<?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-23749948</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:49:26.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23749948.post-115842134281647748</id><published>2006-09-16T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:44:01.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The reason for my &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; absence here is because... I'm no longer using blogspot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved to : &lt;a href="http://users.livejournal.com/decipherr_/"&gt;http://users.livejournal.com/decipherr_/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-115842134281647748?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115842134281647748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=115842134281647748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115842134281647748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115842134281647748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/09/reason-for-my-long-absence-here-is.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-115558124167160819</id><published>2006-08-15T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T02:52:09.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come, let's add another F-ed grade from my 1 minute late project, to my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Now I can't screw up essential graphics or media &amp; society, if not, I would have to retake the subjects again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As frustrating it may seem, I am 99.99999% confident that I wouldn't have to retake any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on the brighter side of life. . . We got a freaking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; for our marketing plan and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; for our media &amp; society group project! It's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; good accomplishment we gained from all that, adding on the experience of certain issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Marked the end of ALL of our assignments and projects for this semester. We were supposed to have a class celebration thing but due to council meeting, it ended up with just the usual people having dinner at PizzaHut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIREWORKS baby. Meimei, Yunru, Fred, Freeman and I. We didn't know about it until we stepped out of Marina Square and noticed people sitting down. Being Singaporeans, we just had to check out what the fuss was all about. So we joined in. Hahahha. The fireworks were beeeeeeeautiful man though I think the couple in front of us were kind of peeved at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon's Birthday party. Crazy as hell, really. But it was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my typing. I mean, the poorly constructed sentences and stuff. Dreamweaver is killing me and I'm totally clueless about the whole software. I'm literally just weaving dreams. HAHAHA, okay yes, I'm hilarious I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills test on Wednesday and it's essential graphics. And you know what that means. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to give Dreamweaver my utmost attention. Seriously, all the htmls, frames, tables, layers, htmls, more htmls, css, htmls and htmls are chinese to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-115558124167160819?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115558124167160819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=115558124167160819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115558124167160819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115558124167160819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/08/come-lets-add-another-f-ed-grade-from.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-115471443916224858</id><published>2006-08-05T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:17:55.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Formal wear today for Med Soc group presentation. That stage fright syndrome of mine, came back. We were the first group to present and I swear my mind was going all hectic because of the stupid nerves. It's a good thing we have jon and fred in our group to lighten the mood with their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful &lt;/span&gt;dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality really hit me hard this time. In one minute, anything can go wrong. Unfortunately,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; happened to my beloved and crazy essential graphics group mates. It's sad, all the effort we put into it - Lorene, Auggy and Von. The night before, we were so confident about getting a good grade, thus it made it harder for us to accept it. One minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, what's done is done. We're still proud of ourselves that we did such a great job in the end. We had fun doing it. It's all coooool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have the mood to go out with a huge group of people for dinner, so I skipped it. Instead, freedman, fred and I met up with yunru at TM, starbucks. It has been so looong since we talked and joked around about stuff, just like before all these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xyz projects&lt;/span&gt; started piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a 'nervousfunlaughtersadangry-nicefunlaughtercrazy' day. Yes, all mixed into one word. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear denise here is going to fall asleep soon and she wants to sleep so good night kids :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-115471443916224858?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115471443916224858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=115471443916224858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115471443916224858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115471443916224858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/08/formal-wear-today-for-med-soc-group.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-115394083683056248</id><published>2006-07-27T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T03:10:44.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like I've left this blog dead for the longest time. So I decided I should type this entry for what, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear CMM is a pain in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eye. &lt;/span&gt;Especially with the shitloads of projects and assignments that we have to complete in the same week. Rushing to finish 3&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;huge group projects by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next week&lt;/span&gt; is no joke man. And after that week, follows more deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why our timetable is so slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's times like these when the whole class would be able to relate to each other since we're going through the same thing - sufferings and more sufferings. It is the most comforting and nicest thing you can get out of all these shit because we 'comfort' and support each other along the way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-115394083683056248?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115394083683056248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=115394083683056248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115394083683056248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115394083683056248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/07/looks-like-ive-left-this-blog-dead-for.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-115229739509661458</id><published>2006-07-08T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:38:14.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi babies! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling sick. Oh nooo, there's a flu bug that has been going around in class over the week and I caught it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hanging out with the classmates over the past few days after school till late. Yesterday, hung out at starbucks with yunru, meiting, fred, freeman and von. Talked about our secondary school stuff and ghost stories and and and and. . . more stuff. Yunru laughed so much that she had a spilting headache, which was weird. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happening lately, it's hilarious. But oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I found a media clip to start my 5th marketing journal. This assignment is seriously haunting man. My brochure is currently non-existent and unless QuarkXpress decides to INSTALL, it'll stay that way till Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, let's go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-115229739509661458?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115229739509661458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=115229739509661458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115229739509661458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115229739509661458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi-babies-im-falling-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-115151297082744117</id><published>2006-06-29T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:46:15.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to type about and I can't really be bothered about blogging nowadays because school just started, and I'm too damn tired to do anything when I'm online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's see what happened recently. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our test results were out for Journalism 1 and Media and Society. Both sucked, but Med Soc was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ucked up (that's what Fred and Sarah said) or in a nicer way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;antastic. We all stood there and we 'comforted' each other with laughter and whatnots, along with the rest of the classmates. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll just have to put in extra effort to pull the stupid grade up since I lost the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; 20% and hopefully assignments go well and I don't have to mourn further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to finish my Typography assignment and I'm still at the letter 'd' since 5 hours ago. I like creating fonts but it's annoying if you have to do it from the letter 'a' to the letter 'z'. Crazy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, boring stuff I'm updating so yeah. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-115151297082744117?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115151297082744117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=115151297082744117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115151297082744117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115151297082744117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-all-i-dont-know-what-to-type.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-115108268386531860</id><published>2006-06-24T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:18:14.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall update on the class outing now because I'm still high over Clorets! Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite sad that only 12 of us managed to turn up today but we still had fun. Met up with the classmates at Plaza Sing there. We decided to watch the movie "The King and the Clown" and before that, we had like 2 hours to spare, so we had lunch at Swensons. Talked about shitloads of stuff and Mr yong was crazy, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he treated us to the movie! Then we took pictures and walked round PS. Oh, the Lego shop is so freaking interesting. I got excited over the tiny Lego people - Batman, Star Wars, etc. Lego has evolved a hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm side-tracking a little so anyway;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie. Well, it's ooookay. The humour is there because the plays were just like omgwth and the King was very much mentally unsound. The downside was, all of us didn't get the ending and having to think about the story and read the subtitles was tiring. The guy in the movie looked exactly like a girl though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone pretty much left after, leaving Meiting, Derek, Orgy, Freeman and me. Had dinner at Carls' Jr and Derek went home. Meiting went to buy her Hooch and I bought famous amos even though I still had the risk of losing my voice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to the Esplanade and just lazed around upstairs. Orgy was drowning himself with Clorets and pretending to get high, making me addicted to Clorets. Then I knocked down Meiting's Hooch by accident and it 'stained' her skirt, but thankfully we washed and dried it off quick. We took off after I spotted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;millions&lt;/span&gt; of cockroaches crawling on the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by at the side of the river area. Clorets made Orgy and I, really high. Meiting and Freeman probably had a fit laughing at us acting all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girlfriend,&lt;/span&gt; his new creation of lingerie and so on. Meiting almost killed him. Hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads more of stuff to type, but I have to start on my Med Soc assignment like, NOW. It's due on Monday and I've yet to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-115108268386531860?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115108268386531860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=115108268386531860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115108268386531860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115108268386531860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-shall-update-on-class-outing-now.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-115102999500780630</id><published>2006-06-23T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:33:15.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I woke up at 9.30 in the morning just to sign up for CDS. And now I shall head back to sleep for another half an hour, before I have to wake up for the class outing later (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-115102999500780630?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115102999500780630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=115102999500780630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115102999500780630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115102999500780630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cant-believe-i-woke-up-at-9.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-115064876942156094</id><published>2006-06-18T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:38:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Father's Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I'm not a really good daughter who actually bothers about Mother's Day/Father's Day. Why? Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Father's Day, Dad. That crazy man never fails to amuse me - Chasing my mom and attacking her unexpectedly; Drinking live ants in coffee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt; (gross &amp; he was blind not to see them); Asking me where his glasses were when he's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clearly &lt;/span&gt;wearing them; Telling me all the stupid things he did with his friends; Controlling my head using his hand in the middle of the ROAD; How he thanked god he didn't marry his ex-girlfriend because er, yah; Stuff he did to my mom like pretending to die, &amp; so on and so forth. And that's not even 1/4 of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I love him loadsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moving on. Today or was it yesterday, was Ah Meng's birthday. You know, the orang utan in the Zoo. My mom insists that's her long lost pet, so does my mom's whole family. They even have pictures of it when it was younger. My mom said she'll get the pictures and let me see it. That was an interesting conversation my parents and I had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe how damn cool their childhood was? They had a bear, a HUGE python, monkeys and etc, as their 'pets'?! My mom told me how her monkey (some skinny-small and rare one) used to rock her sister in this carriage-like thing, and how the monkey always ran to them whenever he was feeling itchy and they had to scratch it for him. It's so cute. However, he died young because he sort of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hung&lt;/span&gt; himself while he was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love stories like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And till next time, Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-115064876942156094?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115064876942156094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=115064876942156094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115064876942156094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115064876942156094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-fathers-day-everyone-sadly-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-115055644331400684</id><published>2006-06-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T04:00:50.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world is seriously very &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;; Or perhaps its just Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling sick and my throat feels as though a hamster has been hibernating in there since yesterday. There's something creepy going on in my house/room. I think I'm just being overly paranoid that I'll start imagining things but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should just stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old, I just know it. 20 years down the road, I'll probably be looking at my own reflection and wondering whether my name is Denkin or Demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, you say? Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3-days, 2-night chalet is on Monday and it'll be fun. I just realised that the Med Soc Individual assignment is due on the first day school starts! Now, that's good to know. Since life has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seemingly&lt;/span&gt; stable, I think I can finish that assignment on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is fully packed with the chalet, outing to the Zoo with the classmates &amp;amp; Mr. Yong and projects/assignments... It's waaaay crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about me, let's talk about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......(insert conversation here)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so life goes on, till next time kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-115055644331400684?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115055644331400684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=115055644331400684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115055644331400684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115055644331400684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-is-seriously-very-small-or.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-115022474931406699</id><published>2006-06-14T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T04:29:50.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First time in a long time, Denise is not hungry at this hour. Okay, that was so random but who cares. Okay folks, I'm kind of cranky now. It's like this flow of adrenaline that rushes through your body and the next, it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like traveling all of a sudden. Get a yacht and sail across the ocean and stop by little islands that you didn't know, existed. One thing that kills that thought is that I can't swim, so if anything that goes wrong or unexpectedly happen while I'm sailing across the ocean... I'll probably panic, jump off the boat and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, I should have just learnt swimming back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Have you heard about one of Barbie's rivals? No? I tell you, it's omg-wtf. I can accept the butch dolls and all, but &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; TOY dildos/vibrators?! That's just weird and scary. Though, I'm really amused by this whole thing. If you wish to know more about them, please proceed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.dykedolls.com&lt;/span&gt; for more details. Truth be told, it's kind of cool in a way... it's not like the ken/barbie dolls where they are perfect in every way. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pardon my unusual outburst, I told you I'm feeling cranky today. I have many more interesting stuff that I want to type but I'm not in the mood to type a novel for this entry. I shall scoot off and do my little boring things I do on nights like these, which is watching TV and bumming around on my wheelie-chair chatting with friends on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright kids, time for the master of this blog to sign off. Good day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-115022474931406699?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115022474931406699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=115022474931406699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115022474931406699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115022474931406699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-time-in-long-time-denise-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-115004152533070715</id><published>2006-06-11T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:58:46.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look, it's the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that there are tons of projects/assignments to do, I'm happy that we have a break away from lectures and tutorials for the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling hungry so I'm gonna eat and eat and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that all I'm going to type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, pretty much. So bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-115004152533070715?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/115004152533070715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=115004152533070715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115004152533070715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/115004152533070715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/06/look-its-holidays-besides-fact-that.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114943290678789945</id><published>2006-06-04T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:05:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a splendid day. Birds shadowing the sky in the early morn and clouds scattered across the sky - painting a picture. Now, it's dark and in about 2 hours time, it'll be another day. And then, we can officially say hello to the mid-term tests. Oh the little people are just jumping for joy in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been hardcore studying since Friday or maybe earlier. Almost everyone, but me. I only started this 'hardcore' studying today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; just now, which is really last minute, as usual. Hopefully things go well tomorrow and that my goldfish memory does not decide to block my thoughts at that moment of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looking on the brighter side of things, I only have 2 tests to study for - Media and Society and Journalism. Thank god both don't require any mathematics or scientific formulas. Though I think that the Journalism test is not going to be my cup of tea, and I'll be struggling when I have to study for it. As much as I love writing, the theory parts kind of bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kids, moving on to other greater things in life... Let's go on about one of the models that I have studied today. We have the basic model, Shannon-Weaver model which has 5 processes: Human stimulation that results in a thought, followed by encoding the thought into a message, then the transmission of the message which then decodes the message into a thought and lastly, internalizing of the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got no idea what that was all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's media and society for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114943290678789945?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114943290678789945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114943290678789945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114943290678789945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114943290678789945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-been-splendid-day.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114926273749539365</id><published>2006-06-02T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:38:57.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh what the hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114926273749539365?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114926273749539365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114926273749539365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114926273749539365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114926273749539365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114909438610752016</id><published>2006-05-31T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:53:06.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I have no idea what to blog about these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days have been passing by so quickly that oh god, I've lost track of time. It's the month of JUNE! Dammmmnit fast boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments/projects are piling up like mad monkeys and sliently eating up my supposed-to-be term break, which has yet to come. My lifelong fantasy of sitting by the fire and drinking tea during that period of time, has been burnt into flames. Okay, wth right. I'm in a very wooozy state of mind and things I type now.. well, yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I screwed up photoshop? No? Okay, now you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, better luck next time dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look, 1st of June! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy dearest&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rhonda darlss&lt;/span&gt;! My dad is officially 55 years &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt; (that's what my dad made me say to him). He may be 55 years &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt;, but he has a mentally of an 8 year old, sometimes. Lastly, not forgetting Rhonda; meet up soon okay.. and all the others too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoo babes (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114909438610752016?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114909438610752016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114909438610752016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114909438610752016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114909438610752016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-know-i-have-no-idea-what-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114831948409918219</id><published>2006-05-23T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T01:38:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to saaaay, "Thank you oh-so-much LY for accompanying me in school while you listen to me complain and type my long long journals.... and the printing and all that yada yada!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after panicking over the deadlines for the 4 marketing journals over the past few days, I have finally completed them! It's a HUGE relieve and even though I crapped up most of it, at least it's freaking done and over with. Yeahhh babeh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; man, not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm designing my logo for my uncles' company in X'mas Island but I don't know what the name of the company/shop is. I know it's a cyber gaming thingo, so I'll just call it that. My uncles wouldnt mind the change, and I hope they'll use it. So far I've drawn like 7 designs and I have to draw more and more since it's being evaluated as well... there goes my sleep tonight and tomorrow, and the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough about my boring rant over assignments. I have to wake up early tomorrow to meet Mating up for our morning run. Then we'll bathe in tp and we'll be all nice &amp; fresh. I'll probably be slightly darker knowing that the sun in the morning is not exactly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;. So yay to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to work. Till next time... bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114831948409918219?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114831948409918219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114831948409918219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114831948409918219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114831948409918219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-of-all-i-would-like-to-saaaay.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114779700210988030</id><published>2006-05-16T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:39:51.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear, that beetle is waiting for the right moment to attack me. I know. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just know it.&lt;/span&gt; Its waiting for me not notice it anymore, and strike at the least expected so that yours truly, will run and stumble and god-knows what else I'd do. The last time a beetle landed on me, I had a temporary cadiac arrest. And yes, I'm freaking scared of beetles because it never wants to fly away when it lands on my pretty head or hand or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SAVE ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall just not think too much and tell you more about my day. So today was fine, except it was marketing day and denise does not love marketing and vice versa. We were showed how to do the marketing journals in the proper way.. and dear me! That's all I can say. I have to edit half of my first one, that I, patiently typed out over the period of 2 days. I still have 3 more journals to go, so yay to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a short short day. Three hours tutorial for ess graphics, we'll be using Adobe Illustrator to do the 3monkee thingo &amp;amp; he'll be grading us. Well, that's what I heard from the other class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The grass is greener on the other side?' Who ever thought of such theories to life. All you need is total darkness and voila, the grass will be greener on any side. What is greener to you? To me, greener means a darker shade of green. Okay, clearly I'm getting very insightful today. Ling yu never gets my analogies, she always have that what-the-hell expression on her face. Then again, no one really gets me the way I get myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, I'm so funnay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's all hold hands and pray tonight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114779700210988030?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114779700210988030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114779700210988030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114779700210988030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114779700210988030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-swear-that-beetle-is-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114736765881659576</id><published>2006-05-12T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T01:14:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; attempting&lt;/span&gt; my marketing journal assignment, but the thing is.. i dont know how to start the freaking journal. Backspaced and typed, backspaced and typed. Omg, i think i'm going crazy just typing the first sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today started out bad, felt really uneasy. Maybe it's because i lacked sleep and the lecture room had this horrible smell which smelt like feet. Hahah. Had graphic design fund lecture and there was a pop quiz which we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; studied. Thank god for my classmates man. Then it was gdf tut which was mostly on drawing - creating a new logo for toilet signs/logo of ourselves. It was quite fun and everyone was high. This assignment probably shot a fuse in some of their heads. And the song is stuck in my head, that 'ye shanghai' song. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to present 3 things today, the two above &amp; one of our postcard summary thing. Kinda getting used to presentations now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with them after school for dinner and beatrice, lingyu, fiona and i decided to catch Poseidon. It was dammmnn nice! Love it &amp;amp; the company i had were great (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to start on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; again. Four i have to do &amp; how many have i done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114736765881659576?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114736765881659576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114736765881659576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114736765881659576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114736765881659576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-currently-attempting-my-marketing_12.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114675733608643774</id><published>2006-05-04T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:42:16.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello one and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this trouble of starting an entry so today i shall settle for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. So nearly two weeks of school and already we have projects and assignments creeping up all at one shot. Graphic design fund was fun today. We had to search for random things we never really noticed in parts of the school and draw it out, and later, drawing how we feel/see it as. We had to be 'so-called' creative. We had an hour break to do that. Then we had to present it! I kind of screwed it up a little cos i forgot what the questions were but it was my first presentation, so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended earlier than expected so we decided to do our journalism group work. So my group and another group cabbed down to old tamp road to see the NEWater thing. It was so deserted and that was it! It was total crap. The only person we interviewed, was a person who knew nothing about the place. But we found 2 notices of missing person(s). One was only FOURTEEN years old, how sad is that. Missing since feb/jan 2006. That place, is just not safe at night man. The cab driver was warning us (cos' all of us were girls) about a lot of rape cases going on there. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, im freaking tired &amp; im hungry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow! minus the lectures/tutorials (: heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114675733608643774?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114675733608643774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114675733608643774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114675733608643774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114675733608643774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-one-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114642501506345447</id><published>2006-05-01T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T03:23:35.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh, i've been eating way too much this whole week since school started. A quick note to self on how much i ate yesterday; my mom's cooking, pasta, long john's, pizza, mom's cooking. I swear im a monster. I'm always hungry once the clock strikes 2am in the morning. I can see the unhealthy level in my body rising..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on to other things. Met up with mr juraimy &amp; the rest of the kc alumni people at pastamania. Then headed to TCC to discuss about some art appreciation thing which took three hours long cos we kept drifting off to other stuff irrelevant to the topic. Hahaa. So everything is more or less finalised for that and we have to do a total of 3 canvas EACH by november for our end of the year exhibition. Ah yes, i see many many things to come when we start on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story, short.. blogging is no longer a&lt;em&gt; fantasy&lt;/em&gt; of mine. Thus, my entries gets very dull and well, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's labour day today! I have no idea what people do on that day - or maybe i do, but just can't be bothered remembering. It seems like everywhere i go there will be people in lorries/vans campaigning for PAP/Workers' party/ect. I find it annoying because it repeats over and over again.. give me a few days and i'll recite the whole thing to you in english &amp;amp; chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think keri russell is &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; pretty. Excuse my random-ness in this entry because i have absolutely no control over the little people in my head and im so very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to lingyu, i finally decided to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114642501506345447?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114642501506345447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114642501506345447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114642501506345447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114642501506345447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahh-ive-been-eating-way-too-much-this.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114616035451897529</id><published>2006-04-28T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T01:57:13.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first week of school is almost over! Lectures were alright but kinda boring at times because it was all about the introduction of a certain subject and stuff. Signed up for CCAs which i just plainly wrote my name down without thinking. Probably end up not going for some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school waited for each one of them to end school and thank god i had company then. I havent laughed so hard since i-dont-know-when. Then headed to tm after dinner and while waiting for the movie which starts way later, i played (or rather, learnt) pool. Hahah, i sucked man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i didn't like the movie, "boys eat girls", because it had a common story line and was pretty long-winded. Ly was screaming at the shocking parts while i laughed at her/shocking scenes. If it wasnt for Ly, i would have fallen asleep because of the long day in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 11 plus and later i have to wake up at 8am for school. Since we're having some orientation for cmm school will end at 6pm instead. Only one lecture later though, which is J1 News for 2 hours. Another introduction....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall sleep soon, yes. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114616035451897529?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114616035451897529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114616035451897529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114616035451897529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114616035451897529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-week-of-school-is-almost-over_28.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114580574069805208</id><published>2006-04-23T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:22:20.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School starts at 2pm for me tomorrow and ends at 3pm because there are no tutorials this week. I might as well not go to school seeing as its only an hour! But first lecture.. so yes. My classmates are fine &amp;amp; easy to talk to and stuff. Meeting beatrice and fionaa after school tomorrow, so yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ants are crawling out of my keyboard and i swear there's an army in there. Anyone knows how to get rid of them?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114580574069805208?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114580574069805208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114580574069805208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114580574069805208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114580574069805208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/04/school-starts-at-2pm-for-me-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114529220417021991</id><published>2006-04-17T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T00:43:28.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer/internet is screwing up man. Oh wait, maybe its just msn messenger. My old msn and new msn were playing with me - signing in and out alternatively. I couldn't stop it for some reason and my whole internet started getting all slow and.. slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem solved, due to my &lt;em&gt;quick&lt;/em&gt; thinking to restart the computer. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Towned today with beatrice &amp; lingyu. I secretly hate town but its fun with good company. And i bought a new pencil case. Now my pens can crawl in place instead of being scattered everywhere on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bribed my dad just now by giving him biscuits. Only because he said he'll allow me watch whatever i want if i bribe him. What is this you tell me? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114529220417021991?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114529220417021991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114529220417021991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114529220417021991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114529220417021991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-computerinternet-is-screwing-up-man.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114520010358027677</id><published>2006-04-16T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T01:57:25.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Adding on to that, internet seems to be getting less attractive each time i get on. Or its just me. But yay, i'm getting out of the house tomorrow and i'll have something to do then. I have the strangest moods sometimes which can trigger the weirdest thoughts. And this entry - total crap (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scissors, Paper, Stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hmm, this is kinda sad man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kentucky.com/mld/kentucky/14294381.htm"&gt;http://www.kentucky.com/mld/kentucky/14294381.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think i've read something like that happen before. I just dont understand their so-called school 'policies'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114520010358027677?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114520010358027677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114520010358027677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114520010358027677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114520010358027677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114504704901149803</id><published>2006-04-15T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T00:56:45.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with ly and charm at parkway and then met up with many people along the way. Everyone was in parkway yesterday. Then bought flowers for the GLs and headed down to tp with ly, charm &amp; trisno. Waited for hakim then finally someone came to get us into the school. Had to register and there was 2 'bounces' at the entrance. What only really. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim enlightened us with very interesting 'facts' which is really funny shit. Only a few centis ppl went - trisno, ly, hakim, joey, keng teck &amp;amp; er, me. Haha. We sat through the empires' performances, GLs performances and each time the clock ticked an hour we were like omg, where is the jam and hop! We were told it will start at 7pm and in the end it started at freaking 11.45pm?! which was what the hell really. Hahaha, but it was fun and that bryan guy from the centis group was really an eye-opener. Hahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we only decided to leave at 12.25am.. and we got stuck in school and had to walk a distance to the entrance. So hakim and ly decided to go home cos it was late (pang sey me for supper!). Since joey, keng teck and i stayed a few blocks away from each other, joey decided.. LET'S WALK HOME! Yes, it was like a one plus walk from tp to block 201. On the way there, joey was teaching me cheers and keng teck shockingly had this damn vulgar one. Looks can be decieving man. It was quite fun walking home lah actually except that my dad was rushing me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper. The one &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; of us was supposed to go but 3 of them backed out. In the end i reached my place at 2.15am and my dad freaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha, okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114504704901149803?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114504704901149803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114504704901149803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114504704901149803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114504704901149803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/04/met-up-with-ly-and-charm-at-parkway.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114495586955701312</id><published>2006-04-14T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T03:17:49.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My legs are hurting like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the last day of orientation was the best. First we had water games and the most funniest one was captain's ball with butter. Everyone was just snatching and squeezing until the butter was gone. After that, all of us smelt like butter which sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lunch, then empire games which was just crazy &amp; had the final clash. Centis was attacked by the other empires cos we were targets. But oh well, it was fun and all of us just cheered on as though we won (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what happened after that but in the end we had a final empire gathering which was sweet as everyone wrote comments for each other on postcards. I so miss this workshop thing and all the people there in Centis and other empires. Especially the GLs, programme comm, main comm.. so much effort was put in to make our experience a great &amp;amp; fun one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love em' all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i made new friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114495586955701312?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114495586955701312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114495586955701312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114495586955701312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114495586955701312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-legs-are-hurting-like-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114477524254343841</id><published>2006-04-12T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T00:55:25.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of FOW and it was extremely tiring &amp; very fun. I swear i could have just had a temporary cardiac arrest when we were going around the school (RUNNING!) for our programme games in our sub groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the start of the day was 'sway' for me. Early mornings are good for games man. We played some 7-up game and i just lost the number i was suppose to shout out and had to do a forfeit with this girl which was - writing i (heart) centis with my ass. Hahaha, quite an experience. Then had Mass Danceeee!! (: fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how everything went after but i think it was sub groups and programme games. And bla bla bla... last game was limbo &amp;amp; freshies and GL were separated to compete. Apparently we won cos we showed more teamwork? HAHA. The forfeit was to roll down the slope in design school. So since we were a team, freshies too rolled down the slope. Crazy man. We crashed and some collasped to the ground cos too dizzy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed back for lunch. After that we planned for performance. (read ly's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went first for performance and thank god. Centis was the only empire who did not do a skit. And the GLs were so comical! Er, that guy whose pants was very attacting that he became the most popular guy since! HAHAHA. Quite mean lah but cant hold the laughter. Thank god we were first because if we went after that guy's team.. oh no, they will be looking somewhere else. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass dance after the school song and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114477524254343841?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114477524254343841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114477524254343841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114477524254343841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114477524254343841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-2nd-day-of-fow-and-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114418180813726378</id><published>2006-04-05T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T04:56:15.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When i was 7 and having a holiday in melbourne, touring the country side (farms and all),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (being curious) if white milk comes from white cows *pointing at this cow*, where does chocolate milk come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt; oh, it comes from brown cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i believed him for god knows how long man. It never occured to me then, that there was also strawberry/banana milk. I could only imagine my dad's answer. I was a naive/dumb child..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i just thought about it because i was browsing forums in deviantart. Hahah. So i just showed Lingyu this website which was rather offensive if you can't take jokes (for some topics). But i swear, its freaking hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your viewing pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/648/646/1600/toot1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/648/646/320/toot1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/648/646/1600/toot1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story on how women get disgusted when men fart because of how it smells and how women think that their farts are well.. gives off a sweet scent, like roses &amp; candy(?). So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/648/646/1600/toot2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/648/646/320/toot2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge. And so the men decided to show these women the horrible truth. Yes, the smell of an hairy old man with worts who decides not to shower for months.. ah, the smell of heaven (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all folks! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114418180813726378?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114418180813726378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114418180813726378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114418180813726378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114418180813726378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-i-was-7-and-having-holiday-in.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114400727659120904</id><published>2006-04-03T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:19:33.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seem to have this habit of blogging this late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my cpf form returned to me because why?! I didnt sign against my amendment - which was a cancellation of my name not in blocked letters and just rewritting it to block letters. And i had to send it back which is dumb for just a signature for &lt;em&gt;that. &lt;/em&gt;Oh well, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! My nanny is here in singapore and i'm glad. She's like 87 years old &amp; she still looks the same as the pictures taken 10 years back. I like her hair colour, its gold-brown &amp;amp; i didnt get that genes from my dad. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes here are some interesting things i've read today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A small little village in Austria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking is a small settlement (population c. 150) in Austria. The village is known to have existed as "Fucking" since at least 1070. The settlement's most famous feature is a traffic sign with its name on it beside which English-speaking tourists often stop to have their photograph taken. The sign is the most commonly stolen street sign in Austria. Significant amounts of public funds are spent on replacing the stolen signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A museum devoted to the Penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Icelandic Phallological Museum in Husavík, Iceland, is a museum devoted to phallology. The museum currently has 154 specimens displayed like hunting trophies, embalmed in formaldehyde, or dried in display cases. The museum attempts to collect penis specimens from every mammal extant in Iceland, including several species that are endangered or currently extinct in Icelandic waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch is a village on the island of Anglesey in Wales. It is best known for having the longest officially recognised place name in the United Kingdom, and one of the longest in the world. The village's long name was contrived in the 1860s for the prestige of having the longest name of a railway station in Great Britain, and could not be considered an authentic word in the Welsh language. A translation into English would yield "St Mary's church in the hollow of the white hazel near to the rapid whirlpool and the church of St Tysilio of the red cave".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard of the first one long time back, but the second was just so very er, &lt;em&gt;interesting. &lt;/em&gt;The third one, to put it in a more 'difficult' term, "welcome to the longest word in the dictionary". Try pronouncing it and i'll give you a prize if you succeed. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no, just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this is my read for today because my dad wants me to read more about the world. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114400727659120904?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114400727659120904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114400727659120904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114400727659120904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114400727659120904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-seem-to-have-this-habit-of-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114366114329270840</id><published>2006-03-30T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T04:49:30.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 3am now and entertainment from the tv has been reduced to soccer &amp; more soccer. I have been seeking alternatives from the internet - youtube or random sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Top 25 craziest deaths.. (and he could be still alive, lurking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Killed and eaten by a classmate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killed and eaten by a classmate 25-year-old Dutch woman studying in Paris, Renee Hartevelt, was killed and eaten by a classmate, Issei Sagawa, when he invited her to dinner for a literary conversation. The killer was declared unfit to stand trial and extradited back to Japan, where he was released from custody within fifteen months. (1981)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And another..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Are we boring you, Mr. Rodale?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome Irving Rodale, an American pioneer of organic farming, died of a heart attack while being interviewed on the Dick Cavett Show. When he appeared to fall asleep, Cavett quipped "Are we boring you, Mr. Rodale?". The show was never broadcast. (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and look here's another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Too much VIAGRA killed the dictator&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigerian dictator Sani Abacha, died at his residence in Abuja of a heart attack, rumored to have been caused by the ingestion of large quantities of the drug VIAGRA as a prelude to an orgy. (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As much as i feel sorry for this guy.. i found this funny in the weirdest way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114366114329270840?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114366114329270840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114366114329270840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114366114329270840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114366114329270840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-3am-now-and-entertainment-from-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114337206688404237</id><published>2006-03-26T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:29:46.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i was about to enrol in my course. I went to the website keyed in the enrolment key &amp; i was expecting to accept one course alone not having to decline and accept all at once. And it struck me, what if i accepted the wrong course by accident? i stared at the comp for 5 mins thinking whether the choice was a choice i was gonna regret. And then, i selected! Proceeded to the next page and it said to prepare parents'/sibling's particulars and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i turned around to ask my mom "what is daddy's occupation?" and she replied "i don't know." HAHAH. seriously i was like wtf. I would think that 25 years of marriage, at least they would know each others' occupations. I bet if i asked my dad the same question he would just say "she works in an office", that was what he told me a few months back. But that's all he knows. They amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i didn't enrol in because my mom didn't know my dad's occupation &amp;amp; my dad happily ignored my phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, i didn't know we, Asians, were stereotyped as short (most of them at least). I can't really argue on that cos' I &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; short! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114337206688404237?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114337206688404237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114337206688404237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114337206688404237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114337206688404237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-i-was-about-to-enrol-in-my-course.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114235428735295930</id><published>2006-03-15T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T00:38:07.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cousin never fails to amuse me about her island life. She stalked a giant centipede and by doing so, it provoked the centipede &amp; it turned around and leaped at her. Soon after, it was chasing after her as she backed away. Oh my god, centipedes &lt;strong&gt;leap&lt;/strong&gt;?! I never knew it could do that! Hahhahaha. Christmas Island is dangerous. I almost walked into a spider web with a huge spider like 726572865 times when we went trekking in the forest. I love the island though, i'm planning to retire there if the gov does not destroy it any time soon/later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a gathering today to celebrate my other cousin's wedding. There were like 20+ people cramped in my house. The weather wasn't helping much either, we were like baking in the house. But everything turned out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should start painting now seeing that tomorrow is already wednesday. I'm gonna re-do parts of my man. Painting painting painting..... the joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114235428735295930?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114235428735295930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114235428735295930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114235428735295930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114235428735295930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-cousin-never-fails-to-amuse-me.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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-23749948.post-114235158050863670</id><published>2006-03-14T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:53:00.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is alive! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im gonna put in a new template to spruce it up a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23749948-114235158050863670?l=decipher-this.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/feeds/114235158050863670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23749948&amp;postID=114235158050863670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114235158050863670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23749948/posts/default/114235158050863670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decipher-this.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-blog-is-alive-im-gonna-put-in-new.html' title=''/><author><name>denise_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428866896149589782</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>
