<?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-12226192</id><updated>2011-10-16T23:25:31.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Status Report</title><subtitle type='html'>Joycelyn.
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Awesome.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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>341</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-2339024864408117663</id><published>2010-11-22T11:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T20:51:38.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I can feel the new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been so long since I've felt the cycle of a year coming to an end and the coming birth of the new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I've entered poly, the semester systems made me have Christmas and New Years pass by just like another public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my system is back to the normal year to year basis, it's more cheery to have Christmas marking the end of the year, and New Years signifying the start of the new one. What the celebrations are partly about, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the class deployment for year 2011 is already out. And I found out that I wasn't allocated to follow up with my classes. In fact, I'm not allocated to take up any fixed class. But more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm feeling rather sad. After all, most of the kids expected me to follow em up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went for my student's bbq party (Yes, this is what my social calendar is like now), all of e kids there (and parents) were just speaking on topics assuming I was taking them next year. The kids were even banking on me becoming their form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...... I feel so sad. The attachment is already there. And I've only taught them for half a year. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I approached the VPs to question on the lack of classes being given to me. Apparently it was cos I might be leaving for NIE so I shouldnt be given a fixed class to handle. But the course is like in June/July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means. Day-to-day relief for 6 freaking monthsssss?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. It gives me the lack of purpose for school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first came in and was given day-to day relief. It made me start to question my decision on the route of life that I'm taking. I spent my whole June holiday wrecked on whether I should quit teaching. And that was how bad day-to-day relief affected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that was when I was new. But still! I still dread going for relief classes when they are occasionally given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for a good solid relief class to take care of. Meaning I'm relying and hoping for those teachers going on maternity leave. Then, just nice! Go for my NIE without leaving any students in the lurch when their actual teachers come back!&lt;br /&gt;Perfect plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to start gathering the due dates of all the pregnant teachers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-2339024864408117663?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2339024864408117663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=2339024864408117663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2339024864408117663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2339024864408117663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2010/11/finally-i-can-feel-new-year.html' title='Finally I can feel the new year'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-5354301210048716739</id><published>2010-11-15T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:00:18.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's all. Period.</title><content type='html'>So after all these years past my puberty, I think I'm finally starting to understand the characteristics of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some months I have cramps and I have them awfully bad. And some months my cramps are non-existent but they traded in for really bad mood swings instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either one or the other. In either which I get into not a very pleasant mood because in one, I'm in pain, and the other, I'm just not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the plus side of having the mood swings over having cramps is that mood SWINGS mean going low will go back high again. Going high doesn't really last though cos I get confused on why I am suddenly so okay and happy about things and I dont like being fickle and so I go down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tiring emotional roller coaster we go through every month. And it's not as if we enjoy it. So damn all those people who reckon the female species just using menstruation as a valid excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all gonna have to tolerate it all in the name of reproduction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-5354301210048716739?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5354301210048716739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=5354301210048716739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5354301210048716739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5354301210048716739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2010/11/thats-all-period.html' title='That&apos;s all. Period.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-297278446185477470</id><published>2010-11-07T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:38:02.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/TNa5jJPikfI/AAAAAAAABGU/5pByCK8A54o/s1600/P9290008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/TNa5jJPikfI/AAAAAAAABGU/5pByCK8A54o/s400/P9290008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536816805326262770" border="4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Marriage is when a couple falls so out of love, but have no choice but fall back in again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my mum cooked dinner cos my bro had an evening flight and she wanted him to have sth before he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I started going out with Markong, my weekends hasn't been exactly filled with her. I guess she's been letting it go slowly and steadily, but lately starting to really feel that more of the family are leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tonight was the only time my mum cooked, and no one sat down to have dinner with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so awfully sad, but I'd like to gather that in my defense, I totally didn't know she was gonna be alone. And I offered to rush home if I knew that she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that my dad was most likely to come back for dinner, considering he's always nagging at her to get cooking rather than eat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the main point of the entire story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't. Come home to eat, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No call, no nothing despite my mum notifying him about the homecooked meal at about 4 in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally made a call back at an outrageous time of 9pm, asking if my bro was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum, excreting her anger blatantly but carefully, said, "He went out for an evening flight what. That's why i cooked and early dinner. The one I smsed you about. Why are you still not home yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reply that probably would've felt like a slap in the face,&lt;br /&gt;"I ate already. You can keep the food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, my mum calmly put down the phone, then announced to me: "You see lah, the kind of man your father is. This is just the kind of man he is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that this is definitely not the worst situation that's happened. My dad is the epitome of male chauvinism and insensitivity. He's the egotistical, macho man a.k.a. man of household, king of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all through the years, I must say I have grown an utmost respect for my mum's submission to his authority, tolerance, patience and commitment. I think this is a point I will definitely always look at whenever I think of my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, because of how few sorries my dad ever delivers, when he does, you can be well assured that it's the most sincere sorry you're ever gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is one of the most honest, pure, and sincere men you'd meet. And that was one of the points that my mum will coyly admit when she lists down her reasons as to why she chose him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, I won't say they're a match made in heaven, but I'm gonna have to say they made it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I've checked, marriage is not even about love anymore but about the commitment to one another. I love it. The fact that the relationship for the rest of your life will not depend solely on human emotions, cos emotions are such scary things. But by the fact that you'll always have this person next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, enter marriage jokes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the last time I've also checked, although I never aimed to have the perfect guy to complete the match, God happened to let me chance upon him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-297278446185477470?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/297278446185477470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=297278446185477470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/297278446185477470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/297278446185477470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-go-to-bed-mad-stay-up-and-fight.html' title='Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/TNa5jJPikfI/AAAAAAAABGU/5pByCK8A54o/s72-c/P9290008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-2963920544471208171</id><published>2010-11-05T07:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:10:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B..B...B...B...Bbbbb</title><content type='html'>BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA BUBBLE TEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BUBBLE TEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's into the KOI craze and I have to admit i somehow rekindled my addiction to bubble tea vaguely because of the craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my reason was other than the lame excuses of 'Oh, the tea is so much more authentic and FRESHLY BREWED'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hearing so much of that phrase when it came to reviews on Koi. Since when did Singaporeans become such tea critics to really taste the difference of FRESHLY BREWED tea. Reviews that state that phrase and expect it to be the most convincing point of the advertisement totally loses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I can hardly tell the difference between iced tea from a can and teh ping from the coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really intrigues me about Koi is the variety and play around Milk Tea as opposed to Fruit flavour - Type of tea - Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually from $1 Bubble Tea shops I'd settle for flavour red teas as opposed to milk teas cos I find fruit with milk is just plain odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon used to take some apple milk tea thing and I'd scoff at her for carrying out such a queer order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, back to Koi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What annoyed me about Koi is. Well, besides the fact that once you're part of it, you're part of the craze and I hate becoming part of a mass group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It serves the really small pearls which ninjas down your throat with you being totally oblivious to it entering your mouth together with your drink and you feel it only when it forces its way down the entrance of your throat and you choke and want them all to just melt together and form a proper bigass pearl instead so you at least can chew and know when it's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i abhor the mini pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, long story aside, this brings me to the point of the Bubble Tea shop i'm supporting and am praying it won't get too popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/TNNJGyewb3I/AAAAAAAABF8/AOTt2mUgek4/s1600/13068_216459176432_648611432_3624146_7490312_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/TNNJGyewb3I/AAAAAAAABF8/AOTt2mUgek4/s320/13068_216459176432_648611432_3624146_7490312_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535848747947290482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be the copycat of Koi, but THEY SERVE BIG PEARLS and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;Their pearls are also sweet and chewy of good texture so terribly yummy goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes their tea is also FRESHLY BREWED. (i'm sorry I will always caps this phrase for sarcastic emphasis.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've checked out reviews of Q Essential but it seems like it's a rather new outlet. By the way, it's situated in my great homeland Bedok Interchange, right behind KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the reviews were good ones but there seems to be this Dennis guy, who I think is actually under the Koi company, who would comment on every review saying how this is a cheap imitation of Koi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/TNNLB7wNNOI/AAAAAAAABGM/4zoQbuBLt6E/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/TNNLB7wNNOI/AAAAAAAABGM/4zoQbuBLt6E/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535850863560307938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/TNNLBnpuVSI/AAAAAAAABGE/YC9dpmIqHfY/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/TNNLBnpuVSI/AAAAAAAABGE/YC9dpmIqHfY/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535850858164409634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you googled Q Essential like I did, I doubt you'd be chancing on the many different reviews on just one brand of bubble tea. Who knows. Maybe he did sweet talk and others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still think Koi hired him as a Bubble Tea Spy: Eliminate the competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cool job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-2963920544471208171?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2963920544471208171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=2963920544471208171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2963920544471208171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2963920544471208171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2010/11/bbbbbbbbb.html' title='B..B...B...B...Bbbbb'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/TNNJGyewb3I/AAAAAAAABF8/AOTt2mUgek4/s72-c/13068_216459176432_648611432_3624146_7490312_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-6176921849618239136</id><published>2010-11-02T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:05:21.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God-Shaped Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wd12zq5Tos/Sc6YsC9SWEI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/vh1xAVWNGaA/s400/God+shaped+hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wd12zq5Tos/Sc6YsC9SWEI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/vh1xAVWNGaA/s400/God+shaped+hole.jpg" alt="" border="4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If your intentions are pure, I'm seeking a friend for the end of the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly for the end of the world. But for the least, the end of our world. The end of our physical lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times where I break out into panic attacks where I think I will grow old alone. When you feel you just aren't close to anyone anymore and that you're a mere acquaintance to those you think you are close to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at your funeral, those who step up to give their eulogies are these people who feel that they should. And their eulogies will consist of recollections from a time far far away where there used to be something in the relationship before it just broke down into a calm deteriorating road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember we used to....." instead of "Just the other day....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What morbid thoughts I bear. But hey, this is something at the back of your mind too, isn't it? The reason we make an effort everyday is to mark a spot in the lives of as many as we can. So that we feel a purpose. And if all goes well, it's all so that we can feel needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day my colleague was just mentioning how she'll die all alone. As depressing as the topic seemed, she delivered it rather lightly. She's a rather optimistic lady, soon approaching the fifties (...sixties?) I think, independent, God-fearing, overall a woman who has embraced singlehood in pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess even if you were so full of such character, you will want someone to have to take care of you. And this was when she brought up adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To care and be taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the basis of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so melodramatic, this subject of life and death and love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's been awhile since I got to think about things like that.&lt;br /&gt;And even as I know God is always my Great Provider, I'd like physical company when I'm old and dying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please God, let me die before my hubby does. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, this book is quite an effortless, enjoyable read.&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave up on romantic novels after how i felt authors were just doing the same thing over and over and no new charming content ever came up anymore. I refuse to pick pretty, girly covers that usually shields plain narratives of mundane typical love stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this, this is such a simple narrative and just entertaining enough to bring you page after page. Nothing impressive, but smooth and quick. Stories that take 3 chapters to unfold does nothing less than annoy the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple relationship between a girl and a guy, no extreme drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy is awfully witty and romantic. The sensitive writer/artsy kinda guy. Such a good character to fantasize about, and yet, know that if a guy like this appeared to me in real life, I would totally not go for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess guys like these are just nice to read about and not really have present in my life as a boyfriend. For me anyway. I imagine there's definitely more to it then what's written of his character in the book. Surely he will cry more than I ever will in the relationship. He will also blow arguments out of proportion because i 'hurt his feelings'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Just speculating. But I'm too man of a girl to tolerate a guy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I don't have to know. Since I've got the boyfriend I'm most satisfied with anyway.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God, please don't forget the small, sweet request I mentioned to you earlier in this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-6176921849618239136?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6176921849618239136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=6176921849618239136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6176921849618239136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6176921849618239136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-shaped-hole.html' title='God-Shaped Hole'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wd12zq5Tos/Sc6YsC9SWEI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/vh1xAVWNGaA/s72-c/God+shaped+hole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-8599119217849201027</id><published>2010-11-02T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:26:40.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to come back</title><content type='html'>I guess it's the bottled up feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that you realise you horde because there really isn't someone appropriate to tell anymore. Because there isn't enough excitement about your news. Because you know that it's just life and life goes on anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read back on my old secondary school posts and wonder how i actually mustered enough right to believe people were going to want to indulge in my daily passings on life. How blogging actually gave me the confidence of a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just gets harder as you get older. And you start to know. That people are not really caring and that people around you are actually just stone cold. And airing your thoughts out in public would just place yourself in vulnerability of hardened hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, all these, and yet I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here cos I can't keep out of writing. I'm feeling so out of it ever since I joined the teaching career and have exited all means of mass communication. Occasionally I satiate myself with good fiction but feel empty out of not filling out my own story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an oppressive entry to make a comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess it's all this formal writing english i have all jailed up. Fear not, I shall only set bail for this entry only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i'm back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-8599119217849201027?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8599119217849201027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=8599119217849201027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8599119217849201027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8599119217849201027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-to-come-back.html' title='Time to come back'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-6259910191511961005</id><published>2010-03-02T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:01:47.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>together forever</title><content type='html'>Hahaha i'm not even gonna act like this blog has been dead for eons.&lt;br /&gt;Not like anyone reads anyway. Haha hello myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just saw this recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/S4x-jNtPY5I/AAAAAAAABFs/Npbm6-chdh0/s1600-h/attach.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443865193024021394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/S4x-jNtPY5I/AAAAAAAABFs/Npbm6-chdh0/s400/attach.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously his status is changed too.&lt;br /&gt;I guess when i saw it i was kinda stunned... angry? But I'm not the least bit bitter or remorseful or something. Think that says alot cos it really shows that i'm okay with him getting on with his life and me not being a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also when i try to recollect my feelings for him, it's like difficult to dig up and see why and how i felt so much for this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i should explain my anger.&lt;br /&gt;My infuriation actually comes from abit of envy of this girl. She clubs, smokes, she was attached to this guy who i heard treats her very well. And there was my ex head over heels for her. And she told him she liked him too. While she was with her bf.&lt;br /&gt;What did she do to deserve all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, my judgment is superficial. But have some compassion, i speak from the ex gf point of view (I also know that i initiated the break up, yes yes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, i'm also pissed that my ex is getting what he wants. I first thought it was all a hopeless cause when he told me about her: smoker, clubber, bf. But well, apparently there are no boundaries for love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And posting all these on facebook when she just broke up. Isn't it all too harsh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it. I don't think it's from an ex gf point of view. I think if she was just someone I heard about I would have probably formed a negative impression of her. Won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess that's where my anger is coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess the thing that got me to write about all of this... is that this is all not my problem and i'm absolutely fine with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking over and over the whole of yesterday how i would probably want to make this my problem. Just two months ago I probably would've wailed or cried and be pathetic in front of my ex saying how i still think about him all e time... blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, nothing. It's like this guy almost has/had nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it feels great :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-6259910191511961005?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6259910191511961005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=6259910191511961005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6259910191511961005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6259910191511961005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2010/03/together-forever.html' title='together forever'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/S4x-jNtPY5I/AAAAAAAABFs/Npbm6-chdh0/s72-c/attach.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-9119842815671879302</id><published>2009-11-16T14:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:35:08.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooming onions</title><content type='html'>Such a slack and slow day at work this morning since i've finished most of my work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels nice though. Knowing it is a Monday and I dont have to do anything I'm unprepared for. The last two weeks started as hell as I came with overbearing Monday blues, having to write stories from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a posh haircut on a Saturday. Here was my mummy's msg in the morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's go pamper ourselves this evening. I'll try to book a good stylist&lt;br /&gt;either in tamp or parkway for both of us to look prettier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I thought of trimming my hair by myself actually, so i wasn't thinking of anything extravagant. After all, if it was gonna be a trim who could tell right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I went for it anyway and got a Creative Director cut. Sounds quite cool right.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite an experience cos I came in and he sat me down and went, "Actually when you stepped in and I saw you, I had this hairstyle in mind for you already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean, it's quite a girly daydream to have someone depict an entire makeover for you and totally change you right. haha I've always wanted to experience that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he went all over the salon to search for a magazine that showed the hairstyle he had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a short-haired curly style... which i suppose is not bad... never really thought of it for me but I mean, who dares argue with the Creative Director right haha. It's nice in a korean cute girl kinda way I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well it also required perming which will cost $259 and also 3 hours of sitting there when I was there at 7 plus pm and the place closed at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he was asking me not to waste my money and just come another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it IS an additional $200 and my mum was rather insistent on getting a haircut there and then immediately cos apparently my hair is a raving disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... the conclusion to the whole story comes to me looking pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha what a total waste of your reading time. PLEASE STILL READ MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's even worse if I told you that in person. Now all you have to do when I start a sentence leading to my story is say that you've read my blog and I shall spare you.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a simple yet viable excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didnt tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg did I say how much of a demi lovato fan i'm becoming.&lt;br /&gt;Sonny With a Chance is actually a sitcom filled with witty lines and fantastic acting. I shall defend it with all my pride!&lt;br /&gt;This was one of her songs that finally got me to openly admit I'm a fan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/singlev23.swf" flashvars="configURL=http://www.mp3-codes.com/new/cache/singles/207534.xml" allowfullscreen="false" width="305" height="108" scale="noscale" align="top" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-9119842815671879302?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/9119842815671879302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=9119842815671879302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/9119842815671879302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/9119842815671879302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/11/blooming-onions.html' title='Blooming onions'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-5280239840640417090</id><published>2009-11-12T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:27:15.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's changing</title><content type='html'>Hi I haven't died and I know you've missed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I speak as if there are annonymous people stalking me on this blog when in fact, one, this is a closed blog, two, even if it was opened there are only the one...two... three of you reading. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm losing the phase of blogging. As life becomes more fulfilling I feel less bothered about having to entertain the imaginary fans who read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it could also be the fact that because my blog is locked and my comp forgot my password, i have been too lazy to type my username and password for the past month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in an attempt to try reviving this dead and solemn place. I remember wanting to refill the posts so much so that it'll push down all the emo-ness. My blog used to be quite fun... well some posts anyway. Now it's all boring and detailed and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda how like this one is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm in a weird place now. Where I can actually feel myself changing, whether it's obvious to people around me or not. I know I'm changing, and I'm acknowledging the change, accepting it, and slowly beginning to understand who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess whoever I'm made out to be, I trust that God is sculpting the right person He wants me to be. And I feel so loved that he bothers with every single detail of my characteristic and personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could've stopped moulding me when I was in secondary school and I wouldve stayed that rotten kid forever. But He would never forsake me nor leave me and until this day He's changing my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's changing me into someone who could be loved, and more importantly, someone I'm learning to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming and I haven't felt so much for this festive season for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The childlike cheer is coming back now. Even though all I get for the season is two miserable public holidays. In fact I think 24th is just a half day off right. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Big Christmas Giveaway people! Hahahaha your truly will be performing so come see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-5280239840640417090?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5280239840640417090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=5280239840640417090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5280239840640417090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5280239840640417090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyones-changing.html' title='Everyone&apos;s changing'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-48564982560115871</id><published>2009-10-14T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:30:41.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>This week was like whoa.&lt;br /&gt;It's only wednesday but it feels like the week's ending already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way much better from the last post you've been reading.&lt;br /&gt;I've accepted things and also know that God is preparing someone good for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's just puts alot of things into comparison when you realise you actually can have it. Okay this sentence sounds abit weird. Just ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work started off on a bad note on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;But i shall give thanks IN everything because He will pull me through. 1 Thess 5:18 :)&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, tuesday was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues were all behind me and understanding my situation while the boss was also open to listen. Everything's well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also finally met up with Sharon and Yantong ever since we started internship which ended off the hard day on a good note. Next time I shall bring money when we go shopping HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although things have boiled down to less work to do, I've been keeping myself busy abit. I don't know why and how but I've somehow been very blessed with how time passes by nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Also gotten closer to a colleague I used to feel really intimidated by which kind of breaks down some walls and creates a comfortable environment. Only God can perform such a miracle like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses are now up on the walls of my cubicle to provide me strength as I pass through each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a boring post but it's just to say that God has been faithful and I definitely feel much better compared to the last post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIctures soon? Maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-48564982560115871?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/48564982560115871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=48564982560115871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/48564982560115871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/48564982560115871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/10/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-6886562925401759713</id><published>2009-10-05T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:05:48.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache</title><content type='html'>So I met him on Saturday, to return him the big puzzle I had framed on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;It's technically his, which i figured might mean more to him years from now if we both moved on and I wanted to clear the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for lunch, i went for worship prac after, had an hr to kill before going to work so i met him again before he met edwin, henry and kester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all nice and normal and... like how we used to be, minus the hand holding and the playful hitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for this rant and whining that's coming up. But I've been down because of this (and pms) for the whole day I really just need to let it all out even if it doesnt make sense because I really dont know what sense it all makes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes and now i'm left all more confused than ever. Not that i'm planning to make a move of reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;But there's this great burden in my heart. I think mainly cos it felt like he probably still had feelings for me too? Or maybe not. But it was the nice comfortable feeling between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing else to really describe how I feel except confusion.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this, but since my blog is all private now I guess it won't be of great offense that I feel this is my first real break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cliche when you hear people speaking of the battle between the heart and the mind but it's so true and it's so strenuous and tiring when it happens to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that we broke up so sensibly. Out of sensible reasons.&lt;br /&gt;That he's not christian, that it'll not be good in the long run of marriage, that i'm only his first gf, that we have diff priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're so good together.&lt;br /&gt;And although it's one against a thousand reasons, it makes so much sense. And it's so beautiful when I think about it. We're so different in so many ways but together alone we're so so good together. It's so comfortable it's pleasing and peaceful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is what I'm feeling because I'm just used to him?&lt;br /&gt;Because I miss him?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something I just have to get over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it so unexplainable because this is what love is all about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-6886562925401759713?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6886562925401759713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=6886562925401759713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6886562925401759713'/><link rel='self' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-1877069974755614934</id><published>2009-09-28T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:13:24.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO WORK WHERE ARE YOU?</title><content type='html'>hello guess where i am now!&lt;br /&gt;at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i'm doing now!&lt;br /&gt;blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess how i'm feeling now!&lt;br /&gt;bored and lonely and in need of some lovin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i'd rather do now!&lt;br /&gt;go out with my non-existant boyfriend which i wish existed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i'm trying to do now!&lt;br /&gt;acting busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess how i'm attempting to do that!&lt;br /&gt;drinking bottles of water so that i could spend time walking to the toilet to pee,&lt;br /&gt;picking up the phone to randomly listen to the dial tone,&lt;br /&gt;take out post its nd then re-stick them into its original notepad form,&lt;br /&gt;rearranging my stack of paper according to subject, company or alphabetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess how long manage to waste typing this post!&lt;br /&gt;5 fricking minutes and theres still 1h 45mins to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-1877069974755614934?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/1877069974755614934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=1877069974755614934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/1877069974755614934'/><link rel='self' 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the first day, things weren't going so well.&lt;br /&gt;I was so stressed up about what to wear that i forgot to bring a pen, a notebook and cash.&lt;br /&gt;Had only $4 for the day, which (thank God) I managed to pull off for lunch (chicken rice was freaking 3.60 though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, first day was pretty much nothing. I was just sitting there... waiting for quotations i asked for... cut out magazines... read up on the event.&lt;br /&gt;Wha after lunch was torture cos I just sat there with nothing to do, filled up from lunch, and you know what happens when you're all full and bored.&lt;br /&gt;I yawned like a hundred times i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started quarreling with him online over a damn stupid thing that he blew way out of proportion.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when guys turn it all against you saying you were the one who made things worse when seriously they're the ones not letting go of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Today second day at work was quite good. People were getting friendlier.&lt;br /&gt;This girl Dawn looks super young, she's super pretty but she's 28 years old la.&lt;br /&gt;And super achiever. She was a teacher, then journalist and editor for something, then freelance writer, and now helping out in our PR firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I told her she looks super young and she went "omg thanks, you know I just broke up with my boyfriend and I'm still recovering so thank you for your kind words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha i was quite shocked at her openness hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes all of them are nice people. good people.&lt;br /&gt;And I heard from them that the boss is damn good also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank God really for his provision and blessing that I have come here!!&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really through Him that I've gotten this amazing grace to stumble upon this place. I really mean stumble, since there was so much complication in between regarding my internship.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-2745400822974083591?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2745400822974083591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=2745400822974083591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2745400822974083591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2745400822974083591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/09/heres-to-internship.html' title='Here&apos;s to internship'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-6222479514165093214</id><published>2009-09-19T13:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:41:18.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREENSHOTS to break the mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Taken from College Humor.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"4 awkward moments in Facebook"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't think many people will like mine leh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SrRrnR2MoWI/AAAAAAAABE8/Nt2hymgiUMY/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SrRrnR2MoWI/AAAAAAAABE8/Nt2hymgiUMY/s400/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383045777164378466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) This is damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SrRroEYLePI/AAAAAAAABFM/OnQ5GdT_JPU/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SrRroEYLePI/AAAAAAAABFM/OnQ5GdT_JPU/s400/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383045790728681714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Hahaha can't imagine me doing this... or maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SrRrnix4Q5I/AAAAAAAABFE/iESKRJry6b0/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SrRrnix4Q5I/AAAAAAAABFE/iESKRJry6b0/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383045781709669266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SrRroaNiJOI/AAAAAAAABFU/jbwcdGjFhpA/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SrRroaNiJOI/AAAAAAAABFU/jbwcdGjFhpA/s400/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383045796589610210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Funniest comment I saw on a YouTube video talking about Patrick Swayze's passing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SrRrm1Np0EI/AAAAAAAABE0/883qt-aBD5U/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 38px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SrRrm1Np0EI/AAAAAAAABE0/883qt-aBD5U/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383045769478131778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-6222479514165093214?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6222479514165093214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=6222479514165093214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6222479514165093214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6222479514165093214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/09/screenshots-to-break-mood.html' title='SCREENSHOTS to break the mood'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SrRrnR2MoWI/AAAAAAAABE8/Nt2hymgiUMY/s72-c/Picture+8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-3754234628136448260</id><published>2009-09-15T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:44:16.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you</title><content type='html'>this is what i feared most about the holiday: thinking more about him rather than letting it be a getaway trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda knew this would happen, after all it was just me and my mum.&lt;br /&gt;And the thing I like best about going away is coming back and receiving messages, knowing someone misses you. I tried so hard to dismiss thoughts about him, the relationship, how we were good tgt, but thinking about how he did me wrong just didn't matter. I really feel so much for him its disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is, as much as I want to make up and get back together with him, I know we cannot be together? There's so much to think about, especially when I'm the kind of person who constantly prepares only for marriage and not just 'dating'. I'm quite freaky in that way. But God creates your other half for a reason so I dont really believe in flings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mum went around hk with my dad's friends, Uncle Jason and Aunty Set Yi. And something she said struck me, kinda comforted me for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;"When it comes to marriage, it's not about love anymore. It's about commitment. Sooner of later the spark will just fade off. But to stay together forever, you need the commitment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think my problem is that I feel he's not the best God has prepared for me? I don't mean the best in a resume how-much-he-earns sense, but like. Just for me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I suit a fat, ugly, stupid guy. hahaha I hope not, please God. But whatever Your will la huh. (Silently still pleads)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, hk was painful like that. The expectations on the way back (did he call, did he miss me,) ended all painful like that. Returning from hk was painful like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butttt now that i'm baaaack. I'll deal with it la.&lt;br /&gt;And i apologise for being emo about this again. needed to air it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much shopping so i didn't manage to get souvenirs! I APOLOGISE! Typhoon season la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-3754234628136448260?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/3754234628136448260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=3754234628136448260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3754234628136448260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3754234628136448260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-you.html' title='missing you'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-7952587584480062935</id><published>2009-09-10T14:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:46:33.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>g-rossss</title><content type='html'>I honestly feel so disgusted with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glued to my bed and the computer and I just slowly watch time pass.&lt;br /&gt;I'm restless and achy all over but I don't do anything. Part of me actually enjoys the rotting process as I decompose lifeless on the same spot 5 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, scratch that, apart from me getting up to wash up, I have been on the bed since 12am last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to relief my restlessness and boredom, I pulled out the suitcase to begin packing.&lt;br /&gt;It is now in a standing up position, the same position I left it after bringing it in, still zipped, and here I am back at the computer typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;Lazing has such a love/hate relationship going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast to common people and their excitement with holidays, I tend to dread them. Mainly cos it's usually just with family. I hardly travel with the friends. And then it makes me feel like I'm missing out on things happening with them, u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i must admit, I'm quite psyched for this one la. It's a getaway for good release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, my hype is not so much on reach Hong Kong, but the airport. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;There's just this thing about the airport which provides this air of adventure (?) something new, something intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's these evidences of traveling that's making me more hype than the destination itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay I just thought of another thing that made my heart race for a second. And what else but the food in Hongkong. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna come back twice the size people. WHoosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My mummy has officially granted me the permission to get a boyfriend (Not that she was oblivious of the two before) but yes. And now that she's so open about it she's commenting about every guy I mention.&lt;br /&gt;Talked about Eugene the other day and she was like, "Paul Tan's son? ohh good parents, very nice family to marry into..."&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she comments about marriage plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-7952587584480062935?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7952587584480062935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=7952587584480062935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7952587584480062935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7952587584480062935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/09/g-rossss.html' title='g-rossss'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-302746332998888295</id><published>2009-09-09T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:35:31.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>Finally managed to stream the entire movie and watch it all.&lt;br /&gt;Very cliched but a big hope giver for all gushy girls with the beliefs of fate and destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things happen for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm all good and fine now from my last dramatic post.&lt;br /&gt;Just resuming back to my original life before it all happened, thinking that nothing has changed much really.&lt;br /&gt;After all, we have broken up. So that's that.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not usually this dramatic with my situations. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Just to put that clearly across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like being on my fluctuating moods.&lt;br /&gt;As one sermon talked about Jesus and the waves in Mark 6, sometimes I feel that I am in fact very affected by the wind that my moods go like the waves.&lt;br /&gt;But of course with every storm, God reigns supreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mark 4:35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus calms the storms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus always calms the storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been well busy that past week, even my bro was trying his best to bring me out and keep me occupied. Met Sharon and Yantong quite abit last week, Berd and Syl, Alicia's birthday, Justin Wilson Jim Hanrong, Church.&lt;br /&gt;Surprising smses like from Joanne just to check up on me which was really nice :)&lt;br /&gt;I've grown quite appreciative of the things around me that I haven't actually been very attentive to when I had a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going HK for the weekend. Anyone wants stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Like Chinese Sausages... Peking Duck... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay shopping spreeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-302746332998888295?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/302746332998888295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=302746332998888295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/302746332998888295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/302746332998888295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/09/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-7510905736726315664</id><published>2009-08-14T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:09:37.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDDING WEDDING</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/we-got-married/episode-16/part-4/"&gt;http://www.mysoju.com/we-got-married/episode-16/part-4/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg this is a link to one portion of episode 16, We Got Married.&lt;br /&gt;It's a korean kinda reality show that pairs celebrity up in couples and make them live with each other and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;In this episode 3 of the couples are celebrating their 100th day together and then taking wedding shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first couple you see in the video is not the impt part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the second couple when they go into the wedding shop. This couple constantly fights with each other and they're both quite childish la.&lt;br /&gt;But this scene is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;It's the typical guy waits for girl to reveal herself after she tries on the gown, but it's really ultimately sweet la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was saying how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it wasn't a matter of how beautiful she was&lt;/span&gt; that made him so stunned, it was the thought that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she had finally decided to come to him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that was a really romantic statement to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh gave me goosebumps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-7510905736726315664?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7510905736726315664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=7510905736726315664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7510905736726315664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7510905736726315664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-wedding.html' title='WEDDING WEDDING'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-1395497087958812719</id><published>2009-08-10T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:31:39.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday holiday</title><content type='html'>Parents out of town and school's kinda non existent this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been missing a few meals here and there, which I then decide to make up for, indulging in large amounts after for the next meal. That is really not helping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes but I'll keep to the word that I've been telling the world and that is to start exercising the moment holiday comes. And although I can clearly state the excuse of the holidays not being here yet, this is obviously free time at hand that I shall not waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I shall start my lose weight regime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just uploaded a whole chunk of photos into my mac so I realised I have loads of pictures i owe. All e way from Sharon's birthday heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no worries for I shall make up for the recent boring posts about pretty much nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we heard some proposal stories after a friend just got proposed to. I really don't need anything elaborate. Just the element of surprise and romance will do. Ultimately I'll be marrying him anyway, if he's the one.&lt;br /&gt;Note to whomever he may be or any guy reading this for that matter: It's always a nice gesture to ask the parents first before getting the whole proposal thing going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-1395497087958812719?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/1395497087958812719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=1395497087958812719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/1395497087958812719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/1395497087958812719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/08/holiday-holiday.html' title='Holiday holiday'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-8701739270944095493</id><published>2009-08-06T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:40:54.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna be all over soon</title><content type='html'>I started to feel all light headed after Sports Journ presentation ended.&lt;br /&gt;Now that MASINA's final presentation is today, CSC's video presentation on Friday, I think I'll be already in a holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially after CHEQUE COLLECTION ON FRIDAY whoosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I'm starting to slack a lot I'm quite ashamed of it. I actually start waking up before class and contemplate if the class can pon anot.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I would just drag myself out of bed no matter how much i dreaded it.&lt;br /&gt;Now, its: let's see... what did he say he was doing today... nothing? Okay goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also failing at my morning rush at work.Which used to be my forte.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just snooze and snooze till it's time for me to really panic and get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's coming to the end of the semester and I'll soon be out of here to internship! So heck all the bad impression I'm starting to build before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, debarment list is already out! Muahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-8701739270944095493?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8701739270944095493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=8701739270944095493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8701739270944095493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8701739270944095493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-gonna-be-all-over-soon.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be all over soon'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-9077755931318138739</id><published>2009-08-05T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:29:41.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This should be the guy you scout for!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfHCnOXmRJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfHCnOXmRJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg *swooooooooons*&lt;br /&gt;Wah Jihoo Jihoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;I admit I'm taking my celebrity infatuation a tad bit overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe dancing gives some plus points...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-9077755931318138739?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/9077755931318138739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=9077755931318138739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/9077755931318138739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/9077755931318138739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-should-be-guy-you-scout-for.html' title='This should be the guy you scout for!'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-2331205361309854901</id><published>2009-08-03T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:58:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The right side of the brain</title><content type='html'>So, since I've been wanting new clothes but not getting any money to go shopping, i have decided to go back to my sewing hype.&lt;br /&gt;Except that today I'm too lazy to take out the machine so I just cut up fabric from the old clothes first.&lt;br /&gt;And did some seams here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand! I have now a new top for layering, a tube top/bandage skirt, and an overcoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really special since I didnt really like patch up fabrics here and there, just did a different design of the original.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess this is a form of therapy for me.&lt;br /&gt;Still getting 'new' clothes in a way, AND i'm recycling!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of them may come up, may not. You know how i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE ITS HOLIDAY ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-2331205361309854901?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2331205361309854901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=2331205361309854901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2331205361309854901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2331205361309854901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/08/right-side-of-brain.html' title='The right side of the brain'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-1625540758453903716</id><published>2009-08-03T10:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:30:24.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not doing this on facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're a guy- post this as my kind of girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're a girl- post it as my kind of boy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decent, acceptable. For the baby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Smart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My level of intelligence preferably haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 or 3 years older... cos that's what my mummy told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too tall if not I won't be able to kiss him easily, but not too short so that he can help me get stuff I can't reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needs. to. be. very. funny.&lt;br /&gt;But not really witty kinda funny cos it gets tiring to respond to that. I want a HAHA laugh out loud funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only on one ear, or eyebrow. But a clean look is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a given right. Although I must admit it'll be hard on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if I get to get my pink hair done first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. But spontaneously sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. hahaha i'm not racist but I just think I'll have less barriers in the relationship this way. I'm a boring, lazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short. Only short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like my boyfriend to be made of human thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. Why would I want a boyfriend that smells like he's decomposing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, very waste money if he really likes to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha yes, preferably literally boy next door too, so he can send me home and visit me 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit la. If not how is he gonna carry my 30 carat diamond ring next time when he wants to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. cos this is my thing and I'm not that fantastic at it and guys tend to pick things up damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tune will be fine. As long as he's not tone-deaf cos he'll have to duet with me at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Vain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, guys who are vain are disgusting. But he needs to know what is nice and what is not la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES Thick black frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. With braces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES. Hahaha I'll make the dentist leave them on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, must be friendly but reserved. Opens up to me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he rebel against me though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer, definitely. I dont mind a goofy dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Stunner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I don't really like competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA imagine me going out with like 50cent or Nelly. Gangsta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only studs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, who would ever want that. Unless I'm all up to compete with my whole line of history as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha OKAY. Our dates will be at the library HOW EXCITING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too often if not I'll get sick of it. Just spontaneously, or like for ocassions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Playful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not with other girls. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I get into my lit mode and analyze way too deep into the meanings. better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When either of us are in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means if he's on my same campus? Uhm anything, but I'm in my graduating year, meaning a whole lot of guys are all younger than I am so not very eligible already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. Painter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus point if he could do up murals on our house walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Religious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God-fearing, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha... thinking of someone now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not a 24/7 park in front of computer kinda guy, or like neglect me cos he has to meet his group of friends online for WOW. But he needs to come online quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah this would be very convenient for when we go on our 20-countries-around-the-world honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really see the difference so I'll choose BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Good kisser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No preference. But don't drool or what la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Loves children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite. But it's very important that he loves animals. Very very very important.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now, that you guys all know.&lt;br /&gt;Go help me scout pls k thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold auditions soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-1625540758453903716?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/1625540758453903716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=1625540758453903716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/1625540758453903716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/1625540758453903716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-doing-this-on-facebook.html' title='Not doing this on facebook'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-6969868232785680625</id><published>2009-07-30T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:53:11.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ji Hooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SnFewrPFUzI/AAAAAAAABEs/LP66hhfbuZ8/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 78px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SnFewrPFUzI/AAAAAAAABEs/LP66hhfbuZ8/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364172821507691314" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are fangirls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-6969868232785680625?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6969868232785680625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=6969868232785680625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6969868232785680625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6969868232785680625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/07/ji-hooooo.html' title='Ji Hooooo'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SnFewrPFUzI/AAAAAAAABEs/LP66hhfbuZ8/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-8528177972421525398</id><published>2009-07-27T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:01:25.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CENSORED</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="315" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?songID=V24CCEEGPD&amp;Autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?Autoplay=0&amp;songID=V24CCEEGPD" width="315" height="80"  scale="noscale" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First with Britney's If U Seek Amy, now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the vulgar songs becoming the nicer ones?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-8528177972421525398?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8528177972421525398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=8528177972421525398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8528177972421525398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8528177972421525398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/07/censored.html' title='CENSORED'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-6225588272139194779</id><published>2009-07-23T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:01:21.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY 2ND POST OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>Aaaaand it's another youtube video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDLEyekE-8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDLEyekE-8o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't help it. They're too fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Will it be funny if I did a cover like that for Majulah Singapura.? &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That laughter was for both majulah singapura, and me thinking about doing a cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-6225588272139194779?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6225588272139194779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=6225588272139194779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6225588272139194779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6225588272139194779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-2nd-post-of-day.html' title='SORRY 2ND POST OF THE DAY'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-7862383099750706308</id><published>2009-07-23T10:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:07:06.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEWIE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nF2o_G8jvLk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nF2o_G8jvLk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, love Family Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also Sharon's birthday so &lt;span style="font-size:140%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SmfTZXOGr0I/AAAAAAAABEc/gcB8vI6bXg0/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SmfTZXOGr0I/AAAAAAAABEc/gcB8vI6bXg0/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361486314091228994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very aged photo I found of us two. Romantic anot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-7862383099750706308?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7862383099750706308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=7862383099750706308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7862383099750706308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7862383099750706308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/07/stewie.html' title='STEWIE!!'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SmfTZXOGr0I/AAAAAAAABEc/gcB8vI6bXg0/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-8355691089590594059</id><published>2009-07-16T09:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:27:39.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarantine</title><content type='html'>In the occasion of me being rather sick and the sinus fit I was having yesterday (See, rain=bad!),&lt;br /&gt;I played this game that had fun facts of sneezes and how far it could infect (up to 5m apparently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friv.com/x/sneeze/game.html"&gt;http://www.friv.com/x/sneeze/game.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun in a gross way, but quite cute hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sharon I hope you're not sick! Hahahaha probably infected you yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter tonight with the family and my mummy is thinking of making us wear masks (my bro and sis are apparently down with stuff too).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-8355691089590594059?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8355691089590594059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=8355691089590594059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8355691089590594059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8355691089590594059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/07/quarantine.html' title='Quarantine'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-7638008173964255023</id><published>2009-07-12T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:41:07.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Weather</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling rather out of sorts these few days.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda know what it is, but because it's going nowhere + nothing eventful + pointless really, I can't really express it to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;But I've been in alot of awkward silences recently.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself having totally nothing to say, nothing to initiate conversation about.&lt;br /&gt;My short term memory has always been a disadvantage to me by forgetting significant, news-worthy stories to tell, but usually my daily events or use of sarcasm would probably cover for me.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's like I'm distancing from others ever so much that even they have nothing much to say to me.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm put in this situation where I can't be silent anymore. Not that I was always the silent one before. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was not really an emo post la.&lt;br /&gt;Just have this weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i might be................ growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-7638008173964255023?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7638008173964255023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=7638008173964255023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7638008173964255023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7638008173964255023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-of-weather.html' title='Under the Weather'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-3479748928122879914</id><published>2009-07-12T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:45:34.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna bandage my leg up to make people know that there's something wrong with my legs and I don't usually walk like a crab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-3479748928122879914?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/3479748928122879914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=3479748928122879914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3479748928122879914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3479748928122879914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/07/walk.html' title='Walk'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-6227894803010460985</id><published>2009-07-11T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:01:37.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MASSAGE ME</title><content type='html'>While Sit and Reach surprisingly turned out to passable, Inclined Pull Up turned out to be amazingly quite a forte, Shuttle Run and Sit Ups being the usual easier ones,&lt;br /&gt;DAMN STANDING BROAD JUMP REFUSES TO LET ME PASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the few cm...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cos of my 5428763136th time of determined try to pass, my muscles just felt like collapsing to die. Which made me just lose control over my 2.4 run. It is no freaking excuse. It hurts so bad it's seriously not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it gets worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up the next morning, that's how. I took more than freaking 5 mins to get out of bed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it gets more worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're sinus girl like me. All my friends know that I have to sneeze at least twice in a row in normal circumstances. During sinus period it's about 100x of that. And the muscles contract and expand every single crap time a sneeze comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may develop abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a late night horror movie with the AYG group yesterday was loads of fun even though its way past my sleeping time. I realise that after a series of yawns, it comes to a point which like my body thinks that it's the next day already or sth and I don't feel tired anymore. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;GO OUT AGAIN SOON COS I WANT MY LION.&lt;br /&gt;(I know you guys are reading this so no excuse.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I shall adjust back to my normal boring good girl bedtime :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-6227894803010460985?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6227894803010460985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=6227894803010460985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6227894803010460985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6227894803010460985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/07/massage-me.html' title='MASSAGE ME'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-2649636247323050664</id><published>2009-07-09T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:12:18.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN YOU NAPFA!</title><content type='html'>Ugh, three years of being a sloth and you're asking me to stretch and jump and run like it's within my capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh SOMEONE BAN STANDING BROAD JUMP AND SIT AND REACH PLEASE. I don't care about those who say stretching comes easily if you train, some people cheat and are perfectly born with that uncanny ability of elasticity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg so gonna paiseh myself lor. I hope tmr's grp is filled with everyone as bummed out and lazy like me, dreading every station.&lt;br /&gt;If I queue behind any perfect pretty bimbo with the gift of doing everything flawlessly, I'll just walk out and go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am going to bug my mummy to buy the house some kirei kirei. I think it's awesome that it dispenses foam that feels so incredibly soapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaand! I've discovered why my camera produces such noisy pictures and it's cos I itchy hand went to adjust the ISO to a super high one cos I thought the higher the better. Turns out the higher, the better it is under places with little light, but the more possiblity of your pictures being noisy cos my dumb digicam can't handle it (Can't handle then put that option for what.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently from an average ISO of about 400 (lower for better lit places), I changed it to a freakin 1600. Okay, I'm officially a camera noob for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-2649636247323050664?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2649636247323050664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=2649636247323050664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2649636247323050664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2649636247323050664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-you-napfa.html' title='DAMN YOU NAPFA!'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-6387315420375246823</id><published>2009-07-02T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:46:25.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY IDOL</title><content type='html'>CHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENG&lt;br /&gt;CHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENG&lt;br /&gt;CHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENG&lt;br /&gt;CHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENG&lt;br /&gt;CHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENG&lt;br /&gt;CHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENG&lt;br /&gt;CHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENG&lt;br /&gt;CHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENG&lt;br /&gt;CHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENG&lt;br /&gt;CHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENGCHENMENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haiya, one of rare times I wished my cheena was of top standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-6387315420375246823?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6387315420375246823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>The Old Record Scratch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIXTEEN SONGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Promises,&lt;br /&gt;True,&lt;br /&gt;Fall For You,&lt;br /&gt;Love Will Show You Everything,&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;Close To You,&lt;br /&gt;Back At One,&lt;br /&gt;I'll Stand By You,&lt;br /&gt;More Than Words,&lt;br /&gt;Hot And Cold,&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable,&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding Love,&lt;br /&gt;Say It Again,&lt;br /&gt;Wonderwall,&lt;br /&gt;Mister Cellophane,&lt;br /&gt;Teardrops On My Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-4537760558434604389?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/4537760558434604389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=4537760558434604389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/4537760558434604389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/4537760558434604389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-record-scratch.html' title='The Old Record Scratch'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-50118836660496781</id><published>2009-06-28T19:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:41:54.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scones and a cup o' tea</title><content type='html'>My scottish girls are back!&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch+movie+shopping with the girls- Sheryl, YeeTing, and YeeLing. Serene came later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdW-W-CgfI/AAAAAAAABEE/WlqFFrfe60g/s1600-h/P6260896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdW-W-CgfI/AAAAAAAABEE/WlqFFrfe60g/s320/P6260896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352342311470793202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had these weird people roaming around Plaza Sing.&lt;br /&gt;They passed around booklets on the Corporate Jungle. hahaha. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;It was to advertise Berocca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdW-HxjLnI/AAAAAAAABD8/0c_yifRj2cE/s1600-h/P6260900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdW-HxjLnI/AAAAAAAABD8/0c_yifRj2cE/s320/P6260900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352342307391876722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Hot Tomato. Totally forgot about the attic place upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;YeeTing, Me, YeeLing and Sheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdWiwUEtaI/AAAAAAAABD0/XFuGPneBPU4/s1600-h/P6260902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdWiwUEtaI/AAAAAAAABD0/XFuGPneBPU4/s320/P6260902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352341837237761442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is extremely grainy cos YeeLing took it without flash and I tried to adjust the colour.&lt;br /&gt;Serene on the most right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdWiowxt8I/AAAAAAAABDs/grG8lRcEjiI/s1600-h/P6260904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdWiowxt8I/AAAAAAAABDs/grG8lRcEjiI/s320/P6260904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352341835210667970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switch sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdWifMq-vI/AAAAAAAABDk/i3e2euxb6Hs/s1600-h/P6260905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdWifMq-vI/AAAAAAAABDk/i3e2euxb6Hs/s320/P6260905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352341832643312370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the big barbeque for all of the England community.&lt;br /&gt;Here are all the Edinburgh born baby girls!!! Haven't seen each other in ages so it was great to catch up and see how everyone grew up.&lt;br /&gt;Quite cool that all the Asian Mums came together to give birth. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are kinda aching from cycling to and fro to East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;Went cycling with the two girls yesterday and had a sumptious seafood dinner at Long Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdWh3gfv3I/AAAAAAAABDc/hhP7HzKnSu0/s1600-h/P6270915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdWh3gfv3I/AAAAAAAABDc/hhP7HzKnSu0/s320/P6270915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352341821989044082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes stop scrutinising my height and childish looks compared to them.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit I should've just stayed in Edinburgh all my life. Then I'll get pretty porcelain skin like them. Now I'm just... yelllow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdWht6XgtI/AAAAAAAABDU/BbBjb95LXKM/s1600-h/P6270916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdWht6XgtI/AAAAAAAABDU/BbBjb95LXKM/s320/P6270916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352341819413201618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAND. *Burrrum bum bum* (My attempt to imitate drums)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdZE9QQA9I/AAAAAAAABEM/yc-M-omEfH0/s1600-h/P6280917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdZE9QQA9I/AAAAAAAABEM/yc-M-omEfH0/s320/P6280917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352344623850193874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYG MEDIA PASS!! WHOOSH WHOOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I expected a bigass &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEDIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; word there. But.. unfortunately... I have no idea why it says i'm a SAYGOC......vendor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdZFCoE4wI/AAAAAAAABEU/mfIDG7AKQ8A/s1600-h/P6280919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdZFCoE4wI/AAAAAAAABEU/mfIDG7AKQ8A/s320/P6280919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352344625292305154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and!! Here's a picture of a beetle sleeping on my charger!&lt;br /&gt;Okay I dunno if it's sleeping for sure, and I'm very in need of love so this is as close as it gets to me having a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDIA PASS! YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-50118836660496781?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/50118836660496781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=50118836660496781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/50118836660496781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/50118836660496781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/06/scones-and-cup-o-tea.html' title='Scones and a cup o&apos; tea'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdW-W-CgfI/AAAAAAAABEE/WlqFFrfe60g/s72-c/P6260896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-2692858119083161401</id><published>2009-06-28T18:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:19:22.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Cheer Sharon Up Mission</title><content type='html'>Hello! When I am stressed and feel like tossing all work aside, I blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdN6zX64AI/AAAAAAAABCU/95Ddm65KhxU/s1600-h/P6240883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdN6zX64AI/AAAAAAAABCU/95Ddm65KhxU/s400/P6240883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352332354771410946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food we cooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdN6kTfB1I/AAAAAAAABCM/bq_5vuWmrOI/s1600-h/P6240881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdN6kTfB1I/AAAAAAAABCM/bq_5vuWmrOI/s400/P6240881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352332350726276946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close up on my colourful fried veggie muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdN6eLbRHI/AAAAAAAABCE/YvDQab_q7Vg/s1600-h/P6240879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdN6eLbRHI/AAAAAAAABCE/YvDQab_q7Vg/s400/P6240879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352332349081863282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campbell soup that we just took out of her cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdPVd7RmpI/AAAAAAAABC8/9xB5ELtpvUU/s1600-h/P6240895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdPVd7RmpI/AAAAAAAABC8/9xB5ELtpvUU/s400/P6240895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352333912382216850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana Split neatly decorated by How Chuen!&lt;br /&gt;He really made effort to make the chocolate stand hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdN6AX_r7I/AAAAAAAABB8/Dc7FNCce8sg/s1600-h/P6240878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdN6AX_r7I/AAAAAAAABB8/Dc7FNCce8sg/s400/P6240878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352332341081518002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdN56XzgLI/AAAAAAAABB0/zHpMR1pOr78/s1600-h/P6240877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdN56XzgLI/AAAAAAAABB0/zHpMR1pOr78/s400/P6240877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352332339470106802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncooked chicken chef ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then decided to have a little 'PARTY' (as sharon keeps proudly calling it) by playing Heart Attack. Yantong dropped her cards and I thought she had a 'heart attack' so i put my hands down ready to pile up, alerting the rest to panic and continue to stack their hands on top of mine.&lt;br /&gt;All cos Yantong dropped her cards lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played some cheapo mini version of uno stacko hahahaha. I'm very upset that I lost once u all predicted that I couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdPVJoK7WI/AAAAAAAABC0/c2nWZs0LoqQ/s1600-h/P6240893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdPVJoK7WI/AAAAAAAABC0/c2nWZs0LoqQ/s400/P6240893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352333906933378402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me in deep concentration. Yes look at how small it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdPUgYikqI/AAAAAAAABCs/dJ89UlPYygQ/s1600-h/P6240891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdPUgYikqI/AAAAAAAABCs/dJ89UlPYygQ/s400/P6240891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352333895861965474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon's stylo seating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdPUVmQ0fI/AAAAAAAABCk/S-B2r7x_qC8/s1600-h/P6240890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdPUVmQ0fI/AAAAAAAABCk/S-B2r7x_qC8/s400/P6240890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352333892966732274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My declared should-be-yantongs-fb-dp didn't turn out so nice after all:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdPUAI_8AI/AAAAAAAABCc/DyVQAdh5abk/s1600-h/P6240887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdPUAI_8AI/AAAAAAAABCc/DyVQAdh5abk/s400/P6240887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352333887206846466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, why we took twice, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdRY5VEStI/AAAAAAAABDM/VmlqNCcve_E/s1600-h/P6240885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdRY5VEStI/AAAAAAAABDM/VmlqNCcve_E/s400/P6240885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352336170301016786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdRYvrMSlI/AAAAAAAABDE/rOg3sP54qAk/s1600-h/P6240884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SkdRYvrMSlI/AAAAAAAABDE/rOg3sP54qAk/s400/P6240884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352336167709461074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See we are so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;And I realised Yantong took off her glasses for this shot hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-2692858119083161401?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2692858119083161401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-3009581444953566482</id><published>2009-06-26T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:05:52.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES ANNOY ME PLEASE</title><content type='html'>Wah you're damn irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-3009581444953566482?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/3009581444953566482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=3009581444953566482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3009581444953566482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3009581444953566482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-annoy-me-please.html' title='YES ANNOY ME PLEASE'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-8109495563238516895</id><published>2009-06-25T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:36:25.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you just watch</title><content type='html'>Today was the most traumatic experience of my life.&lt;br /&gt;After witnessing that I felt so sick that I really needed to puke so badly.&lt;br /&gt;I broke down at dinner and I still have recurring images running through my head, afraid that I might dream about it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a gang of mahts bashing up one guy.&lt;br /&gt;At Jurong Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;It was at a small slope of about 5 steps where the guy had his shirts covered over his head, crouching, and the other guys just stood behind the railing bashing him in with everything they had. One thing I remembered they were constantly banging him with were their helmets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for one whole minute people stood from afar just staring.&lt;br /&gt;It was four guys. And there were so many of us. I was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;And all i did was just stared.&lt;br /&gt;So many things rushed through my head.&lt;br /&gt;Should I do something? Will they stop? Will they start bashing me? Is everyone just gonna watch them bash me up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that whole minute everything was silent.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so useless and helpless and I just didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four guys ran off after they beat up that guy.&lt;br /&gt;No one ever stopped them or chased after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I did was stand there.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to walk up to the guy who got beaten up but two guys ran up to him.&lt;br /&gt;When he removed the shirt that covered his head, there was nothing but blood that coated his face. There was blood dripping everywhere and he just stood up and picked up his things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned to go I saw something that made it all worse.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a pen knife on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if that was something that was used but I tried my best not to think too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as my brother tried to say that I couldn't do anything, the imagery just kept coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no joke- bleeding, fights.&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this morbid fantasy of a guy fighting another guy for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Wah but now I'm never letting my boyfriend getting into anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;It's so horrible to be seeing something like that in actual life.&lt;br /&gt;And it just made me think how useless and protected I am in such a situation like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that I couldn't do anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-8109495563238516895?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8109495563238516895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=8109495563238516895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8109495563238516895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8109495563238516895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-most-traumatic-experience-of.html' title='when you just watch'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-6079030555822786907</id><published>2009-06-23T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:00:25.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I think i need some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha oh but for a guy friend like Ji Hoo what would I give...&lt;br /&gt;For this Korean version I really hate that she's gonna end up with the guy who's been creating all the troubles for her instead of the one who's been her guardian angel all along.&lt;br /&gt;He... (sobs)... really, (sniffs), LOVES HER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-6079030555822786907?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6079030555822786907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=6079030555822786907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6079030555822786907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6079030555822786907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-8463794374760644997</id><published>2009-06-21T20:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:28:37.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo-emo</title><content type='html'>Today is Fathers' Day! What have you all done for the daddys of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the special urge of doing something this year. Normally it's not that big a deal cos my daddy is oblivious to the occasion himself. Maybe it was all the promotions and posters we saw when we were at the hotels in malaysia that made me all guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went to this bakery in Bedok to wait for a new batch of freshly baked bread. Got a loaf that was still all warm (just out of the oven), bought a ribbon and a daisy and tied around the loaf haha. It was decently pretty, I should've taken a picture of it. My mummy was quite happy I did something I think. She kept praising the bread cos we ate it instantly with butter after I brought it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah watching Boys Before Flowers is making me super emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After immersing myself into the drama and imagining me to be the main female lead involved in the love triangle (as I always do because these things do not exist in my reality), I find myself burdened with all the problems and heartache she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh I'm gonna hate my life after I finish the whole series. It also sucks that it's my third year and I think I might fail hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And AYG is making me miss out on a lot I'm kinda regretting it. Especially since I think I'm totally unprepared for the whole event. 3 hours to get the article done and up. Wahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side, I have finally quit Subway! Which was something I've been wanting to do in ages. So that's something lifted off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling very iffy about the rest of my life, but I have occasional sparks of positivity that God has it all planned out so that's my only consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;It's the weather that's making me all grumpy la. Has to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Hoo, or Goo Jun Pyo? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-8463794374760644997?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8463794374760644997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=8463794374760644997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8463794374760644997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8463794374760644997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/06/emo-emo.html' title='emo-emo'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-2799172922175612445</id><published>2009-06-19T05:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:55:56.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLdQ3UhLoD4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLdQ3UhLoD4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished to be in Russia so I can own one! &lt;br /&gt;It's illegal anywhere else :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-2799172922175612445?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2799172922175612445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=2799172922175612445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2799172922175612445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2799172922175612445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-one.html' title='i want one.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-7361368926286276405</id><published>2009-06-10T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:36:34.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anchored</title><content type='html'>Wah I'll be going to camp really on a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out of the country immediately on the day I start my school holiday really sucks for me cos I don't consider that as a break.&lt;br /&gt;A break will be me rotting at home, having nothing to care about until I feel like doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, it's gonna be non-stop worrying, especially since I've been appointed Group Leader for my group "RESPONSIBILITY". What an irony to be heading a group with that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe I need Church Camp after all.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I really just want to lie down and forget about the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-7361368926286276405?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7361368926286276405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=7361368926286276405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7361368926286276405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7361368926286276405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/06/anchored.html' title='Anchored'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-3454582669799125332</id><published>2009-06-08T07:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:14:27.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute Worship</title><content type='html'>I almost didn't go over to SSS yesterday after sermon, but was so glad I did!&lt;br /&gt;Discovered that no one knew who was leading and there was no one preparing for worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of us rushed, picking 4 songs from the piano seat (thank God we leave chords in there) while Mark rushed home to get his guitar, Cheri changed to shorts to play drums, PA to quickly come and start up, Syl to get mic from PA, and I just briefly ran through the chords on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exciting my goodness. Felt so good to play piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed to say who was the one who was supposed to lead but let's just say the person led anyway (It's not me okay!).&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday! Looks like I'm just gonna be allocated an internship after all.&lt;br /&gt;The magazine haven't replied me so I guess I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now i pray hard I don't get some shitty Community Centre job unlike somebody haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I wonder if i should remove my previous entry before I get sued for defamation. I meet quite most of the criteria. Hahaha. Libel, published, third party (Damn you chloe). Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-3454582669799125332?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/3454582669799125332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=3454582669799125332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3454582669799125332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3454582669799125332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-minute-worship.html' title='Last Minute Worship'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-3907578603551172731</id><published>2009-06-05T07:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:25:54.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You confuse me</title><content type='html'>Wah, everytime I think of Ashraff I feel like God wants me to fail my third year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he laughs to himself everytime we leave the room as he thinks of how smart he is to pull off being lazy having not read our literature review, yet being able to give consultations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he made it like such a grand thing just because we don't have to go for consultations next week. Go or don't go makes no difference to me lor. It's just to see if YOU're doing YOUR work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still had the nerve to 'test' us individually on what we wrote about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh i can feel my blood boiling literally. Hahahahaha. My body's like a cauldron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-3907578603551172731?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/3907578603551172731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=3907578603551172731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3907578603551172731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3907578603551172731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-confuse-me.html' title='You confuse me'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-3491866426177736818</id><published>2009-06-04T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:33:32.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM ON A ROLL</title><content type='html'>Hello I am trying to be awesome by posting more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Today shall be pictures of Berd's dance recital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is us trying to make use of the camera since we have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SifnuLBKGgI/AAAAAAAABBs/WpleSsDrHT8/s1600-h/P5240805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SifnuLBKGgI/AAAAAAAABBs/WpleSsDrHT8/s400/P5240805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343494263316027906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/Sifnt4XQu7I/AAAAAAAABBk/L2puWpkDOQI/s1600-h/P5240806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/Sifnt4XQu7I/AAAAAAAABBk/L2puWpkDOQI/s400/P5240806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343494258308463538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little kids who performed the cutest Hawaiian dance.&lt;br /&gt;Yes little kids. You can imagine what sort of recital this was. We felt like very proud parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SifntvIdP4I/AAAAAAAABBc/k3wDfn91MPo/s1600-h/P5240807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SifntvIdP4I/AAAAAAAABBc/k3wDfn91MPo/s400/P5240807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343494255830450050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SifntWg3qeI/AAAAAAAABBU/05vaY13OgQM/s1600-h/P5240808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SifntWg3qeI/AAAAAAAABBU/05vaY13OgQM/s400/P5240808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343494249221958114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah there were older people performing too. Haha thats when Syl started to look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SifntXuk00I/AAAAAAAABBM/iRVnmducKig/s1600-h/P5240809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SifntXuk00I/AAAAAAAABBM/iRVnmducKig/s400/P5240809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343494249547879234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A finale of all the dance participants on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/Sifm_HhpgSI/AAAAAAAABA8/4ULtLZV2Hzc/s1600-h/P5240813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/Sifm_HhpgSI/AAAAAAAABA8/4ULtLZV2Hzc/s400/P5240813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343493454924710178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little girls in their white costume were little brides. Their skirts were damn springy they jut out almost parallel to the ground. They sat a row behind us so we had moments of their skirts rubbing against our hair everytime they walked in or out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/Sifm_GLiP6I/AAAAAAAABA0/LbRlYSnM3oA/s1600-h/P5240812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/Sifm_GLiP6I/AAAAAAAABA0/LbRlYSnM3oA/s400/P5240812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343493454563524514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the star we came to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/Sifm_UFxcAI/AAAAAAAABBE/DIpnlT7CF0c/s1600-h/P5240814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/Sifm_UFxcAI/AAAAAAAABBE/DIpnlT7CF0c/s400/P5240814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343493458297450498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry people. I've got it on tape!&lt;br /&gt;Shall upload it in a year's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-3491866426177736818?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/3491866426177736818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=3491866426177736818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3491866426177736818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3491866426177736818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-on-roll.html' title='IM ON A ROLL'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SifnuLBKGgI/AAAAAAAABBs/WpleSsDrHT8/s72-c/P5240805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-8893662030517499376</id><published>2009-06-03T21:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:24:56.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS</title><content type='html'>YES PEOPLE I FINALLY HAVE PHOTOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaM47e3rCI/AAAAAAAABAs/53pFFIgMkXk/s1600-h/P4180825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaM47e3rCI/AAAAAAAABAs/53pFFIgMkXk/s400/P4180825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343112917589404706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaEkkxONeI/AAAAAAAABAk/lQmmxLKTM64/s1600-h/P4180824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaEkkxONeI/AAAAAAAABAk/lQmmxLKTM64/s400/P4180824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343103771801957858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taboo night after cell! Someone annoyed joanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaEkW5iiCI/AAAAAAAABAc/JflkQMSWwZ4/s1600-h/P4180823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaEkW5iiCI/AAAAAAAABAc/JflkQMSWwZ4/s400/P4180823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343103768078747682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera testing with them not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaEkDmLoTI/AAAAAAAABAU/mFh9ok-_I18/s1600-h/P4180822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaEkDmLoTI/AAAAAAAABAU/mFh9ok-_I18/s400/P4180822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343103762897281330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah i look so manly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaEj2o3x4I/AAAAAAAABAM/RC2hwJ9Nqek/s1600-h/P4180821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaEj2o3x4I/AAAAAAAABAM/RC2hwJ9Nqek/s400/P4180821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343103759418902402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats with pursed lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaEjjpWSoI/AAAAAAAABAE/81tKaeirdCI/s1600-h/P4180820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaEjjpWSoI/AAAAAAAABAE/81tKaeirdCI/s400/P4180820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343103754320628354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to some event photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaBu-U4byI/AAAAAAAAA_8/43N3HUCHF8g/s1600-h/P5140854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaBu-U4byI/AAAAAAAAA_8/43N3HUCHF8g/s400/P5140854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343100651926220578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first cheapo media pass-like thing for the S League match!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the ones from AYG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos from the traithlon event I went for awhile back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiZ5DyAOOrI/AAAAAAAAA_0/t0aPPvxNRcY/s1600-h/P5030834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiZ5DyAOOrI/AAAAAAAAA_0/t0aPPvxNRcY/s400/P5030834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343091113790945970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the most left is SEA Games Gold Medalist Triathlete Mok Ying Ren.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a down to earth nice guy... to an extent of being slightly gawky though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiZ5Dkpj67I/AAAAAAAAA_s/AL5QWPAX2fk/s1600-h/P5030843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiZ5Dkpj67I/AAAAAAAAA_s/AL5QWPAX2fk/s400/P5030843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343091110206237618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this looks abit like those photos that are in photo frames when you buy them.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first place winner with his family by the way.&lt;br /&gt;His son came running to him and he was all "This is my boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiZ5DZVoONI/AAAAAAAAA_k/KkKnoVqA9vs/s1600-h/P5030842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiZ5DZVoONI/AAAAAAAAA_k/KkKnoVqA9vs/s400/P5030842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343091107169843410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so the angmo guy got first, this 16 year old from the Singapore Sports School came in second!&lt;br /&gt;And cos they were flagged off in groups. These two came from the second group that was flagged off and they overtook the entire first group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two kids participated in the kids category but the length was still 500m lor.&lt;br /&gt;They finish it within... ten minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiZ5DcqLtHI/AAAAAAAAA_c/QTsvIp63SAE/s1600-h/P5030849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiZ5DcqLtHI/AAAAAAAAA_c/QTsvIp63SAE/s400/P5030849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343091108061361266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiZ5DKUmeXI/AAAAAAAAA_U/7UefwZ57k2o/s1600-h/P5030850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiZ5DKUmeXI/AAAAAAAAA_U/7UefwZ57k2o/s400/P5030850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343091103139002738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so intimidated by all the sporty people surrounding me. Could practically feel their judgment upon the prissy bimbo 'journalist' who whined about being tired after merely standing for 5 hours while everyone else swam up to 3km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 16 year old is just a superman la. We interviewed his parents and his mum said that putting him in the Sports School has made him more all rounded. He has been top in his level for academics too.&lt;br /&gt;Wah i just wanted to crumple and die when she said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, meanwhile I feel so good that the obstacle of Book Pub is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good plot to motivate me to write, but started to get pissed with the world when I couldn't deliver the plot properly. In the end it was quite a sucky prose but at least it's not graded now. I'm half relieved about that, half frustrated. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yay nothing due tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-8893662030517499376?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8893662030517499376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=8893662030517499376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8893662030517499376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8893662030517499376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/06/youve-been-waiting-for-this.html' title='YOU&apos;VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiaM47e3rCI/AAAAAAAABAs/53pFFIgMkXk/s72-c/P4180825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-7180115585851781207</id><published>2009-06-02T06:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:30:15.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my gosh.</title><content type='html'>Wow, I've been looking back on the posts when I first started my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The posts I did put so many people down and I really spoke with such insensitivity out of the excitement of free expression. I've been so callous with my words, disregarding everyone around me and I think I need to apologise big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa I was like one of the members of mean girls. And I'm not even good looking enough to be eligible for that la. Just equally malicious at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start seeking forgiveness from alooooooot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have a good mind to forsake the dumb prose and just fail book pub. UGH. So much for being my first choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-7180115585851781207?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7180115585851781207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=7180115585851781207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7180115585851781207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7180115585851781207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-gosh.html' title='oh my gosh.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-912694673683805271</id><published>2009-06-01T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:28:20.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song For No One</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"This is the song about talking to the person you haven't even met yet.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're going around hanging with someone else but.. they're not as good as you.&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta wait your turn!&lt;br /&gt;She's out there, he's out there, they're just learning what to contrast you against."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-John Mayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imuxic.com/yt/john-mayer-love-song-for-no-one-lyrics/205f9d46d/487a67175" target="blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cdn.imuxic.com/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="height=20&amp;amp;width=300&amp;amp;file=http://youtube.com/watch?v=lqLcf-1WuiA&amp;amp;backcolor=0x1E0B02&amp;amp;frontcolor=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;lightcolor=0xFF65BA&amp;amp;volume=90&amp;amp;searchbar=false&amp;amp;repeat=always" height="20" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imuxic.com/yt/john-mayer-love-song-for-no-one-lyrics/205f9d46d/487a67175" target="blank"&gt;John Mayer - Love Song For No One - Lyrics Mp3 Codes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying home alone on a Friday&lt;br /&gt;Flat on the floor looking back&lt;br /&gt;On old love&lt;br /&gt;Or lack thereof&lt;br /&gt;After all the crushes are faded&lt;br /&gt;And all my wishful thinking was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm jaded&lt;br /&gt;I hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;So tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;Get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching all my days just to find you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;I'll know it&lt;br /&gt;When I see you&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Staying up all night just to write&lt;br /&gt;A love song for no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;So tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have met you in a sandbox&lt;br /&gt;I could have passed you on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Could I have missed my chance&lt;br /&gt;And watched you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have met you in a sandbox&lt;br /&gt;I could have passed you on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Could I have missed my chance&lt;br /&gt;And watched you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be so good&lt;br /&gt;You'll be so good for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-912694673683805271?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/912694673683805271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SiFRY1Kp6_I/AAAAAAAAA_E/1W7iflHeWwY/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-5638575539515836676</id><published>2009-05-21T08:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:48:09.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALS GOGO</title><content type='html'>Wow, just caught a glimpse of the AI FINALS OMGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON MRAZ IS IN THE SHOW EVERYBODY WHOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about him and how he probably likes to be too low profile to go on such shows like AI.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kris Allen singing with Keith Urban? Omg way goooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not gonna miss the show tonight ppl.&lt;br /&gt;All those who haven't been watching, watch anyway cos tonight's gonna be AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should recommend my mum to fmylife.com&lt;br /&gt;I think she'll write in everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Today she asked: "You coming home for dinner to eat with your mum and dad tonight anot?"&lt;br /&gt;I said: "Ya, american idol finals!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-5638575539515836676?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5638575539515836676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=5638575539515836676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5638575539515836676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5638575539515836676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/05/finals-gogo.html' title='FINALS GOGO'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-7432128836411166825</id><published>2009-05-17T07:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:40:25.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Anyway I saw your article on adrenaline awhile back. Ur standard of writing is probably the best, Keep up the gd work!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As distrusting as I am towards the comment, I still am very grateful for my liaison making my day. After my week ending off horribly shitty, it's great to have some encouragement, to at least get me started for my articles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-7432128836411166825?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7432128836411166825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=7432128836411166825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7432128836411166825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7432128836411166825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/05/boost.html' title='Boost!'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-2574692634277319522</id><published>2009-05-14T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:49:07.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are so beautiful to me</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness gracious.&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else besides me totally want to tear while watching Gokey's performance last night during the Top 3?!&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Utter heart-melt worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allen also proved that he is truly swaying down the road of Jason Mraz during his performance of Heartless last night, which was a weird choice for a finale performance, but my family thinks he sort of gave up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambert... should really just leave the competition because he doesn't need it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Great star quality and all, but he's so consistent that it got so boring cos we all know he's already got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last quick info: I am gonna watch soccer tonight. Seeyaz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-2574692634277319522?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2574692634277319522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=2574692634277319522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2574692634277319522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2574692634277319522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-so-beautiful-to-me.html' title='You are so beautiful to me'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-1807383405972832609</id><published>2009-05-13T10:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:49:46.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SgoxoNXxVhI/AAAAAAAAA-0/mrawstPy3Rw/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 68px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SgoxoNXxVhI/AAAAAAAAA-0/mrawstPy3Rw/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335131275427665426" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I think miracles do happen.&lt;br /&gt;Passed up about 10 mins past the deadline with a crappy article, and I actually got selected.&lt;br /&gt;AYG, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, it's really nothing that big.&lt;br /&gt;But it feels so good to finally get out of being merely mediocre and be something.&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to finally be able to actually make my parents proud.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hoping this happens to me alot, but it's been a long time I felt this pleased to be me.&lt;br /&gt;I've always had issues about insecurity, but I've been glowing ever since I read this e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Which I should stop since there's an article already due on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journalism's not in my future anymore, but this is fantastic to be in my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;If i manage to get it all done successfully, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a fantastic day.&lt;br /&gt;Had an A for an article I really didn't expect, classes were cancelled and short, games playing was great, contacts are all done, had zichar with the best friends at night for dinner, and I realised I didn't have breakfast or lunch that day! Which is like whoa!&lt;br /&gt;My mood was so good till I didn't even realise about my meals la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in a celebratory mood while my work is all piling up, stagnent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah thank you God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-1807383405972832609?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/1807383405972832609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=1807383405972832609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/1807383405972832609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/1807383405972832609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-day.html' title='HAPPY DAY'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SgoxoNXxVhI/AAAAAAAAA-0/mrawstPy3Rw/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-3835745276720479115</id><published>2009-05-04T09:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:27:54.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Gonna Be An Uphill Battle</title><content type='html'>Totally hooked on Miley Cyrus' The Climb.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I think she sang HORRIBLY.&lt;br /&gt;It's so bad that I wouldn't download it even if i really love the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky is she to have such good song writers allowing her to sing their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been listening to covers people do on youtube for her song. Really, I wish the songwriters hears them and pulls back the contract with Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I have still not touched a single article and am planning to pull a superwoman stunt move to finish both SPORT ARTICLES by today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Omg I'm now at the library here at 10.18AM and ALL STUDY TABLES ARE FILLED.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell it's not even exam period, there's school, and i'm only past the opening hour by 18mins.&lt;br /&gt;DO THESE PPL CAMP OVERNIGHT BY THE LIBRARY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-3835745276720479115?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/3835745276720479115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=3835745276720479115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3835745276720479115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3835745276720479115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/05/always-gonna-be-uphill-battle.html' title='Always Gonna Be An Uphill Battle'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-8287336091931575501</id><published>2009-05-03T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:48:17.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>While I'd like to strongly put out there that MY ELECTIVES ARE NOT SLACKED,&lt;br /&gt;I'm also damn thankful I did not specialise in journalism like I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally blank for Sports Journ and am freaking tired cos of the triathlon event (No, I was not a participant.)&lt;br /&gt;I went on the bus today going "okay I'm definitely gonna miss my stop if I doze off."&lt;br /&gt;And I did, which annoyed the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost, easily irritated, empty.&lt;br /&gt;I think these are just symptoms of the situation so don't mind me for awhile la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'd like to blog about Sharon and Yantong buying me bubble tea while I was on the phone just to cheer me up!&lt;br /&gt;Quite romantic right. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what I'll do in school without both of them. Even though it's just 3 of us... alone... in a row... in the LT, haha. I think it's more than enough to have you two.&lt;br /&gt;Now we just have to meet up more often OUTSIDE of school pls omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a quick un-mushy note to drastically change the subject,&lt;br /&gt;I need to pee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-8287336091931575501?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8287336091931575501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=8287336091931575501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8287336091931575501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8287336091931575501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-4717448107542636447</id><published>2009-05-01T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:13:19.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i slept with my arm casually across my tummy he sleepily turned, suddenly worried and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Why?? Stomach cramps ah? Pain ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-4717448107542636447?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/4717448107542636447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=4717448107542636447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/4717448107542636447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/4717448107542636447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/05/unconscious-concern.html' title='Unconscious Concern'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-5451590807149602812</id><published>2009-04-23T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:25:19.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT</title><content type='html'>In case you all haven't already watched the video (I know the song got quite old):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="280" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6pW_q1PvH0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6pW_q1PvH0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="280" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical music video to make you squirm with oozing sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;Watch till the end though! It's the ultimate one-liner at the end!! Watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, first week of school is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Third year means no first week to slack and be in 'introduction'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-5451590807149602812?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5451590807149602812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=5451590807149602812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5451590807149602812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5451590807149602812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/04/five-six-seven-eight.html' title='FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-4580699102641808655</id><published>2009-04-21T06:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T06:49:45.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6.44AM</title><content type='html'>It's promptly 6.44AM and here I am blogging cos the weather out is dreadful and I'm thinking if it's a sign God has given to prevent me from going to school.&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorm weathers start this week- first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's clear enough a sign for me to stay away from school and that school is evil.&lt;br /&gt;How could it be so coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no inspiration of clothing for the first week best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is gonna be awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-4580699102641808655?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/4580699102641808655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=4580699102641808655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/4580699102641808655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/4580699102641808655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/04/644am.html' title='6.44AM'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-4123289300636428925</id><published>2009-04-19T21:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:58:31.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So.</title><content type='html'>As quite a few of you know, I'm a little homophobic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like totally alienate you kinda homophobic, but more of a.. spare me the details kind of homophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that bugs me alot is the whole controversial talk about the links to the bible and if homosexuality is condemned.&lt;br /&gt;And if it is, why are there churches for the homosexuals and what teachings do they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible is always the same, it never changes. So whatever I read has to certainly exist in their bibles as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know this is starting to sound very bad.&lt;br /&gt;So I think I should state this first before I go on.&lt;br /&gt;It does state that homosexuality is a sin in the bible, in both new and old testaments.&lt;br /&gt;But sins included are also adultery, murder, stealing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don't see why homosexuality is elevated to such an extent compared to the other sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've said that, please know that that is my concluded emotion and not any more exaggerated from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since alot of rules from the Old Testament state things like no consumption of Pork, etc. I shan't dwell on the Old Testament since Jesus died on the cross for our sins and things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;u&gt;New Testament:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Tim 1: 8-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We know that the law is good, provided that one uses it as law, with the understanding that law is meant not for a righteous person but for the lawless and the unruly, the godless and the sinful, the unholy and profane, those who kill their fathers or mothers, murders, the unchaste, homosexuals, kidnapers, liars, perjurers, and whatever else is opposed to sound teaching,"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Cor. 6:9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or do you not know that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived; neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor homosexuals, nor thieves, nor the covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers, shall inherit the kingdom of God."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rom. 1:26-28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For this reason God gave them over to degrading passions; for their women exchanged the natural function for that which is unnatural, and in the same way also the men abandoned the natural function of the woman and burned in their desire toward one another, men with men committing indecent acts and receiving in their own persons the due penalty of their error. And just as they did not see fit to acknowledge God any longer, God gave them over to a depraved mind, to do those things which are not proper."&lt;/blockquote&gt;And I think the reason I feel most homophobic, comes from the last verse in Romans.&lt;br /&gt;It talks about the natural functions.&lt;br /&gt;You can't argue against nature.&lt;br /&gt;If something can't be done a certain way, it was not meant to be done like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is created to reproduce.&lt;br /&gt;If both of the same gender cannot reproduce by having sex with each other, doesn't that say something about how it isn't natural?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was created for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;And everything is beautiful in God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;Like Aaron said in cell- Science is actually something beautiful, but man just made it corrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this is just from the bible's point of view of course.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just countering the bible evidence for homosexuality- that the bible does state about homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;Homosexuality is a sin, but again, I don't see why it's being seen as something much worse than stealing or lying or adultery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against homosexuals of course, I mean, they're just people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... am i gonna get hate tagged for this controversial post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-4123289300636428925?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/4123289300636428925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=4123289300636428925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/4123289300636428925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/4123289300636428925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/04/so.html' title='So.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-8735165948708108543</id><published>2009-04-15T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:36:38.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohana</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day that could really be a dictionary definition for "A Bad Day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing was coming home.&lt;br /&gt;I hobbled all the way to my room after I slammed the door shut.&lt;br /&gt;Put down my bags, and hobbled out to stand outside my brother's room.&lt;br /&gt;And then with all my controlled tears waiting to fall out I just cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't just the pain of the sprain, it was the overwhelming day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it felt so overwhelming, but I think it was how I was so unready to start out on my own which was shocking, it just felt so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro showed an expression so concerned but helpless because he was on the phone, and my dad came out in time and asked what happened then quickly helped me to my room to sit on my bed and apply medication.&lt;br /&gt;And just being able to have my family to be there for me when I needed it was just so comforting to know. It immediately just made me so calm and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made me realise that I'm a rather needy person.&lt;br /&gt;I like the independence, but with people willing to be there for me when I'm in need.&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly in need of love, to know that people are there for me.&lt;br /&gt;If anytime I feel that I run out of love, I feel insecure and left alone, rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm such a confusing girlfriend to have.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to have space, yet wanting to be constantly asked about.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so thankful to find someone to stick by me even when I'm like that.&lt;br /&gt;When I fell yesterday he even offered to come all the way to come and find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess God gives you these days to appreciate your life more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-8735165948708108543?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8735165948708108543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=8735165948708108543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8735165948708108543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8735165948708108543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohana.html' title='Ohana'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-5035713911572805155</id><published>2009-04-13T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:47:46.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I PRAY TO BE LIKE THIS GUY EVERYDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3IrCuvLktqU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3IrCuvLktqU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves you speechless.&lt;br /&gt;Starts off so alike with the original song.. then you slowly see his interpretation coming out about the first 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;The interpretation is so well arranged and beautiful and... wah.&lt;br /&gt;It wows you even more each note is played.&lt;br /&gt;The thrills, the precision of notes, the clash chord harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the hotel ballroom jazzy piano, I love it love it love it.&lt;br /&gt;And pray everyday that I can be like that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must feel like heaven to play like that.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just feel like crap and disappointment whenever I play.&lt;br /&gt;I bang on the keyboards and try to make music the way he does.&lt;br /&gt;But no way I'm ever gonna get rid of my stupid stupid habit of boring arpeggio chords. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I bore me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-5035713911572805155?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5035713911572805155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=5035713911572805155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5035713911572805155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5035713911572805155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-pray-to-be-like-this-guy-everyday.html' title='I PRAY TO BE LIKE THIS GUY EVERYDAY'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-2484952602481053724</id><published>2009-04-04T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:59:19.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You.</title><content type='html'>This will be my eulogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably the most irrelevant out of us three siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my sis and bro, I didn't spend weeks growing up with my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't build a relationship with my Granddad nor Grandma, and my language handicap didn't help the situation either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hearing my Sis and Bro give their eulogies, I felt like I somehow knew Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;We can't speak the same, but we had a relationship of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma would say something in Cantonese to me, and I will smile back shyly, clueless to what she just asked.&lt;br /&gt;And in the most that both of us could express ourselves, she would smile back.&lt;br /&gt;It was not an awkward smile of generation gap, or dismay that I couldn't converse in Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;It was a smile that said "I understand, it's okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite all our encounters with each other repeatedly being what was said above, she constantly asked about me, how I was, whether I'm coping with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;But because I never replied, she never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a happy age to pass on.&lt;br /&gt;91 Years old, she has lived up to a ripe old age.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help but feel sad that she didn't get to see me grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Even though she was alive, dementia prevented me to reciprocate to her attempts of getting to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm glad, that God has stopped her suffering.&lt;br /&gt;It really must've hurt so much to want to express how she felt but couldn't communicate at all for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;Like Uncle Pak Loy puts it, dying for us Christians will be like sleeping and just waking up to her whole new better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I regret not getting to know my Grandma like a grandchild should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for loving me as much as you could, 婆婆.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-2484952602481053724?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2484952602481053724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=2484952602481053724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2484952602481053724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2484952602481053724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-you.html' title='For You.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-624474331415270212</id><published>2009-04-02T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:30:55.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>So weird to have this dark cloud of gloom over my family.&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose after almost 8 years of dementia we're all pretty relieved and happy for her to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad visited her once every week while she was in the home in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;She's become unresponsive for about 3-5 years now?&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much she lies in the shape of a fetus with her hands clenched and eyes closed, showing no signs of acknowledgment that we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then recently due to financial problems, we shifted her to a home in JB.&lt;br /&gt;This was rather recent.&lt;br /&gt;And i suppose it was more fulfilling a trip to make it as a whole family, instead of just mum and dad going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of us, without my sister cos she has work, went to visit over at JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so cos her lack of acknowledgment got us to wonder for years now,&lt;br /&gt;why is she kept here to continue suffering?&lt;br /&gt;what is her purpose left on this earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we saw her at the home in JB, she was her usual self, lying in the bed crouched, eyes closed hands clenched.&lt;br /&gt;We went for a movie, had tea together, went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we were in JB after all.&lt;br /&gt;It was like a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back to Singapore to have dinner, my mum made a comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe grandma wanted us to see her together as a family, and not just me and dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly a week later, she passed on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-624474331415270212?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-343848671136871212</id><published>2009-03-31T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:44:18.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slurpee Hair</title><content type='html'>Omg it's gonna be April so soon and I still haven't done anything I really wanted to do these holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I did go to the Zoo and Wild Wild Wet and unexpectedly swam + tanned so those are cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dye my hair purple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a second ear piercing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a job (A bit late now).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Sentosa with a big group so we can actually play ball games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping Spree (Which pretty much links to Point 3)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I shall start doing what I can asap!&lt;br /&gt;No time people, NO TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-343848671136871212?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/343848671136871212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=343848671136871212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/343848671136871212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/343848671136871212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/03/slurpee-hair.html' title='Slurpee Hair'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-3445141075742729435</id><published>2009-03-30T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:00:08.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Tanned Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*help SHUFAT - i finally changed blogskin lol! (thanks to dolly) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, give me your blog i want to link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joycelyn              moaning myrtle. says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joycelyn              moaning myrtle. says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*help SHUFAT - i finally changed blogskin lol! (thanks to dolly) says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joycelyn              moaning myrtle. says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*help SHUFAT - i finally changed blogskin lol! (thanks to dolly) says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS TYPE THESEVENTEENROUTE NO WONDER CANNOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*help SHUFAT - i finally changed blogskin lol! (thanks to dolly) says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I went swimming last Friday and attempted to tan!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how girls do it so often though, it burns so bad and you wanna cover up but that's gonna make shapes with your tan.&lt;br /&gt;Not too fond of doing it too often, I'm not the kinda girl who needs to anyway. I look horrible when I'm dark. I was the ugly skinny dark girl when I was young so I think I had enough of that look.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, don't those little girls look especially annoying. They usually fulfill how they look too.&lt;br /&gt;Not me though.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity aside, I'm quite psyched about doing some bit of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity back in the picture, I'm quite bummed out about swimming being not an exercise that can lose you some fats. I mean, what's the point then right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall research more into the topic.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't see how come swimming isn't related to losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;It's so damn tiring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, weather forecasts have been lying. I've checked for days to see if it would be great to go swimming, and the results were always 'Showers With Thunder', which sounds awfully dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;The past two times me and the boyfriend decided to ignore it and go for Wild Wild Wet (yep i went already) and Swim+Tan, and it was plenty sunny all day.&lt;br /&gt;Today, it drizzled so we decided to go with the forecast and stay home.&lt;br /&gt;And then the drizzled stopped for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Shuhui, you're in my blogpost related to losing fats and exercising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-3445141075742729435?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/3445141075742729435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=3445141075742729435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3445141075742729435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3445141075742729435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/03/help-shufat-i-finally-changed-blogskin.html' title='Little Tanned Girls'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-8517938193609801975</id><published>2009-03-26T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:34:06.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And here on the field reporting...</title><content type='html'>So I've been announcing everywhere my wish to drop TV Journalism for Documentary Prod or Sports Journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone thinks I'm crazy for wanting to actually drop sth for sports journ, and i totally understand where you all are coming from.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, after a whole semester of Tennis for IS, the scoring system is still a blur to me. I do recall getting it after awhile, but yes, that just.. faded away.&lt;br /&gt;And I often doze off during football matches the boyfriend forces me to watch when I'm with him.&lt;br /&gt;So really, sports journalism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But haiya, I would really rather Public Relations overall, but since that's totally out of the picture, it's more of the lesser of both evils kinda choice.&lt;br /&gt;Let's face the fact that i wasn't fond of TV Prod, especially writing the scripts which I'll most probably like to be in charge of. TV scripting annoys me with its damned format.&lt;br /&gt;And teamwork is major important for the module.&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to go back with what I initially wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;So I've been announcing it everywhere waiting for someone to swap with me.&lt;br /&gt;But it just occurred to me, it was emailed that places for Sports Journalism are still readily available.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm still so hesitant that it will help me in my decision to whether or not there was anyone to swap with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sent an email to the person already anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel quite strongly for it la.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe regrets will come later Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God will turn this into something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got over my grief for not getting PR though.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess that's something, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you friends, we better meet up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-8517938193609801975?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8517938193609801975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=8517938193609801975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8517938193609801975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8517938193609801975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-here-on-field-reporting.html' title='And here on the field reporting...'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-3625013890370657663</id><published>2009-03-21T09:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:04:48.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I only do things when they're out of fashion</title><content type='html'>Haha I'm finally gonna do the thing Chloe tagged me with since the hype has more or less died down.&lt;br /&gt;I think Joanne tagged too but (is it just me?) there's only one post in her blog so I can't see the thing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well here goes!!&lt;br /&gt;(Yes i'm too free already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 21 friends.&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY', YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Both Reached For The Gun by Chicago Musical Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;[Err...I guess I'm not okay!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie's Song by Son Of Dork&lt;br /&gt;[Omg, it's about this guy who has a dozen kids but doesn't know cos he goes around having one night stands!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Faith in Me by Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody by Bonnie McKee&lt;br /&gt;[Does this mean I'm very lonely? Quite ah. AH MINE DOESNT MAKE SENSE!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Goes On by LeAnn Rimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable by Westlife&lt;br /&gt;[I give up trying to reason out sense out of the songs shuffled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God Could Love You More by Kelly Nelson Thompson&lt;br /&gt;[Awww... you guys!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIsconnected by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;[Haha, finally itunes is all coming together...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling by 'Nsync&lt;br /&gt;[Falling in love that is, yes yes hahaha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes Me Wonder by Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Don't Tell Her by Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;[I guess you will never know! Haha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help Me by Nick Carter&lt;br /&gt;[Wah, sounds sad.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU'RE GROWN UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied by Ashley Monroe&lt;br /&gt;[Yup, greatest wish. Wah, can't believe this is actually making sense.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to Love by The Carpenters&lt;br /&gt;[WAH SO PATHETIC MEH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Fall In Love by Natalie and Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;[I DON'T JUST WANNA DANCE TO THIS SONG! I WANNA DUET IT!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Ever After by Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;[WHAT. THE.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Grow Up by Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;[Haha, apparently somewhere along the lines of fame and having big boobies.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run The Show by Kat Deluna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want You To Need Me by Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;[Omg, secret out...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoveStoned by Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;[Haha make whatever you wish of it man, cos I don't get it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocking On Heaven's Door by Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;[I don't even know what the question means]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was quite fun even as most of it didn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I'm supposed to tag 21 people.&lt;br /&gt;What the. I don't even think I have that many friends. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-3625013890370657663?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/3625013890370657663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=3625013890370657663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3625013890370657663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3625013890370657663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-only-do-things-when-theyre-out-of.html' title='I only do things when they&apos;re out of fashion'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-460591000183022057</id><published>2009-03-20T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:53:05.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results.</title><content type='html'>Damn shocking results for Feature and Web Design.&lt;br /&gt;And because our Web Design teacher is some cheekopeh who is damn biased with pretty girls, me and eunice reckoned he might've given Ver super good results.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, Ver don't kill us if you see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Eunice asked and apparently Ver got same also lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eunice says: (6:25:44 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haha no leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eunice says: (6:25:47 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V also got ___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joycelyn              moaning myrtle. says: (6:25:57 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eunice says: (6:25:58 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;like everyone got ___ for web d leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joycelyn              moaning myrtle. says: (6:26:04 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;apparently her boobs not big enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joycelyn              moaning myrtle. says: (6:26:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eunice says: (6:26:09 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eunice says: (6:26:11 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eunice says: (6:26:16 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;his standard damn high lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joycelyn              moaning myrtle. says: (6:26:21 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHY!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so probably cos my end product sucked BUT I BEG TO DIFFER LOR.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the flash was stunning hor! And the amount of time we slaved over the damn thing with our computers probably hot enough to bake.... wah I feel so cheated.&lt;br /&gt;The end website was so sure to pull up my grades lor. In the end from A and C with my two previous assignments become a D+ overall. WHAT THE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feature Writing also!&lt;br /&gt;Our end magazine was like damn pretty can. The articles were edited also like don't know how any gazillion times la, I don't see how much more you could ask for from a food magazine. Especially after you gave consent to the articles and layout.&lt;br /&gt;From constant Bs for my assignments I can get reduced also?!&lt;br /&gt;I shouldve just worked hard for the final la I bet nothing else mattered!&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled down my grades like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry that I shall not blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Okay yes that's just an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay I finally changed my layout!&lt;br /&gt;ALthough this is annoying me quite abit cos of the blank space in e middle.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remove it cos it's a section on it's own with padding. So if i take it away it will shift the entire bottom html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting bored la so i think i will try to blog... more often.&lt;br /&gt;try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-460591000183022057?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/460591000183022057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=460591000183022057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/460591000183022057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/460591000183022057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-shocking-results-for-feature-and.html' title='Results.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-979356949590124032</id><published>2009-02-24T05:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T05:53:40.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die CommIss Die</title><content type='html'>I feel super insecure about the paper cos I'm so lost in what to study.&lt;br /&gt;My case studies are insufficient and believe me when I say that cos I really got zero.&lt;br /&gt;I suck at debating on the spot so it's gonna take me some time to really come up with some good arguments there and then on e paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know what I think about Authoritarian and Libertarian and Social Responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;I think Libertarian is like a longer more fancier word for librarian and is sad cos there is not really a link is how a librarian is in any way liberal, cos the librarians I see at libraries are always scolding me just cos I dragged a chair from another table.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's just the opposite of Authoritarian and Social Responsibility is right smack in the middle to balance.&lt;br /&gt;And that's all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;... I'm so wrong aren't I.&lt;br /&gt;I have a really screwed up feeling twisting up inside me slowly engulfing all my emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... that I'm starting really not to give a shit about this exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, it's just in a few hours time.&lt;br /&gt;The two hours will probably be hell for me, stressing out like crazy as everyone scribbles for their lives and I'm just there with my head empty gasping to salvage a tiny piece of information that I may have stored somewhere during my glancing through of my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FREEEEDOM!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really gearing up for the mini celebration we're gonna have after.&lt;br /&gt;Though I really think I'm gonna be hell tired cos I only slept for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt it la, I'll be so hyped over the fact that the Semester is FINALLY OVER. I never thought it would feel this long. I was in a holiday mood since last december haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay celebrate celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 5 hours time, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-979356949590124032?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/979356949590124032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=979356949590124032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/979356949590124032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/979356949590124032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/02/die-commiss-die.html' title='Die CommIss Die'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-943637970057609042</id><published>2009-02-21T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:57:27.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>So, thought I'd blog about this cos it's the least in the way to say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday this year was quite something that I wasn't anticipating, given that I was stressing and pmsing like hell the week before the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to consantly remind myself about the day that was arriving cos I never ever want to end up being those people who forget their birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless I think I would've ended up like those people if it weren't for those around me.&lt;br /&gt;My ever faithful besties, my fabulously romantic boyfriend, my fantastic friends at school.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for actually being the ones to remind me that I'm blessed to be in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday has been filled with trying surprises which some I unconsciously unravel, some I was just asking for it haha. Sorry I'm a spoiler!!!&lt;br /&gt;But i do love surprises, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a night out with the besties where they bought hawker centre food and decided to picnic out on this fantastic spot berd chose on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Haha which, I must add, was just a few feet away from the hawker centre now that I thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two thought about everything.&lt;br /&gt;The food, the ambience, desser. They even made me a big card on vanguard which I tried so hard to ignore when i saw that huge pink thing sticking out of Syl's bag (Did you think it would camouflage just cos your bag is pink.) Yeah the card had like a photoshopped collage of photos with 3 of us so that was really nice, though printed in black and white with Syl's poor printer which made her turn it into a page of a colouring book cos she coloured in the details with colour pencils.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was really touched that they tought about really everything, including making me a voucher, which they didnt in e end la but it's the thought that counts. Also the value of the voucher. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SZ_K79DsonI/AAAAAAAAA-s/53NaTIIRFrE/s1600-h/n653364539_2130945_144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SZ_K79DsonI/AAAAAAAAA-s/53NaTIIRFrE/s320/n653364539_2130945_144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305182017416897138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SZ_K7x_1v7I/AAAAAAAAA-k/lu9nL6VaWmA/s1600-h/n653364539_2130904_9699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SZ_K7x_1v7I/AAAAAAAAA-k/lu9nL6VaWmA/s320/n653364539_2130904_9699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305182014447927218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SZ_K7tisEZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/CxwW-as29EA/s1600-h/n653364539_2130900_8770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SZ_K7tisEZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/CxwW-as29EA/s320/n653364539_2130900_8770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305182013251916178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, thank you both of you.&lt;br /&gt;I think you both really thought about this alot and spent quite abit (we'll split dinner costs!) and put in damn alot of effort with the firecrackers, fondue foods, picnic mat, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I had a really great time with both of you.&lt;br /&gt;Especially since we haven't met in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end of mushy post.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Blog about the fat bomb's romantic dates with me when i transfer the photos from the camera:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-943637970057609042?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/943637970057609042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=943637970057609042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/943637970057609042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/943637970057609042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SZ_K79DsonI/AAAAAAAAA-s/53NaTIIRFrE/s72-c/n653364539_2130945_144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-5549646348889514973</id><published>2009-02-16T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:21:41.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEE.</title><content type='html'>Hello hello!!&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriend is on his way to pick me up from my house like a classic guy-pick-up-girl-for-a-date kind of way!&lt;br /&gt;Just because it's my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay yay yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Hope he comes soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-5549646348889514973?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5549646348889514973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=5549646348889514973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5549646348889514973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5549646348889514973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-meee.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEE.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-1759337159748101522</id><published>2009-02-15T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:00:43.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Date</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe that this midnight is actually my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like it. Everything's happening too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad, I actually like birthdays. Why do exams have to happen after them :(&lt;br /&gt;The I dunno what to do. I wanna celeb with everybody which people usually do BEFORE bdays but I was so jam packed with work and all.&lt;br /&gt;Post bdays are just sad. But maybe that's when my celebration mood actually kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;But i think it'll just be sad cos it'll be more like celebrating exams over than my birthday. When this is the only day I get to be excused to make it all about me. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, can't believe I'm actually gonna be 19.&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaaa.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday eve to me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-1759337159748101522?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/1759337159748101522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=1759337159748101522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/1759337159748101522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/1759337159748101522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/02/birth-date.html' title='Birth Date'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-4730898454364766836</id><published>2009-02-13T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:04:45.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE PROJECTS.</title><content type='html'>IT. IS. DONE!&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE YEAR TWO PROJECTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled an all-nighter and didn't finish till about half hour past the deadline but we weren't the only ones, and I must say, that compared to other groups we are considered rather early already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had actual rest for more than 24 hours now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncontrollably dozed off a few times this morning though. It was quite funny, how I just had to lean a tad to my side and find myself waking up in shock like 20 mins later oblivious to my nap taking.&lt;br /&gt;It could've been halfway through a conversation, and I would just doze off. I think it's quite a talent I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great group I had who all put in superb amount of effort and time without much whining and groaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My backspace speed has also become an extreme fast pace and I suspect noone else but YOU who bullies my poor laggy laptop. (Don't crash just cos I said that, you know I love you, but it's the truth. But I still love you! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm actually quite drained to think about going to the zoo tomorow, so i'm not sure how that's gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless I'll still be going on a romantic date with the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;He even thought out of places we could go eat for dinner lah how romantic anot?! Places besides the suggestion of McDonalds, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha jealous right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall sleep at what seems to me now like such an untimely hour.&lt;br /&gt;I should've been asleep hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU CHLOE I ACCIDENTALLY BACKSPACED AND ONE WHOLE PARA WAS GONE IN A SECOND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-4730898454364766836?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/4730898454364766836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=4730898454364766836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/4730898454364766836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/4730898454364766836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-projects.html' title='GOODBYE PROJECTS.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-882085847834806850</id><published>2009-02-12T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:21:30.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M OKAY!</title><content type='html'>Hello all, thank you for every comment and concern it meant alot:)&lt;br /&gt;I'm all much better now.&lt;br /&gt;I think the weather got to me that day cos I absolutely detest strong heat and no means to cool it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much advice and prayer, I decided not to specialise and to generalise. After all, according to my dad, it's not as if it's gonna get me a degree or 'specialised' pay. It's just gonna be a low down diploma anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And about sending over my resume and not being chosen over others who may have taken the 'specialised' diploma route, well. Heck. I really don't think I'll be jobless forever. And I think I'll do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, where is a specialisation in journalism going to take me when I'm not at all considering to write newspaper articles. Well maybe the dream is sort of at the back of my head but subconsciously deleting the thought as I think about others more polished in the command of English than I am.&lt;br /&gt;And don't even suggest Chinese newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know none of you were planning on suggesting that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'll be taking general! But I'm still stoning on the third choice to take. Why only 3 choices! I feel so lost.&lt;br /&gt;From a wide range selection of modules you ask me to narrow it down to three?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Oh my Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I suppose another contributing factor is that it's coming to the end of the week and only one more project to go, a test later in the afternoon, and the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the PR exam.&lt;br /&gt;Made us come for lessons hoping to get hints each time. When yesterday was the last lesson, he gave us pretty much everything for hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chloe's words, he might as well have said &lt;blockquote&gt;"Hello, study everything for the exam. Kthxbai."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for this Saturday's day out to the zoo! Maybe jungle breakfast, maybe not. But yay animals!!&lt;br /&gt;What a way to cheer me up. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't broke the news to my parents yet about having a valentines date though.&lt;br /&gt;WhOoSh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-882085847834806850?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/882085847834806850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=882085847834806850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/882085847834806850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/882085847834806850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-okay.html' title='I&apos;M OKAY!'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-1421626211180645893</id><published>2009-02-10T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T04:23:33.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn.</title><content type='html'>Shite, I want to do a Specialization in Journalism.&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-1421626211180645893?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/1421626211180645893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=1421626211180645893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/1421626211180645893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/1421626211180645893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn.html' title='Damn.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-3790404191865816985</id><published>2009-02-10T03:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T03:59:58.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr.</title><content type='html'>My stress levels are really overwhelming me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had tummyaches for like 3 consecutive days which I doubt are caused by any foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been damn dead tired throughout the weekend, regretting I did what I did instead of work and resting which I supposed is contributing to my whole stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk yesterday on Electives is eating me from the inside out I feel like killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piling up projects are making me feel worse cos I don't even think I can get through what I have to do to make it to the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had so little sleep for the past few days I can't even make up for it on the bus cos thinking about so many things just takes up the priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to sleep early, wake up at 3am to do work (Sorry to those who contacted me last night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 9 plus 10pm and woke wide awake at 12am thinking it was 3am, forced myself to sleep, woke at 2am, lazed around till 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, tummyache. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday on the bus back I wanted so much to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even nostalgic songs or songs of Jason Mraz couldn't cheer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, don't talk to me about my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, really, really.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to plan my own birthday or anything else for the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, 2009 really starts out horrible for me.&lt;br /&gt;Year of the damned Ox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-3790404191865816985?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/3790404191865816985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=3790404191865816985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3790404191865816985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/3790404191865816985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/02/grrr.html' title='Grrr.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-5476063557951554308</id><published>2009-02-08T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:10:18.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship Leading</title><content type='html'>*(Name censored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;--------* - says: (6:50:33 PM)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha can i have freedom of speech about your singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn              awesome possum. says: (6:51:50 PM)&lt;br /&gt;is it that bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------- - says: (6:52:03 PM)&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------- - says: (6:52:05 PM)&lt;br /&gt;it was TERRIBAD&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the first time I've had this comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what annoyed me the most was the fact that I can't hear myself being THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;What's even more annoying is that these people actually can affect me to the point of wanting to cry. God, shouldn't this be all about You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes regret not changing church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-5476063557951554308?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5476063557951554308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=5476063557951554308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5476063557951554308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5476063557951554308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/02/worship-leading.html' title='Worship Leading'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-7462721618288069670</id><published>2009-02-02T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:14:33.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd blog about some random overdue shots from the sleepover chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us three camwhoring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SYXJj4xpVvI/AAAAAAAAA-U/FGB1Kpsk3f0/s1600-h/Photo+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SYXJj4xpVvI/AAAAAAAAA-U/FGB1Kpsk3f0/s320/Photo+37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297862155044476658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while one of us bathes, the other two will busy themselves with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them both camwhoring while I was bathing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SYXJj1RWSlI/AAAAAAAAA-M/QwsSkXbck3A/s1600-h/Photo+52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SYXJj1RWSlI/AAAAAAAAA-M/QwsSkXbck3A/s320/Photo+52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297862154103704146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SYXJj7Ua9ZI/AAAAAAAAA-E/jk7SiYeGGeA/s1600-h/Photo+91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SYXJj7Ua9ZI/AAAAAAAAA-E/jk7SiYeGGeA/s320/Photo+91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297862155727205778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us camwhoring when Syl was bathing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SYXJjiKn4qI/AAAAAAAAA98/e2Or9PllATs/s1600-h/Photo+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SYXJjiKn4qI/AAAAAAAAA98/e2Or9PllATs/s320/Photo+20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297862148975223458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SYXJjXsHHBI/AAAAAAAAA90/xVZrBqlEXOQ/s1600-h/Photo+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SYXJjXsHHBI/AAAAAAAAA90/xVZrBqlEXOQ/s320/Photo+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297862146162891794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so why are there no pics of me and Syl alone?&lt;br /&gt;You go figure :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-7462721618288069670?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7462721618288069670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=7462721618288069670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7462721618288069670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7462721618288069670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/02/smelly.html' title='Smelly'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SYXJj4xpVvI/AAAAAAAAA-U/FGB1Kpsk3f0/s72-c/Photo+37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-6077896358099880349</id><published>2009-02-01T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:53:16.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUM YUM YUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM CRAVING OUTBACK STEAKHOUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that night me and the boyfriend went for romantic night cycling. feel like doing it again also!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Crazy in loooove with youuuuuuu...........&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-6077896358099880349?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6077896358099880349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=6077896358099880349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6077896358099880349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6077896358099880349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/02/yum-yum-yum.html' title='YUM YUM YUM'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-2827871300848580710</id><published>2009-01-28T11:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:45:14.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Think.</title><content type='html'>I think this is the breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This is an emo post by the way, cos i think blogs once in awhile should have an emo post-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've been told that I'm not the smart one, not the one who strives for the best, not the competitive one.&lt;br /&gt;To my mum, I'm probably the pretty but dumb one of her children. She made it quite clear after the many times she's compared me to my bro and sis. The many scoffs and looks she gives when I tell her about my failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really been the best in class.&lt;br /&gt;And I give up whenever there's too much competition in the air.&lt;br /&gt;All the rush for academic success felt so superficial for me, so worldly that I didn't bother to be in it since I'll just do what I felt was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm approaching my third year, and soon to exit my school years to enter a world filled with adults and their business politics, and I'm clueless on where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long it has been that I wanted to prove people that I'll be okay and it's the end result that matters.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I never thought the day to decide my future will come so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it all brings me back to now being my breaking point because I'm feeling everything rushing in. All this while I knew what people thought of me, but I hid it to make myself feel all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I didnt know that all you ex classmates of mine scoffed when I received back grades and you got higher than me. Don't think I don't know that I failed miserably for PSLE and OLEVELS. Don't think I don't know that your English as better than mine even thought I try to flaunt my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I don't know you're better than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with a mum constantly telling me to 'catch up' with my life or else I will lose my communication among my friends.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell, it's not as if I'm a hillbilly and will lose all social techniques and graces. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all this. I don't need you to put me down further than I already am doing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've felt like this all my life and I don't need anyone to try and 'wake me up'.&lt;br /&gt;I hope now you all know and will never try to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-2827871300848580710?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2827871300848580710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=2827871300848580710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2827871300848580710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2827871300848580710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-you-think.html' title='What You Think.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-2062279216083611773</id><published>2009-01-27T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:28:21.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SX8mZjxWqvI/AAAAAAAAA9s/FAdHTJ8Gt10/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SX8mZjxWqvI/AAAAAAAAA9s/FAdHTJ8Gt10/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295993907351825138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebooking like crazy with Word Challenge cos I'm bored out of my wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to test my vocabulary and as encouraging as the smiley girl on Word Challenge is with her pretentious "Well Done" and all, this game is sneakily downright insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SX8mZlIFLbI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ietTbY68Ygk/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SX8mZlIFLbI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ietTbY68Ygk/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295993907715583410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their names for your achieved point are plain verbal abuse I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Names like : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caveman&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pro Wrestler&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheerleader&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you it takes so long to actually manage to get those points and they give you these statuses for it.&lt;br /&gt;After much playing, I have finally earned myself a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrity Chef&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... What the hell?! So you're telling me my english is good enough for Numbered How Tos with limited verbs like 'broil' and 'steam'?&lt;br /&gt;And putting the word "Celebrity" in front of it just makes it so much worse, cos it just implies you're stupid and need the media to get you your sales.&lt;br /&gt;Which then implies that my English in my recipe books are probably not good enough to be sold in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's worse is that you can imagine this smug look on the girl's face as she smilingly says things like "Wow your vocabulary with fruits and vegetables must be very good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SX8mZWLO3-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/1xJObTjX6vA/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SX8mZWLO3-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/1xJObTjX6vA/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295993903702269922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What! Most words didn't have anything to do with food lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's when I managed to actually finally qualify as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Student"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SX8mZgMsJoI/AAAAAAAAA9k/M1cSXdsWyxE/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SX8mZgMsJoI/AAAAAAAAA9k/M1cSXdsWyxE/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295993906392737410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her patronizing speech and fake front she tries to pull as she 'admires' me being a student and WANTS to be one too.&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;She and the guy that i am now are wearing the EXACT uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are from the same school!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thoroughly insulted by this game with my intelligence or what I am now feeling the lack thereof.&lt;br /&gt;Boo to Playfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like eating cheesecake in front of the teevee the whole of tmr without school, and just rot my brain and sense of socializing.&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks emo peoplez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-2062279216083611773?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2062279216083611773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=2062279216083611773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2062279216083611773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2062279216083611773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-myself.html' title='i hate myself'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SX8mZjxWqvI/AAAAAAAAA9s/FAdHTJ8Gt10/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-8033022273859587392</id><published>2009-01-26T21:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:00:10.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KA-CHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY ANG POW DAY EVERYBODY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's happy in their collections, despite the economic crisis going around. It's still the festive spirit of family, yes no?&lt;br /&gt;Holidays like these are always for the families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate most about this day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Working your ass off for that one red packet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if your parents practice it, but mine follows the tradition of words of blessings before you get to receive your packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have to think of those fancy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4Words Chinese Sayings&lt;/span&gt; that you put at the end of your Olevel Chinese informal letter.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i totally forgot what the informal letter exam is called in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was the type who researched the dictionary for that purpose. To search for cheem Chinese words that might earn me some extra points even though the rest of my letter seemed like crap.&lt;br /&gt;So it was either that the 4Words Sayings i chose didn't make any sense or I didn't use it in the proper context of what (What proper context? I mean, it's the 4Words on its own what) cos the damned examiner gave me a C5 anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my point is!&lt;br /&gt;That at today, early morning, with an unclear mind and rusty Chinese knowledge of what was there in the first place anyway, I was supposed to come up with suitable touching family phrases to earn my angpows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share the only 3 that came to my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bu Bu Gao Sheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Xue Ye Jin Bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shen Ti Jian Kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And believe me, I thought out for more as hard as I could, but these three just kept coming to me. Number (2) can't be used since I'm e only one in e family left studying. Number (3) just sounds like I think they're gonna die soon or sth. Number (1) Sounds like some business talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that random Ci Yu started coming to my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zi Gao Zi Da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zi Yan Zi Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ai Wu Jie Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I was like WTH?!?!?!?! How the hell are any of those supposed to help me earn my angpow?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end they let me say in English after I whined and kicked up a big fuss.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy either, me not exactly the type being lovey outwards towards my family. Especially when they were all waiting for only me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, me my bro my dad and mummy played mahjong!&lt;br /&gt;Wah super stress cos they were all damn fast. But I supposed I learnt quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;Won about two games. Not gonna tell you how many games there were in total. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But I had one extra super good game where everyone were damn shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone but me cos I was oblivious to what I did. I didn't strategize or plan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that mahjong is quite something to bond people.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad I learnt it.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to the boyfriend. I shall remember to give him credit when I bring him home.&lt;br /&gt;It shall give him plus points cos I think my family would admire his patience for teaching me.&lt;br /&gt;They seemed quite tired with me today ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;My mummy was getting scarily impatient, thank god my brother was playing to guide me through.&lt;br /&gt;But it was all good laughter and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And my mummy is like psychic too. She can like predict what cards you want and stuff. Haha damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She to my bro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You want _____ right?! I have it! You want anot?! You want then I give you let you game."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she takes a card and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the festive season, I also decided to paint my nails red and french it with gold.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, the colour of Angpow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SX3AUaXqXtI/AAAAAAAAA9M/5kizXCQfj3s/s1600-h/26012009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SX3AUaXqXtI/AAAAAAAAA9M/5kizXCQfj3s/s320/26012009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295600193766055634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoosh I am so on for Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New year guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-8033022273859587392?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8033022273859587392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=8033022273859587392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8033022273859587392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8033022273859587392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/01/ka-ching.html' title='KA-CHING'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SX3AUaXqXtI/AAAAAAAAA9M/5kizXCQfj3s/s72-c/26012009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-2582658568460818306</id><published>2009-01-16T06:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:03:36.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN YOU DALET</title><content type='html'>Yes! I got over the damn dalet with an awesome B+!&lt;br /&gt;Whoosh!&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather thrilled with just one more damn radio test to go and its overrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, still have other projects to struggle with, which I still am doing absolutely nothing about since i felt like it was a holiday after the last week of rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling kinda down these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I always get it, maybe it's the new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;It's the lack of self confidence and sometimes even the shame of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Which is horrible, i know cos I should be thankful for blablablabla.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I find myself wanting all sorts of attention and needing so much more love than I've been already given.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I'm like such an attention whore.&lt;br /&gt;But, yah I dunno what I'm dong anymore, I don't even feel like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I should have never cut my hairrrr. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's 7am, time to head off to school with a hideous outfit, one of many I've planned for school these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh i disgust myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, sorry, if this was emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-2582658568460818306?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2582658568460818306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=2582658568460818306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2582658568460818306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2582658568460818306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-you-dalet.html' title='DAMN YOU DALET'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-6631376680930017642</id><published>2009-01-10T11:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:02:42.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that jazz</title><content type='html'>It's so good to suddenly remember David Tao and his fantabulous music after all this while.&lt;br /&gt;Used to have loads of his songs that went God knows where so I quickly downloaded as much as i could once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/x6gatMZ8dF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=ff3333&amp;amp;primaryColor=330000&amp;amp;secondaryColor=993333&amp;amp;linkColor=990000"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/x6gatMZ8dF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=ff3333&amp;amp;primaryColor=330000&amp;amp;secondaryColor=993333&amp;amp;linkColor=990000" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=x6gatMZ8dF"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=x6gatMZ8dF"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=x6gatMZ8dF"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=x6gatMZ8dF"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/x6gatMZ8dF/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/NXwur5/music/H8l59M4X/david_tao_normal_friends/"&gt;普通朋友 (normal friends?) - David Tao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the best original songs he has. He re-did loads of oldies including 月亮代表我的心. Suuuper good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel great after this week! Can't believe it was just my first week of school. Felt like damn long.&lt;br /&gt;FA2 was crap, but whatever lah I thought about it for damn long still cannot think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to my ComIss group, a.k.a. Queens Of Bullshit, who managed to produce 28 pages of report in total after endless whining about the minimum 20 pages.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos from New Year Eve (Finally).&lt;br /&gt;I look damn fat, which explains the little photos posted up.&lt;br /&gt;These are the better ones already haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWgbO7rPI1I/AAAAAAAAA84/ZupDF3tmdd0/s1600-h/DSC02881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWgbO7rPI1I/AAAAAAAAA84/ZupDF3tmdd0/s320/DSC02881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289507705697805138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWgbO3jlRSI/AAAAAAAAA8w/q5cyWEj6ZQw/s1600-h/DSC02885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWgbO3jlRSI/AAAAAAAAA8w/q5cyWEj6ZQw/s320/DSC02885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289507704591959330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWgbOiZyOrI/AAAAAAAAA8o/cHiAhobDioc/s1600-h/DSC02880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWgbOiZyOrI/AAAAAAAAA8o/cHiAhobDioc/s320/DSC02880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289507698913721010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWgbOQMSVbI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Q2TGw_SqMgw/s1600-h/DSC02877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWgbOQMSVbI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Q2TGw_SqMgw/s320/DSC02877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289507694025266610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, cheers to the week being over!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-6631376680930017642?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6631376680930017642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=6631376680930017642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6631376680930017642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/6631376680930017642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-that-jazz.html' title='All that jazz'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWgbO7rPI1I/AAAAAAAAA84/ZupDF3tmdd0/s72-c/DSC02881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-6961674736504258805</id><published>2009-01-07T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:12:21.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://shandysim.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[16:02] Joycelyn              awesome possum.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menopause is a lot worst than PMS. I suffer from hot flushes and mood swings, mostly in the night. I will wake up in the middle of the night soaked in sweat and be in tears. I hate being wet. I am behaving like a spoilt baby (which I have little control over). I wonder how my mum and aunt tolerates my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your mum or someone close is menopausing, do spare a thought for them. It is certainly not easy to go through the period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[16:02] JONG.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;ahgahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[16:02] JONG.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;ever!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[16:03] Joycelyn              awesome possum.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;wah scary sia menopause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[16:03] JONG.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[16:03] JONG.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;hate being wet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[16:03] Joycelyn              awesome possum.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;she will just start crying and sweating lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[16:03] JONG.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[16:03] JONG.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;die lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[16:03] JONG.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;hope im not around anymore when u menopause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[16:03] JONG.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[16:03] Joycelyn              awesome possum.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;divorce lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[16:04] Joycelyn              awesome possum.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;go marry young girl lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[16:04] Joycelyn              awesome possum.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;then by e time she menopause u die liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[16:04] JONG.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;oh ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[16:04] JONG.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;gd idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-6961674736504258805?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6961674736504258805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-18839430826914416</id><published>2009-01-06T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:49:59.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYFRIEND GAVE A LOLLIPOP</title><content type='html'>romantic righhhhht :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWNuzE1XvuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/GpOjiFoKxc4/s1600-h/P1050683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWNuzE1XvuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/GpOjiFoKxc4/s320/P1050683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288192211213074146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big big one. heart shaped some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWNuzva-OPI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/-0Xq6NLxfn0/s1600-h/P1050684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWNuzva-OPI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/-0Xq6NLxfn0/s320/P1050684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288192222645074162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me trying to act like i'm part of a photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWNuyjZQLnI/AAAAAAAAA8I/A4FEFOJY06E/s1600-h/P1050686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SWNuyjZQLnI/AAAAAAAAA8I/A4FEFOJY06E/s320/P1050686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288192202236767858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, believe it or not, as happy as i look in the photo, i still find it extremely uncomfortable camwhoring like that in the comfort of my own bedroom to post on my website.&lt;br /&gt;How do people do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thats my butchered hair.&lt;br /&gt;Not much diff, thinking of cutting shorter and dyeing it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start to style it. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY TONS OF WORK TO DO PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-18839430826914416?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/18839430826914416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=18839430826914416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/18839430826914416'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>To drive your attention away from the picture posted below,&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS REALLY WARPED BECAUSE OF THE ANGLE,&lt;br /&gt;here are finally some photos from the holidays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAROLING ON THE 23RD:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV4-eiN0ocI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Q5er9tyQQLg/s1600-h/n504387406_1619043_4753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV4-eiN0ocI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Q5er9tyQQLg/s320/n504387406_1619043_4753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286731706881319362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV4-eZ2euMI/AAAAAAAAA6A/4cewuFSxBUw/s1600-h/n504387406_1618985_2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV4-eZ2euMI/AAAAAAAAA6A/4cewuFSxBUw/s320/n504387406_1618985_2232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286731704635930818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV4-eMluvHI/AAAAAAAAA54/sScHMOQKILI/s1600-h/n504387406_1618980_5006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV4-eMluvHI/AAAAAAAAA54/sScHMOQKILI/s320/n504387406_1618980_5006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286731701076016242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV4-drOXdiI/AAAAAAAAA5o/IANB6ynZyiE/s1600-h/PC230658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV4-drOXdiI/AAAAAAAAA5o/IANB6ynZyiE/s320/PC230658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286731692119651874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DROPPED BY FOR A NIGHT IN CAMP :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5Fat4r0XI/AAAAAAAAA6w/V6oanyxWWRs/s1600-h/PC120358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5Fat4r0XI/AAAAAAAAA6w/V6oanyxWWRs/s320/PC120358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286739337875804530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5FaYtDaBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/uCM3ea2FWwo/s1600-h/PC120359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5FaYtDaBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/uCM3ea2FWwo/s320/PC120359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286739332189874194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5FaH3WWCI/AAAAAAAAA6g/BwKF6RNW1gw/s1600-h/PC120357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5FaH3WWCI/AAAAAAAAA6g/BwKF6RNW1gw/s320/PC120357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286739327669655586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5FaNVbOdI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/sQYWY5SXp1U/s1600-h/PC110356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5FaNVbOdI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/sQYWY5SXp1U/s320/PC110356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286739329137981906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5FZ7MrVvI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kMpws-O2TfQ/s1600-h/PC110349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5FZ7MrVvI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kMpws-O2TfQ/s320/PC110349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286739324269450994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trevor and Dansen practicing a skit. Dansen was Paris Hilton ready to strip and tempt Trevor hahaha. He removes the sleeping bad by 'accident' as he lifts both arms in question going "What happen, what happen?" to Trevor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE CAROLING PRACTICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5GbIuMlBI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/yMhPSoCNv2A/s1600-h/n1050931112_1184338_4824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5GbIuMlBI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/yMhPSoCNv2A/s320/n1050931112_1184338_4824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286740444591199250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUNTY AI LING'S CHRISTMAS BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5GayEIhsI/AAAAAAAAA7I/hF2GKzIidA0/s1600-h/n718553238_1028342_6101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5GayEIhsI/AAAAAAAAA7I/hF2GKzIidA0/s320/n718553238_1028342_6101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286740438509192898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, superb grilled beef of the juciest tastiest quality:):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN CHURCH WITH CHRISTMAS TREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5Gax8-IAI/AAAAAAAAA7A/bwIXBBKu9ZA/s1600-h/PC140381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5Gax8-IAI/AAAAAAAAA7A/bwIXBBKu9ZA/s320/PC140381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286740438479151106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5GaW78qQI/AAAAAAAAA64/q7338sVfyuY/s1600-h/PC140384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5GaW78qQI/AAAAAAAAA64/q7338sVfyuY/s320/PC140384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286740431227103490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS LUNCH WITH FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5GbSmx4SI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/XOHPgLoEq5I/s1600-h/PC250666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5GbSmx4SI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/XOHPgLoEq5I/s320/PC250666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286740447244443938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS EVENT AT CHILDCARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5IBGq89PI/AAAAAAAAA8A/dw-CjW_0utk/s1600-h/PC180527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5IBGq89PI/AAAAAAAAA8A/dw-CjW_0utk/s320/PC180527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286742196387378418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5IA9QcsJI/AAAAAAAAA74/a8yGGGEV9n0/s1600-h/PC180500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5IA9QcsJI/AAAAAAAAA74/a8yGGGEV9n0/s320/PC180500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286742193860292754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5IAgj5jHI/AAAAAAAAA7w/pg_DfD8v59A/s1600-h/PC180495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5IAgj5jHI/AAAAAAAAA7w/pg_DfD8v59A/s320/PC180495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286742186157247602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5IATBrUgI/AAAAAAAAA7o/fgBo0uT205Y/s1600-h/PC180491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5IATBrUgI/AAAAAAAAA7o/fgBo0uT205Y/s320/PC180491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286742182524047874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baked fantabulous corn muffins for the kids to decorate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5IAD_vX2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/SEtuHw2rkQ4/s1600-h/PC170490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV5IAD_vX2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/SEtuHw2rkQ4/s320/PC170490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286742178489392994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Will post indiv posts for more on the IS event and the sleeopver with the besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting pictures makes me damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit dammit, school is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love the boyfriend who is the sweetest most caring one for me :)&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD POST A PHOTO OF US BUT BIRD HASN'T GIVEN ME ANY.&lt;br /&gt;and she always claims we never give her photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. okay so i didnt exercise the entire holidays.... SO WHAT. all of u fattys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-13802879538174599?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/13802879538174599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=13802879538174599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/13802879538174599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/13802879538174599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-to-prove-im-not-that-fat.html' title='JUST TO PROVE IM NOT THAT FAT.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SV4-eiN0ocI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Q5er9tyQQLg/s72-c/n504387406_1619043_4753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-2474264032989288432</id><published>2009-01-03T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:10:32.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WALAOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON CHUA SHAN SHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST YOU GO AND TAG FOR EVERYONE TO SEE YOUR STUPID COMMENT!&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT SMS ME PRIVATELY AND ASK AH?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE PICTURE VIEW MAKE ME FAT HOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-2474264032989288432?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2474264032989288432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=2474264032989288432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2474264032989288432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/2474264032989288432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2009/01/walaooo.html' title='WALAOOO'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-9149497237339127808</id><published>2008-12-28T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:50:03.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crochet Vest</title><content type='html'>FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SVeRLDsd2QI/AAAAAAAAA5c/pPuDBWq2SOE/s1600-h/PC280680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SVeRLDsd2QI/AAAAAAAAA5c/pPuDBWq2SOE/s320/PC280680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284852306898966786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY found it!&lt;br /&gt;After seeing this years ago in the episode where Betty made it for Archie, Reggie, Jughead and Veronica and noone liked it and she was so sad and I wanted so much to tell her that I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;That was like.. primary 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aweeeesomeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-9149497237339127808?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/9149497237339127808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=9149497237339127808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/9149497237339127808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/9149497237339127808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2008/12/crochet-vest.html' title='Crochet Vest'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nuydFkNMQgU/SVeRLDsd2QI/AAAAAAAAA5c/pPuDBWq2SOE/s72-c/PC280680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-5203315281639711060</id><published>2008-12-24T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:48:42.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Chistmas, Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to use my christmas layout every Christmas but I can't find it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I also dont recall using it last year. Haha, so i guess the tradition i tried to create was already broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas season happened so fast, I had things planned everyday and I'm still so drained from all that's happening.&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose one thing that has been happening was that this season made me spend quite abit of time with my family, which I suppose is something I haven't done this much in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;And it's good, every season when this happens, cos it reminds you about what comes first, no matter the circumstances in your life, and who will always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of picture to show, since, as i said, loads of things have been happening. But when there's too much to post I almost always never get around to uploading them, so.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, do not heighten expectations :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched How The Grinch Stole Christmas just now, and I love the little girl and am astonished to how she grew up to be bitchy, now gothic Jenny Humphrey in Gossip Girl. So difficult to still find her cute after seeing her in this light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Family Stone now, what a twisted movie to be shown for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY :)&lt;br /&gt;of what's left anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Happy loving Christmas to you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a time to love, and hence, maybe I'll spare my anger this time round.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just till Christmas is over Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it's more hurt than anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-5203315281639711060?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5203315281639711060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=5203315281639711060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5203315281639711060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5203315281639711060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-chistmas-happy-holidays.html' title='Merry Chistmas, Happy Holidays'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-7310372967711562367</id><published>2008-12-13T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:43:16.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse and Carriage</title><content type='html'>Dropped in to SSS camp on Thurs night to lead worship.&lt;br /&gt;Leading halfway kinda reminded me why I chose not to lead.&lt;br /&gt;The stiff faces staring blank back at me was again quite a discouragement.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I'm gonna continue, but I guess if God opens a door again I'll just have to walk through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp is so different now.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone used to get so hyped by the time it got to the second day.&lt;br /&gt;When i went there was still the air of unfamiliarity and discomfort. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;But the speaker was good, and I'm glad I went that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made alot of things so clear, and within that time span of about 2 hours, I really respected him for who he is today, who God made him out to be.&lt;br /&gt;And within that time span of 2 hours, I decided to really try to get to where he is today.&lt;br /&gt;God has a purpose for every single thing we do, and I'm really glad that I was meant to listen to that there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went on another tiring shopping spree with my mummy.&lt;br /&gt;No you didn't see wrong, i typed 'tiring'.&lt;br /&gt;She's spreeing for her company event lucky draw prizes.&lt;br /&gt;So i lugged around a dvd player throughout parkway to search for the many other items possible for prize.&lt;br /&gt;Also met Hanif at some Key Game thing Parkway is organizing.&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, should have trusted him hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be boring if i list to you my whole day activity, so i'll just highlight one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into CitiGems today to find the necklace for top prize.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh need to rant about how many guys i saw actually going into the shop.&lt;br /&gt;GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;Well, some were in a couple (I mean a girl-guy couple).&lt;br /&gt;But it just makes you swoon and go aww and start dreaming about how u want your guy to turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this indian guy who came in, presumbly buying for his wife (preferbly wife and not mistress), and he said to the salesman "Do you have a bracelet of rubies? She likes rubies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its so romantic when a guy can voice out what his woman likes so matter-of-factly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the salesman brought out the bracelet to show, the guy commented, "Personally I don't really like them. Find them too strong, but she likes them. I don't know why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHH.&lt;/span&gt; I think it really shows how much you care about a person when you're willing to spend so much on something you dont like but know the person likes.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's so typical for you to judge what you spend your own money on, and then not buy it. But to completely think about the person and disregard whatever you think, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wahhhh :):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so enough swooning.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;After that I say this other guy come in to buy a ring for his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's an engagement ring, but I'm suspecting it is.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I tend to make up fairytales in my head just to make reality in front of me so much prettier.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cos he was putting his index and thumb together to make out the size of her finger.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's like he measured secretly then held that measurement right!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG SO ROMANTIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the lone boyfriends, there were also couples lah, looking happy and shopping for jewelery.&lt;br /&gt;One with the guy patiently smiling and commenting on the necklaces the girlfriend was trying.&lt;br /&gt;Happily shopping with the girlfriend, how nice :)&lt;br /&gt;My daddy will just whine the whole day waiting for my mummy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a young old thing.&lt;br /&gt;But i really dont think my parents were ever like that either. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend, is it you're not gonna be like that too?&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I'm fat and still craving for beard papa.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a long boring picture-less post.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-7310372967711562367?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7310372967711562367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=7310372967711562367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/7310372967711562367'/><link rel='self' 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NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'VE BEEN CARRYING MY LAPTOP IN A HAVERSACK THESE DAYS AND IT FEELS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;LIBERATION I SAY.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I SHALL REFRAIN FROM DOING THIS FOR SCHOOL COS I DONT LIKE FOLLOWING TRENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THATS ALL BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-5915587172609589231?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5915587172609589231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=5915587172609589231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/5915587172609589231'/><link rel='self' 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cos e whole world seems to be finishing everything,&lt;br /&gt;I am dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-275287013932796176?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/275287013932796176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=275287013932796176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/275287013932796176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/275287013932796176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2008/12/wanted-job.html' title='WANTED: JOB.'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-1184380135060274679</id><published>2008-12-01T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:29:17.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 days to Christmas :)</title><content type='html'>Behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mark my words for I shall say, "Goodnight I am gonna sleep now."&lt;br /&gt;And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightnight! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-1184380135060274679?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-8984420058006355130</id><published>2008-11-24T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:47:17.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wanna be somebody?</title><content type='html'>It's so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why you can't get people to work for you?&lt;br /&gt;This is probably why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Mass Comm annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean the course by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad bad bad dream about radio presentation this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Wah it was so bad.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm so thankful that I'm awake and know how to make it not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I feel like quitting.&lt;br /&gt;It's been  burden all these while, and never much of a joy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they treat me like I'm somebody, sometimes I'm nothing.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be something, you make everybody feel like somebody.&lt;br /&gt;But noooo, I think they can handle it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care if you think this is you when you read this.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care what you think when you think this is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who don't think anything,&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the very vague post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never been those kinds who constantly fish for compliments.&lt;br /&gt;But what does it take for you to get one around here?&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at something, and i know it.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to bring that all down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-8984420058006355130?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226192.post-6417698916474664810</id><published>2008-11-19T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:38:51.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SFV6h6MXQkI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SFV6h6MXQkI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;It turns clockwise without me even trying, which means I'm more arty?&lt;br /&gt;Then when i try really really hard (I even try to do some mental sums to try to make it work) then it turns the other way.&lt;br /&gt;But soon it goes back again clockwise.&lt;br /&gt;So weird hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore the girl have boobs and lifts up one hand in the direction she turns.&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO THEY DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smart asses.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, reeeaaaal tired.&lt;br /&gt;Beddy Bye time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-6417698916474664810?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6417698916474664810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=6417698916474664810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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smile'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-1578159869088839540</id><published>2008-11-16T21:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:39:46.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Juliet</title><content type='html'>Quick Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Web D went better last week. But I still have something against him. I'm loyal to my hatred.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm so dead for Feature. I realized that last sem i actually got my article done well and good when he demanded for DRAFT. It's two days before my DEADLINE and I haven't even started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charcoal has been given back by e way. It seems that he was pretty happy and oblivious to everything since he's a puppy and all so it wasn't that bad to say bye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To add on, the girl who gave us Charcoal in e first place typed his name out as "Choco" in an sms to my mummy. So apparently we've been calling e wrong name after all and apparently after all this time of me being amazed to how he responds to his name, he responds to anything really.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Havin a little lurve trouble. Sigh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trimmed my own hair cos i was so sick of my dying split ends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay I'm done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i445.photobucket.com/albums/qq178/parcelsoflove/parcelsofloveheadercopy2.jpg" alt="http://parcelsoflove.livejournal.com/" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, something to promote.&lt;br /&gt;Berd ps me to start a &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://parcelsoflove.livejournal.com/"&gt;blogshop&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;with other friends.&lt;br /&gt;How terrible right.&lt;br /&gt;Sharon, Yantong we go start ours also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna continue groaning about my life.&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-1578159869088839540?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/1578159869088839540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=1578159869088839540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/1578159869088839540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/1578159869088839540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-juliet.html' title='Oh Juliet'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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-12226192.post-8044770294402079487</id><published>2008-11-06T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:20:45.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Screw web d.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've been this infuriated at a teacher for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it the more upset i get.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm usually rather respectful always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO SUCH PEOPLE EXIST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226192-8044770294402079487?l=thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8044770294402079487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226192&amp;postID=8044770294402079487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8044770294402079487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226192/posts/default/8044770294402079487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixteenthroute.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>thesixteenthroute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14198956255631610386</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>
