister's friend went to interview him for urbanwire. so...so... after the interview, they had to take a pic together. he... stood behind her, wrapped his arms around her such that his hands were like, all over her boobs, and then he actually whispered into her ear, 'i'm so turned on right now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. ryan star?!?! i THOUGHT he was decent. but but, why am i slightly jealous. oh well. snap out of it, charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to my cousins. we went to macs later, and SOMEHOW, like ALWAYS, my sis and i ended up paying for most of the food. aha. i don't mind anyway, i bought mark and kyle ice creams before that. they were.. suspicious of my generosity.. why! i'm a nice cousin! it comes naturally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked back to my grandma's house. and and, we had a race! bren started piggybacking mark (which i find weird, cos amrk's taller. u 14 yr old, 5 11" freak, mark.) then i asked brian for one too, and then we ran and caught up with the other two. i think we won. we deserve to, my chest hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sooo fun, i haven't been piggybacked since primary school. my mum would wake me up in the mornings, then piggy back me to the bathroom to wash up. i can hear the 'awwww's from you guys now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we named each others babies. i named bren's daughter apple mok ping guo, his son banana mok xiang jiao. brian's one is going to be named mcnugget mok jia shu tiao. and my daughter's going to be feng huang and my son huo long. wooohoooo, lian beng names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, brian was poking his toes into kyle's side. he said very comfy, like, his fats was covering his toes, very nice to dig around in. sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday. oh gosh. sunday. my mum... signed my sis and i up for this kanebo miss glamour contest shit. GOSH. she wants to kill us both. basically you pay $80, get your face and hair done, get a few pics to take home, then get to buy $65 worth of kanebo products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jie and i were both dreading it. dreading it so much. for good reason. ok, the make up was.. alright. blue eyeshadow... but you can't really see it in the pic. the HAIR. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the guy, didn't speak to me at all, didn't ask me what i wanted. he started like.. doing the top of my hair in like.. cornrows or something, i looked like an alien. and THEN, he started twirling the hair at the bottom into small bunches. the looked like DREADLOCKS. i realised then that he wanted to make me look black. cornrows and dreadlocks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then got his friend to help him. and they were speaking in chinese, but YES i understood. he basically said he was sick of doing the usual styles, so he was trying something NEW. then he told the girl, can take bigger bunches, cos alot of ppl, they need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i realised they were going to do my WHOLE head in dreadlocks, i told them to stop. so the guy.. sulked a bit.. and then he pinned up the dreadlocks to the side. and sprayed GLITTER on my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i looked like a overdressed lian going to perform at some getai. goshhh. the poses they asked us to do wasn't any better. 1980s cheena poster girl style. gosh. i wanted to cry with shame. you know, the put your hands on one shoulder and act demure kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you guys are NEVER going to see the picture. i can show you my sister's though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was over i went straight to the toilet to get everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was on the bus to school and i fell asleep. the guy next to me was wearing this nice soft jacket, and it was so warm and cosy.... i think i accidently rubbed against his arm alot while i was sleeping. i don't feel embarrassed, it felt soooo nice. haha, gosh what's wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116459287258590778?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116459287258590778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116459287258590778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116459287258590778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116459287258590778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/legend-has-it-that-alexander-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116425844752595935</id><published>2006-11-23T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T13:07:27.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i walked into the library through the 'exit' door today! and then we walked out throught the 'no exit' door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohooo, we are such rebels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116425844752595935?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116425844752595935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116425844752595935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116425844752595935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116425844752595935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-walked-into-library-through-exit.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116411905960296440</id><published>2006-11-21T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:20:01.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a special phone call from a special someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked up the phone and there was this very soft voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i later found out it was my niece (:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the conversation went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenda: hello? is charlotte jie jie there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: no, but do you want to call her hp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenda: oh! charmaine jie jie. i'm glenda. charmaine jie jie, u got read the.. the teens magazine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hello, glenda! no, i don't read it, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenda: charmaine jie jie, you on teens magazine eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what?? glenda, what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenda: ah zhi ah yi bought the teen.. teens magazine today. then hor, you inside eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? you saw me inside or ah zhi ah yi showed you? are you sure it's me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenda: ah.. ah ma call me.. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?? i have no idea what that was. glenda's only 6, cute lil girl right. i went down to spc to get a copy of the magazine but they didn't have stock. the mystery is unsolved. but but, we do get one mystery solved. the mystery of sabrina's secret identity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/Picture1-2.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a nympho. gosh. i never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, look at this, the argentine tango. i'd give my right ear to dance like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPsOmYK-zBY"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Argentine Tango - So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116411905960296440?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116411905960296440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116411905960296440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116411905960296440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116411905960296440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-had-special-phone-call-from-special_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116409474821646053</id><published>2006-11-21T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:40:24.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want many many moonies. &lt;br /&gt;many many many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabby is going to become a greek guy, and she's a nympho&lt;br /&gt;estella is going to be an ntu lecturer wearing bikinis&lt;br /&gt;mona is going to get breast implants&lt;br /&gt;nitha is the Northern Inter-Tribal Health Authority&lt;br /&gt;raewyn is actually a diesease in the us, and she designs kid wear&lt;br /&gt;nigel died on March 30th 2006, nigellee.org&lt;br /&gt;charmaine has a porn star with the same name and she has many secret identities&lt;br /&gt;mok is just mok. he's going to have lil mok moks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wonders of google predictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116409474821646053?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116409474821646053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116409474821646053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116409474821646053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116409474821646053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-many-many-moonies.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116399095550897702</id><published>2006-11-20T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:49:15.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg mona, so so so so so so similar. they're all the same. freaking carbon copies of each other. same situation, same problem, around the same time too. same type of person. and agnes is talking about MARRIAGE. NUUUUUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're exactly the same. making the same mistake, saying the same things, asking US to make the decision. to take away the guilt, i tell you.. so that the weight of the decision and the outcome doesn't lie on their shoulders. how can they be so hesitant when we were so definate in our answer. why do they doubt the outcome. why do they keep looking. what do we lack. what didn't we give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i know what i didn't give. but i think you were wonderful. you didn't do anything wrong. it's all made up problems, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, just give me an arrange marriage next time k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116399095550897702?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116399095550897702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116399095550897702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116399095550897702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116399095550897702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg-mona-so-so-so-so-so-so-similar.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116398708100323289</id><published>2006-11-20T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T09:45:47.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the theme of mona's birthday was, all guys are bastards. i totally SEE the SIMILARITIES in our stories mona and singyi. so freaking clear. ARGHHHHHHH. you so don't deserve her. i'm so disgusted with you. you lied too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand we have guys who are.. well, THE standard for all to follow. NIGEL LEE XUAN XIAN, are u reading this?? you're wonderful~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe my judgement's biased.. nah. nah, don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, jie and i went crazy with my camera! we posed twitily while my mum took the pics for us. then then we went to the jacuzzi pool. there was no one but us, so we.. danced and shrieked and jumped and sang and gossiped. i heard that the years twos.. alot of politics and other stuff. i love my jie (:. i think she's the only person i can be totally uninhibited with. totally freeeeeee, like hula dancing/butt slapping/70s dancing/singing off-key/primping/crazy yelling/bubbly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss her when she leaves next july. no one to go shopping with me. no one to bother in the wee hours of the morning. no one to share gossip with. no one to pick out clothes for me. i'm going to have to shop with my parents.... nuuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he was right, maybe after my sister leaves, i'll get much more freedom from my parents, like him. maybe they'll let me go out more often, stay out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. i doubt it. my parents are not his parents. they don't even allow me to sleepover at my friends' place anymore. i think my parents have a weird sense of whats safe and not. they dont allow my to sleep over at my friends', but they invited him on a holiday with the family?? haha, funny parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh right. my bus was too full to pick me up this morning, so i thought i was going to be late. so i took a cab, cost me $9.70. and then i realised speech com was cancelled. AH! smart charmaine. very smart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116398708100323289?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116398708100323289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116398708100323289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116398708100323289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116398708100323289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/theme-of-monas-birthday-was-all-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116378115026287686</id><published>2006-11-17T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T00:35:03.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today.. is the day before mona's birthday! everyone, sing to mona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to mona,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful 17th year of your life. i wish you all the luck and happiness there is to wish. ohoh, i also wish pretty clothes for you! not that you already have alot. sheesh. anyway, i wish pretty shoes for you too! and moneys. many many moneys. i want many moneys too.. share with me k? marry rich and murder the guy. with your future tongue piercing, kill him with it. like, how jeremy says to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Picture1.png" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/?action=view&amp;current=Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 241px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/th_Picture1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haRpIeeEe bUrfdaEexxZz 2 eEu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we went to arab street! ohmigosh-what-a-wonderful-place. i wish i had loads of cash to buy up the stuff in the shops there. i'm going crazy over accessories. very ironic. i made jewellery to sell for profit. then i use the profit to buy jewellery. aha. aha. aha. ohoh, i saw this couple taking wedding pics at the ice-cream/accessories/clothing/telephone shop. i think it's a great idea. have i mentioned im dead envious? no? ok, IM DEAD ENVIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why everytime when we go out, we always seem to go like.. to dhoby gaut, bugis, orchard. tainted places, i tell you... grrr. so it's not my fault i start to remember stuff righttt. it's the places! im starting to get ridiculous, if i were so affected i wont be able to sleep in my own bed rightt. but nooo. i can do it everyday. so HAH! im so much less affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaa! charmaine's lil quirky theories. i still hate it when he looks away though. rawr you! RAWR!! i, harry potty shall vanquish the dark lord. woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, you should be pretty bored by my text now. here's a taste of xian jie's genius for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cald-definition"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 186px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/101106_2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cald-definition"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;shafik trying to eat with chopsticks. HAHAHA, you non-chineseeeeeee. you non-yellow skin. lucky you. i look like i have permanent jaundice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 275px; height: 184px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/101106_4.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitha loves all of us. and lookie there, the elusive genius photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 183px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/101106_8.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are unworthy to look upon the genius photographer's face. thus we gaze upon his equally genius encased feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah mehul, mona, so freaking sorry. erm. ok. i don't know what else to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116378115026287686?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116378115026287686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116378115026287686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116378115026287686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116378115026287686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116349457769549730</id><published>2006-11-14T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:12:11.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday someone told me something that i found.. rather interesting. i wouldn't go so far as to call the person wise.. not yet anyway. so, person A said that there are two types of love. practical love and romantic love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practical love he says.. is when you learn to love someone after a while, when you think of the future and stuff. and romantic love is.. well, romantic love. and practical love lasts longer than romantic love.. and the best kind is a mix of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't sound deep, but it sounded deep on monday ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i heard from someone that i really liked is what my cousin said. i think my cousin's a bloody genius.. and i'm related to him, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says that the only true confirmation of love is when you're 80 and in your death bed, your spouse is at your side and he says, 'i've loved you'. so sweet right. so anyway, he says he believes that all the other i love yous you hear now are just a reassurance that the person is willing to work towards that end point, that true confirmation of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think his analogy's lovely. it's so so so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so. my cousin's a genius. and and, i'm related to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and nigel says love is when you wake up next to someone and say, 'gosh her breath stinks.. but i love her (:'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timmy says thats not true. he said.. something that i do not wish to repeat. haha. you should be happy, mona. i think every other girl's envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116349457769549730?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116349457769549730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116349457769549730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116349457769549730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116349457769549730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-someone-told-me-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116338245584194297</id><published>2006-11-13T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T09:47:35.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging for the past few days, i guess that's because, my weekend was crazy busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with friday, went to eat dinner with my classmates and honorary classmates Steve and Singyi. By the way, orchard is FULL of christmas spirit already, there were people singing carols and christmas lights lit.. pretty pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas makes people happy, makes me happy too, i get to spend a really nice day with my extended family and then the cousins get to go out together, very sweet (:. Christmas makes me lonely too!! It's like this nagging feeling at the back of my mind. I lost my early christmas present i wanted from mehul already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyway! this is like, the last christmas i get to spend with my sister before she leaves for australia, very awww right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, i went to sell my jewellery off at united world college. I don't really care if i made money at all, as long as i manage to pay off the cost. The jewellery-making really got my mind off things during the holidays, made me busy and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT OF COURSE MAKING A PROFIT WOULD MAKE ME HAPPY. Which i am! total sales amount to $566, cost is about $300? So after my auntie takes away her share, i'll probably get about $180. YAY! YAY! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the fair at UWC was so boring, everything was so freaking overpriced. It's as if the people who study there print notes on a daily basis.  AND AND the only cute guys were... either my cousins or 2 years too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, some of us did benefit from it.. i earned my money, bought a cute lil gingerbread man to eat (i saw this cute lil boy named lucas, his older brother bought him a gingerbread man with blue icing for him to eat. The older brother was so so so sweeeet, my sis never buys me gingerbread men..)  Nitha and  sabby got chinese tattoos, singyi and sabby got their fortunes told (sabby and singyi are both going to have 3 kids, and sabby is apparently motherly.) and singyi realised she wants eurasian kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Baby fever for everyone! Babies are great. I found out why i want them so badly. They're cute, they smell great. And the deeper part is that cause i want to raise and influence someone, someone to look up to me, someone to rely on me, i want to have someone who is guaranteed to love me back no matter what stupid mistakes i make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was shopping day with jie! I think i spent like.. half of my profits from the jewellery sale. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye byeee. toodle noodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116338245584194297?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116338245584194297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116338245584194297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116338245584194297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116338245584194297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-havent-been-blogging-for-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116283775179437336</id><published>2006-11-07T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:19:53.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tOdaE wE nOrtIee skOol kIdS woRx.. we left in the middle of school to go orchard! there was mona, mehul, sabby, mok, nigel, and and... omg, XIAN JIE. i think we're all excited when xian jie goes out with us. it's like this rare treat, and then you also get to have nice pics taken of yourself. so, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came, we ate, we conquered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 407px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/061006-14.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of my favourite boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 188px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/061006-05.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of my favourite girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while we conquered our subway subs with jabs on erm, meatballs, headroom, pigu, polly the bear did some conuering of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 276px; height: 185px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/061006-19.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he conquered a pole at a bus stop! king of the castle.. sitting high up on the pole. high for him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't have much time do anything else, so after browsing at kino for a while, we left for school again. we were just on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 186px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/061006-04.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabby looks bored, and nigel seems to be poking his imaginary friend's eye. his name is legin eel naux naix. mona's shocked at nigel's violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;random lies to tell young kids:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*when you switch channels, the presenter on the previous channel immediately dies.&lt;br /&gt;*cabbage patch kids aren't made from cabbage, they're made from 100% organic potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;*harry potter died two days ago. cause of death is violent allergic reaction to potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;*pink hula hoops give you cancer.&lt;br /&gt;*a pediatrician is another word for mechanic. the reason why your parents bring you to that 'doctor' is because you're a robot.&lt;br /&gt;*if you can pat your knee and stick out your tongue at the same time, you're likely to die by age 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more serious note, i think my mum running away from home for that bit turned out to be a blessing in disguise? yeah yeah, she's still not talking to us, but i heard from my dad that, she msged him some pretty amazing stuff. she said sorry to him, for her outburst. according to my dad, she's never said that to him before. well, maybe she has, but for small incidents and you can probably count those times with your toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen my parents being close. and there have been many times when i wondered if my parents even loved each other. if they do, they really don't show it. i blame chinese conservativeness and my grandpa. my mum's so self-sufficient and individualistic, that i think showing emotions for her is like.. 3rd or 4th nature. not that she's a bad mum, she's wonderful. i think that she put so much of herself into raising my sis and i that, she somehow lost her identity, lost most of her friends. the only identity she knows now is as a mother, a daughter and a sister. i feel guilty somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read stories of how kids see their grandparents dancing in the kitchen together, and i see old couples with tarnished gold rings holding hands on the bus, helping each other balance. i look at all that and i'm like, damn, i want that. so anyway, i look back at my own parents and i wonder if it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this incident made me feel so much better about my family, i don't have that many worries anymore, i know for certain my parents won't ever seperate, i won't ever have to deal with a broken family. and i love my parents for that, i know they put in alot of effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen my dad look so happy for so long, he said ma msged him, apologised for her behaviour, and then she said something he hadn't heard in such a long time too, she ended off her msg with 'love you'. my dad told her, that he won't ever leave her, no matter what happens. he was genuinely touched. you know, even all his birthday wishes, and all that he works towards, is only to have a happy family. he doesn't wish for like, a new car, a new phone, more business for the company.. i've never heard that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so blessed to have a great dad. can you imagine, he works his butt off day after day, he puts up with my mum... (ok, sometimes she's a lil hard to deal with k..) and even though she hardly ever admits her mistakes and stuff, he stands by her, and he says she's a wonderful wife and mother (which she is). and all he wants is a happy family. how rare is that for a guy huh. my dad's amazing. and it helps to that he's very generous with his family. he throws shopping money at us sometimes, then demands he carry our shopping bags. WAAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, my family's not back to normal yet, she still refuses to talk to my sis and i. but gosh.. i think when everything gets back to normal, it'll be so much better than before. honestly i can't wait. now i know, my parents may not be in love, but they definately love each other. and it's the kind that holds up (:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116283775179437336?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116283775179437336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116283775179437336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116283775179437336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116283775179437336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/todae-we-nortiee-skool-kids-worx.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116274013063524956</id><published>2006-11-05T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:22:10.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so addicted to sgspree now. i never knew online shopping could get so good. so so so so good. bts in fact. better than chocolate too. so far i like a a bag that looks like a banana, many many tops, and many many necklaces. that would set me back about $98765452354567675. death row for my wallet, bang bang bang, *deathly silence*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think retail therapy works? i think it may. so, someone buy me that banana bag! it's.. US$80 not including postage. if not, give me a detailed map of a bank's floor plan k. here's a lovely webbie you just MUST visit: http://fredflare.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis is definately leaving in 8 months. it's confirmed. ahhhhhh.. i asked her to work for two years first then go together with me, she said no. another option is to go together with her now. my parents said it's a good idea. but gosh, leaving singapore NOW? i'm only 17, i'm a kid k, i can't take care of myself.. but it does sound appealing though. a whole apartment for my sis and i. wheeeeee. and she'll be able to drive me around~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go? should i? should i? i'm gonna pluck a flower and do the 'he loves me, he loves me not' thing, just that it'll be, 'i should go, i shouldn't go'. i'll pluck a chrysanthemum, it'll take me eons to decide. why do i have such random thoughts. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha, girls don't find you attractive! i'm gloating, i'm soooo gloating. gloat until cannot gloat anymore. is that mean of me? not so right? i didn't wish for your balls to drop off (:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116274013063524956?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116274013063524956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116274013063524956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116274013063524956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116274013063524956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-so-addicted-to-sgspree-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116266546345252596</id><published>2006-11-05T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T02:39:39.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you ask what is unconditional love. unconditional love is to care and worry about someone who can't even look you in the eye or bother to acknowledge your presence with a greeting. someone who disappoints friends with his actions time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you different, maybe. but are you misusing your 'uniqueness', oh hell yes. i wanted to tell you all this, but jeremy's right, what's the point? would you even feel any more guilt? what would happen? honestly, the last question doesn't really matter, our relationship can't get worse than this. so i typed all this out here. where you'll never read them huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you asked if there's anyone thinking of you. well, yes? like, many times in the day. i'll bet you've forgotten clean who i am and what happened. i on the other hand, remember probably every single detail. it's not that i want to, i swear. it's not you that i think of and remember anyway, it's the old you. the person you used to be? do you still keep in contact with him? yes? then why do you treat some of your friends like shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i AM so disgusted with myself. why do i keep harping on this, why do i keep going back there. i should be waaaay over this and like, checking out that new guy in lecture with sabby (:. *HINT SABBY HINT HINT HINT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are right about one thing, you're a numb nut when it comes to such things. gosh, this shouldn't even warrant a blog post. you're so wasting my time. but i can't seem to stop yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, remember that you never gave me that box of her stuff? that turned out to be a good thing, cos if you had, there'd be a huge bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just remembered another reason why i love my sis so much. she didn't just want your balls dropping off. she said it'd be better for them to rot off slowly over a span of a year. and that it'd look so gross that no one would sleep with you and you'd die a virgin. i think she scares guys sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116266546345252596?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116266546345252596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116266546345252596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116266546345252596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116266546345252596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-ask-what-is-unconditional-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116257969251193772</id><published>2006-11-04T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T02:54:06.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have i mentioned before i have great, wonderful, amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, fabulous, delightful, marvelous, incredible, fantastic, terrific, sensational, awesome, magic, wicked, peachy swell friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no? do you believe me? sheesh how can you not believe that i have great, wonderful, amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, fabulous, delightful, marvelous, incredible, fantastic, terrific, sensational, awesome, magic, wicked, peachy swell friends? i've been moping and being terrible company for what... more than a month now, about 40+ days, and my friends have always been picking me up again. like, how much more patient can they get. my turn to cry happy tears now. haha. look at the proof of wonderful friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 185px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/char.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship is using photoshop for hours to draw funny pics of your friend in the wee hours of the morning (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looooooveeeee the pic hoohoo. i loooooove u too. thank you for making my day, my week probably. ah, i just found an eyelash on my keypad. i'll use your mama's method and blow it off my finger and make a wish for you k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i seem to be shedding eye lashes. oh nooooo. chinese people already have so little. don't leave me my little beauties. noooooo. oh well, more eye lashes more wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116257969251193772?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116257969251193772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116257969251193772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116257969251193772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116257969251193772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-i-mentioned-before-i-have-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116257076713075682</id><published>2006-11-03T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T02:29:48.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>socpsy was interesting today. we were given a pen, two tissue packets, a milo packet and and.. i forgot what else. anyway, we were supposed to set out and sell these stuff for as much as we could for the fms pocket money fund in 40 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my group managed to get $47.70! not bad for the team with the lowest efficacy (:. we pestered people for money, some were nice enough to just give us money and not take the items. i think that np people are rather giving, about 7/10 of the people would give us money. either that or we were really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;country road is playing on my itunes now. ohmigosh. i can't believe that song is in there. ANYWAY, i had a nice long talk with my sister today. i love her so much, i can't believe she's going to leave me in prob about 8 mths. i'll miss walking the hallway to her room to talk to her when she's trying to read a book. i'll miss telling her all the gossip and her bitching to me about people. i'll miss asking her to help me with work and stuff. i'll miss borrowing her clothes. i hope she doesn't take all to australia with her (:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 203px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/choosisters.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luuuurrrvvveeeeeeee you (:&lt;br /&gt;(this is a bad pic of my sis, she's actually rather hot k.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about erm.. stuff. and she said i needed to build walls around my heart. she said i believe too easily, and when i do, i tend to throw myself into it. ahhh, jie. why are you always right about these stuff. you were right from the start, your first impression of him and all. did i actually believe what he said.. erm. i'd LIKE to say no. but yeah i did, to a certain extent of course. but i don't wanna build walls! walls bad, no walls good. i'd rather be hurt again. throwing yourself into things is fun~ i just threw myself on my parents bed and bounced around 4 times in a row, adrenaline rush. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right, i worry that my sis will never get married. then i'll never have nieces and nephews. i'd say she's... eligible and all. but she doesn't seem to be able to keep any lasting interest on ANY guy. like noooooooo..... no kids to call me auntie charmaine! so, all my friends out there, DON'T have protected sex ok? charmaine needs more kids to call her auntie (:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i obviously won't be pregnant any time soon, i'm faaaaaar from it. so i'm going to rely on you guys! don't let me down! putting all my hopes on you guys. don't make me poke holes in your condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to carry babies~ omigosh, i have baby fever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116257076713075682?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116257076713075682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116257076713075682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116257076713075682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116257076713075682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/socpsy-was-interesting-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116231477752903384</id><published>2006-11-01T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:28:43.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a belated post on my last weekend. there wasss pop at the fort on friday, steve's birthday celebrations on saturday, and sabby's open house on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting on friday, we skipped school and stayed at rae's house to slack and make fun of twit blogs. i love how they entertain us =D. then we went to sabbys house to prepare. it was MADNESS there. try having like, 10 ppl in your house at the same time, about 6 of them girls, and all occupying various mirrors in the house trying to do their makeup. madness i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pop at the fort was pretty poorly received. but to all those who didn't come, poo poo on you! we had FUN. i think it was the company that made it great though. be it jumping together with your friends, grabbing as many lightsticks as you can, sitting down chatting, having a conga line that keeps breaking, or looking at shafik shake his tushie.. we all had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course there's always that lil itch factor whenever you-know-who's around, but ah.. seeing mona cry happy tears and trying to pair up estella with that dancer guy totally made up for it. i love my friends (:. i love it when they're happy. makes everything seem so much brighter, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to steve's birthday! happy belated again steve. and happy 18th birthday in advance, am i the first?? got him guitar picks and a shirt. he didn't cry.. but i think if he had more hyperactive tear glands he prob would have. we played pool later on, where i snapped happily at them, took pics of mok's and singyi's ass, mehul's lashes, limbo pics. wahaha, don't ask me why i took their asses. maybe cos when they bent over to shoot, their asses were always in my face. so not my fault k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the night over at mona's. we played this spirit board game. i was pretty hesitant at first but it turned out fine. i' still wondering how the piece moved from place to place on the board cos i think none of us were pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. so we asked some questions. and if the board is accurate, i'm going to be marrying a caucasian british guy and have 5 kids. it'll be a happy marriage and will not end in divorce. nooooooo. like why caucasian. do you know how many times i bitch about my relatives diluting our chinese blood?? now i'm going to be a blood traitor too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabby's open house was great. nice food, i love the eclairs~ i think i emptied the tray. and many many sparklers. and thank you sabby for the kebaya you lent me. it's gorgeous (:. we watched miss vasantham. it's like the equivalent to miss chinatown or something. there were pretty few outstanding girls lookswise. i thought all of them would b drop-dead gorgeous cos well, indians have amazing features. i was pretty upset the bimbo didnt win though. anyway, the perfect thing to capture all that. xianjie's camera and his HUGEE flash. can light up things within a 100m radius or something, that thing is blinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 269px; height: 178px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_0026.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating, yum yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 402px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_0041.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way down to play with sparklers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 403px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_0046.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still on the way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 269px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_0057.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_0059.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPARKLERS. AT LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 267px; height: 176px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_0070.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitha and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 176px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC_0072.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look like a ghost. i know i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, do i look malay?? do i? do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be updating with more pictures soon. my com still can't detect my camera. fujifilm must have something against macintosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116231477752903384?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116231477752903384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116231477752903384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116231477752903384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116231477752903384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-belated-post-on-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116231329233582741</id><published>2006-11-01T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:46:05.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was amaaaaazing. like fun fun fun! so today's halloween, so mona, mehul, mok, rae, singyi, nigel, jeremy, sabby, steve and i were supposed to go orchard dressed up so ppl can stare at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; jeremy, steve and sabby couldn't make it.. poo on you guys! missed out on alot of fun. nigel left us halfway too. so the rest of us attention-seeking adventurers went to orchard for ppl to get an eyeful of us. you know why? cos.. an adventurer is us! ok, inside joke, nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dressed at mona's. there was mehul the RAWR pirate, mok the emo guy, mona and singyi the dead schoolgirls who look like they're from battle royale, rae as wednesday adams aka sexy slutty librarian, and me as.. supposed cheena prostitute. but i looked too decent, so i became, bashed-up cheena girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00057.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel mutilating the bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 362px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00052.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 204px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00062.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rae preparing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll say mok and mehul have never looked better. mehul and mok both had eyeliner on, and even though i usually hate guys wearing eyeliner, mok and mehul looked GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 205px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00045-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehul the rawr pirate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 204px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00041.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 203px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00056.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mok the emo guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mona and singyi looked so realistic. fake blood, torn clothes, bruises everywhere. i'll say they looked more like dead raped slutty schoolgirls. oh and rae looked creepy with the mutilated bear nigel did for her, but without it, she still looks like a slutty librarian to me. any guy with a librarian fantasy? i hear rae's single..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00054-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mona as dead schoolgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00047-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singyi as dead schoolgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 230px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00051.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead schoolgirls together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 203px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00049.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rae the slutty librarian/wednesday adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00046-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me as.. i don't know what exactly i was. dead cheena girl i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 201px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00042-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no! dead people don't smile! oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i have to say, mona's make-up skills are amazing~ we totally looked bashd-up and dead. we heard some passers-by commenting that our make-up looked so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! so we met up with my looooovely beloved friends, hafiz, junjia and haris, chinese vampire, english vampire and white-faced guy in black respectively. have i mentioned i missed you guys? i miss your corny cheesy dirty jokes. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaya, so ppl were definately staring, and scaring lil kids can be so fun. mehul tried so hard to be scary and rawr at ppl, but they just didnt seem to care, maybe cos he looked too much like johnny depp and ppl were too busy checking out his butt, or non-existence of it (:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 205px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00061.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/DSC00036.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sang for candy! but no one gave us any :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took pics with random ppl on the streets with costumes on. there was this guy, TOTALLY covered in black cloth and ARMOUR. very cute, i wanted to see his face, but he kept grunting and not saying anything. not that grunting's bad. aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 202px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/choocolatefudge/Halloween06014_edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun ended all too soon cos we all had to rush home to meet curfews. but next time we'll definately spend less time eating and more time walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; i should be doing my homework now, but i just can't seem to start. heh. tmr! i promise myself, tmr i shall start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't know why you still affect me so. i worry about you and stuff. and i so shouldn't, cos i can see pretty clearly, you couldn't really care less about me. i don't know why i bother so much about you anymore, this person i'm seeing is so not the guy i fell for. i worry when you drink, i worry when you smoke, i worry when you change so much. i've never really seen this side of you before. maybe i have, but not so much of it. not that it's going to mean anything to anyone, but, i hate what you've turned into. that's just my opinion anyway. the dreams are coming back, and in the dream i keep trying to find you, maybe its symbolic. i still keep you in my prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116231329233582741?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116231329233582741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116231329233582741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116231329233582741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116231329233582741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-was-amaaaaazing_116231329233582741.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36780752.post-116217567380308464</id><published>2006-10-30T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:34:33.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people! this is my blog, revived from the dead, after almost a year of quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becauseee intellectual blogs have somewhat smaller readership, i am going to commercialise my blog and make it a fluff-filled, nonsensical, day-to-day activities blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaya, i'm selling out. don't judge me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, alot of things have happened before i revived this blog but i have no time to blog about that cos.. sch work's piling up and also, you are so not worth it. or so i tell myself. ha. ha. ha. self delusion helps alot you know. and also cos i have great supporting/kooky/caring family and friends, so i've nothing to complain about. but before i get off-course, here are some blog guidelines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guidelines are that, there are no guidelines! haha, funny right. no? fineee. but really, reading a blog.. what guidelines..? oh ya, u ARE highly encouraged to tag though. cos tagging keeps a blog aliveeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past weekend has been CRAZY. firstly there was pop at the fort, then steve's birthday sleepover at mona's, and then sabby's open house. pictures coming up later! after i get my com to detect my camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! and then later this week, on tues, which is actually tmr anyway, we're going out in costumes to walk around in orchard and be stared at weirdly by normal-dressed-boring-people! i'm going to be a cheena prostitute with garish makeup and all. the rst o the costumes i know of areee.. two dead schoolgirls, one pirate, one butcher, one wednesday adams.. and thats all i know of. you'll just have to rely on the pics soon to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, when i get the pics up THEN i'll be able to get into more detail. and you'll actually have something to look at instead of text and text and text and text. so till then, toodle noodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36780752-116217567380308464?l=choochoo-train.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/feeds/116217567380308464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36780752&amp;postID=116217567380308464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116217567380308464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36780752/posts/default/116217567380308464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choochoo-train.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-people-this-is-my-blog-revived.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769481000167789920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
