<?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-7173921819801958565</id><updated>2011-07-31T18:52:09.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Konpeito</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eve</name><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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173921819801958565.post-2987013508418078563</id><published>2009-12-30T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:32:22.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kambakkht Ishq</title><content type='html'>I was watching Kambakkht Ishq just now and there came a knock on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My postage arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked so...small - _ - !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't believe I paid 39 dollars for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clay is glittered though...kinda shiny and pretty and shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everything in Japanese. How wonderful. - _ -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are illustrations though but a yellow looking bottle thing with yellow looking liquid dripping on the white thing on top of a mold with a bunch of cute Japanese characters below doesn't tell me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I don't see any yellow looking bottle thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Time to search online. c:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-2987013508418078563?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2987013508418078563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/kambakkht-ishq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/2987013508418078563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/2987013508418078563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/kambakkht-ishq.html' title='Kambakkht Ishq'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-753017839699442481</id><published>2009-12-29T12:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:35:37.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke</title><content type='html'>Dang. Supposed to have a movie marathon yesterday with Jodie, Dan, Shan and Dom but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Dom o ^ o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go tanning with Daph on the 23rd but something else came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; _ &lt; !  I'm sorry Daph.     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.jlist.com/g5/STT152_p84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 278px;" src="http://images.jlist.com/g5/STT152_p84.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...I am broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 39 bucks and 29 cents? on that...that pink pretty looking thing above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a moment to console my poor, shiny, awesome, purple with a white heart purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hunted for a little note in small font that says "Prices are in blah currency" on the site but I didn't see any after scrolling up and down and looking all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Xinyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much cheaper than the ones sold in Singapore. Must be the tax and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed up for an account, looked through all their products, chose the one that I wanted, added product to chart and I clicked "check out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmed billing/shipping address, doubled-checked everything, selected "paypal" as method of paying and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all prices are in USD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cheated my feelings ; - ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Xinyi now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, according to the paypal exchange rate, 1 SGD = 0.690269 USD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.50 divided by 0.690269 = 28.24985 blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can I blame? I should also have read through the FAQs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I selected the shipping method and clicked finalize order and there came the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Description:Mousse-chan Kira-Kira Paper Clay Set ~ Sweet's Accessory,&lt;br /&gt;Item no:STT152&lt;br /&gt;Unit price:$19.50 USD&lt;br /&gt;Qty:1&lt;br /&gt;Amount:$19.50 USD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description:First Class Airmail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unit price:$7.60 USD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qty:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amount:$7.60 USD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;Now they tell me everything is in USD.  - _ - ||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have saved a few bucks if I chose the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slower&lt;/span&gt; shipping but upon seeing the little line of text which says "Shipping might take up to eight weeks during Christmas season", I told myself it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it is still cheaper than the ones sold here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I then clicked on the link and entered the paypal site, confirmed payment and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sent a confirmation e-mail like 9? hours later (not the automated ones) and another one, three hours later on the same day saying that they received the payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my order is ready for shipping. They sent one more mail triple checking the address and said they will ship my order the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite fast, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Hope it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I am not that unlucky. &gt; _ &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said we are going to AEON Bukit Indah Shopping Centre in JB on the 1st so if the package gets shipped out on the 26th and arrives on the 7th day...it would be on the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would be at home x _ x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible I tell you. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I also bought a Tiffany&amp;amp;Co. Bracelet and a necklace (The one on BOF) and it cost 26 bucks in total. No shipping cost and yes, it is in SGD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't beileve I spent 65 dollars on three items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-coughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya! More shopping on the first. Things should be cheaper at JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there once and the first shop I spotted was Etude House. ^ o ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nufo.amorepacific.com/upload_files/store/City%20Square.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 293px;" src="http://nufo.amorepacific.com/upload_files/store/City%20Square.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pink and princess-y. Okay. Not a very good picture of it cause it is supposed to look much pinky-ier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm going to try and make my mom buy stuff for me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Lee Min-ho is endorsing their men's product and though I am not really a fan of him, I have to say that he looks UBER CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want his poster. 8 D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-753017839699442481?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/753017839699442481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/broke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/753017839699442481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/753017839699442481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/broke.html' title='Broke'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-6611093616213060674</id><published>2009-12-03T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:33:51.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid M18 movie.</title><content type='html'>Zombieland. &lt;br /&gt;Rated M18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sneak in you'll need...&lt;br /&gt;1. Someone who is actually 18.&lt;br /&gt;2. A nice box-office person thingy.&lt;br /&gt;3. A nice ticket taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you get a terrible box-office person thingy who asks for the rest of your friends identification card or whatsoever, you tell him/her that your friends are somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she sells you the ticket, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! If he/she sells you the ticket, writes a "NO REFUND" behind each of the ticket and uses an orange highlighter to highlight the "M18" on the movie ticket, you might need more items like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tissue &lt;br /&gt;2. Isopropyl Alcohol. (The lesser the concentration, the better since you do not want the printed words to get rubbed away with the highlighter colour and stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just get a friend to rub the highlighter off the tickets and fold them so the ticket taker doesn't see the blue, ugly handwriting and doubled underlined "NO REFUND" behind the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the second part.&lt;br /&gt;Entering the theater itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Act old. &lt;br /&gt;Give a stupid gangster face if you must (especially if you are under 18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hide every single card/item that holds evidence against you.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, anything that has your birthday on it goes into your underwear or where-soever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If there is a bouncer staring at you, stare back for a little while and turn away. Of course, remember to show the stupid "I don't care if you are big and scary" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If the ticket taker does stop you and asks for your identification card and stuff, say that you didn't bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If he/she asks for your ez-link card/bus pass/whatever you use to take the bus or train with, say that you walk to school everyday or that your parents drive you around all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If the person hesitate, say that you are in whatever grade that a normal 18 year old should be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you STILL  do not get through, you complain. Kick up a fuss, make some noise, do whatever you need to do c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I promise that I will not touch another M18 movie till I actually TURN 18.&lt;br /&gt;I will not care if some hot Korean actor is in that m18 movie. (RAIN!! ; - ; )&lt;br /&gt;I will wait. (NNNUUUUU. NINJA ASSASSIN!)&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-6611093616213060674?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6611093616213060674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupid-m18-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/6611093616213060674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/6611093616213060674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupid-m18-movie.html' title='Stupid M18 movie.'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-5860030916715160938</id><published>2009-11-28T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:12:06.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyer and loads</title><content type='html'>I finally &lt;strike&gt;went&lt;/strike&gt; boarded the Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night sky in Singapore is beautiful. Now, if only there were some stars and even lesser people in the capsule, it would be perfect c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New moon was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;"MARRY ME BELLA"  says Edward. I squeaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob with hot body and all, squeaked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy lines, I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I'm waiting for Eclipse, which should open next year and yes, I'm still noisy in cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I AM &lt;br /&gt;Broke.Broke.Broke.Broke.Broke.Broke.Broke.Broke.Broke.Broke.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I have to resist temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Never bother a girl listening to her iPod. She wants to be alone, not bothered. She’s in her own world, where the only thing going through her head is music. A world where worries don’t exist. She’s tuning the whole “real” world out. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That applies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everyone says that love hurts, but that’s not true. Loneliness hurts. rejection hurts. losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality, love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is 12.16am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been sleepy for the past 3 hours or so but never once felt like leaving the computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-5860030916715160938?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5860030916715160938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/flyer-and-loads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/5860030916715160938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/5860030916715160938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/flyer-and-loads.html' title='Flyer and loads'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-629887121505379482</id><published>2009-11-25T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:11:01.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Kris</title><content type='html'>If only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-629887121505379482?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/629887121505379482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-kris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/629887121505379482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/629887121505379482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-kris.html' title='I miss Kris'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-7798294191221179741</id><published>2009-11-21T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:03:46.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I made Kris mad....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you make me feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-7798294191221179741?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7798294191221179741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-made-kris-mad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/7798294191221179741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/7798294191221179741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-made-kris-mad.html' title='I think I made Kris mad....'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-4670785058883271815</id><published>2009-11-04T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:55:12.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxi annoying</title><content type='html'>Today, taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eye roll-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was this Mercedes taxi. Lixin and I were debating whether to take it because we are not sure if there is going to be an extra charge and if the peak hour thingy started already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we could decide, some lady took the Mercedes taxi so obviously, we took the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, we boarded the taxi and the driver was like all unhappy that we did not board the Mercedes taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since you want to take a taxi, why bother about the extra 20cents that you pay if you took the Mercedes taxi? Just 20cents only."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that was what he said. (Well, there was something else but I can't remember everything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, if the lady did not board the Mercedes taxi, we would have boarded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, what has it got to do with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not like no one boarded the Mercedes taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, we are giving you easy money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is to drive my lazy bum to the interchange, drop us off, join the queue of taxis and get a new customer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 20cents, no big deal. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you giving us a discount of 20cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you did say "Just 20cents only"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. Russell Peters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"50 cent a lot of money. You save 50cents here then maybe you go somewhere else you save another 50c , then you have one dollar. Then you take your dollar, you go to the dollar store you buy something else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 cent also a lot of money. In fact, 10 cent also a lot of money you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know the whole story, just keep quiet. Is it really that difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I will not stop taking cabs from school to the interchange. Don't tell me it is a waste of money cause it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just pay around 30 cents more (provided you share it with three other friends) than your normal bus fare. (Provided that you did not buy concession)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have to squeeze with tons of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the air con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 30 cents more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to stop eating sushi just because of a maggot filled brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same theory as the smoking thing. Just because they place disgusting pictures of rotten teeth, oral cancer, neck cancer and stuff, it does not mean that you will give up smoking right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I know you agree with me c:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-4670785058883271815?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4670785058883271815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/taxi-annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/4670785058883271815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/4670785058883271815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/taxi-annoying.html' title='Taxi annoying'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-8586242126970259086</id><published>2009-10-28T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:50:48.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roach gone</title><content type='html'>I got a B for chem.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have decided not to do the Maths RJ.&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of kuku question &gt; _ &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and brave mommy caught the roach c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both me and my sister were like shouting for her when we saw it. After she killed it, she asked if that was a million dollars, will we shout for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahas. xp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-8586242126970259086?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8586242126970259086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/roach-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/8586242126970259086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/8586242126970259086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/roach-gone.html' title='Roach gone'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-2982345823959200802</id><published>2009-10-26T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:16:08.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>physics</title><content type='html'>Keith wrote "Every 20g added spring increases by 1.1cm"&lt;br /&gt;Faci read "Every dog...EH! Every 20g added, oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. _ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go LIVERPOOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-2982345823959200802?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2982345823959200802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/physics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/2982345823959200802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/2982345823959200802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/physics.html' title='physics'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-263736828758739627</id><published>2009-10-24T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:58:14.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying roach</title><content type='html'>There is a flying roach in the study room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked and called my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Mo-mom?&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Hello, what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Mom : I'm at ION, eating.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh, cause there's a flying roach in the room&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Oh&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;Me : So what do I do? -insert me whining here-&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Kill it?&lt;br /&gt;Me : But it flies! -insert face of shock-&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Well then what do you want me to do?&lt;br /&gt;Me : ... &lt;br /&gt;-changes topic-&lt;br /&gt;But how did it get in the study room?&lt;br /&gt;Mom : It flew in?&lt;br /&gt;-after processing it for 2 seconds...-&lt;br /&gt;Me : But we are on the NINTH floor!&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Oh, you'll be surprise.&lt;br /&gt;-I had a wtf moment here. Like seriously-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to know the rest of the convo cause it is boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with a rolled up newspaper on one hand and a can of baygon on the other, I approached the roach and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; _ &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; _ &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally decide to kill it, dear Mr roach decided to fly which caused a high pitched scream. Of course, running and grabbing my school lappy included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the current situation is that I do not know where the roach is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-263736828758739627?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/263736828758739627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/flying-roach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/263736828758739627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/263736828758739627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/flying-roach.html' title='Flying roach'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-4712005334328522682</id><published>2009-10-23T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:35:42.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff toy day</title><content type='html'>I brought Eeyore to school today! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw cookie monster, some rather noisy poo, pink dolphin/whale (they were debating about the toy having no fin so therefore, it is a whale), mouse, carebear, sheep and a doggie...somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for my screwed up physic presentation, I got a B.&lt;br /&gt;This proves that the chem faci, hates me. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- _ - "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during presentation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sameness&lt;/b&gt; was pronounced as &lt;b&gt;shameless&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;symmetry&lt;/b&gt; was pronounced as &lt;b&gt;cemetery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and how do you spread bread on kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how do you spread bread on anything for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. Class was fun today. Maybe because it is a Friday and nearly everyone (my team especially) went into holiday mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and laughed and laughed and screamed cause Shannon took my Eeyore away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not the point. The point is that my sister is back from camp! 8 D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had Secret recipe's grilled chicken thingy for dinner. It was awesome. Like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-4712005334328522682?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4712005334328522682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/stuff-toy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/4712005334328522682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/4712005334328522682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/stuff-toy-day.html' title='Stuff toy day'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-7498451493267086477</id><published>2009-10-22T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:52:48.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is stuff toy day.</title><content type='html'>I got my third C in a row for Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I gave up caring what DGs the faci gives me. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;If I put in the same amount of effort for every other modules and got B's, why do I get C's for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eye roll-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be mugging for my UTs, especially for Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I had pastamania with Cheryl, Sandy and Cal just the other day after the algebra workshop. It tasted...okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is the person that you eat with that determines the taste of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I ate pastamaina with...someone, it tasted terrible. Really. The spices and everything was so overwhelming that I hated it to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; _ &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today. Histone, histone, chromosomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was easier then expected and it was the first time presenting on mahjong paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom said it was good and our mahjong paper...fell off the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of reminded me of 命中注定我愛你. The part where Anson said everything was going to be okay and the wallpaper of 陳欣怡 kissing 紀存希 fell off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tomorrow is "Bring your stuff toy day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which toy should I bring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-7498451493267086477?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7498451493267086477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrow-is-stuff-toy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/7498451493267086477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/7498451493267086477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrow-is-stuff-toy-day.html' title='Tomorrow is stuff toy day.'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-5822666223401349337</id><published>2009-10-18T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:46:04.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls need to realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIy5wnhNzqk/Stsku01TvQI/AAAAAAAAABA/HjqeEqn9sXQ/s1600-h/tumblr_krc7n5JZJK1qziayeo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIy5wnhNzqk/Stsku01TvQI/AAAAAAAAABA/HjqeEqn9sXQ/s200/tumblr_krc7n5JZJK1qziayeo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393945365581118722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohmygosh. The bunny like cute a bit only!&lt;br /&gt;Ahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm re-posting this c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Girls need to know this was written by a guy!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We guys don't care if you talk to other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls (OR TEXTS) you,&lt;br /&gt;but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it can't wait till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/&lt;br /&gt;cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Advantage of the mood im in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us pay for you!&lt;br /&gt;dont 'feel bad'&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say 'thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to&lt;br /&gt;wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like you for who you are and not what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about how hott Chris Brown,&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word 'handsome'/'beautiful'&lt;br /&gt;i'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me&lt;br /&gt;with 'Hey handsome!' instead of 'Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy' or whatever else you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand im not sayin i woulndnt like it ether ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditch his sorry butt, disgrace to the male population&lt;br /&gt;and find someone who will treat you with utter respect&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say 'i love you' ..and actually mean it&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I don't use the magazines/media as my bible.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you wake me up at 2am by texting me, I might murder you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes my Itouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#%&amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-5822666223401349337?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5822666223401349337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-need-to-realize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/5822666223401349337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/5822666223401349337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-need-to-realize.html' title='Girls need to realize'/><author><name>Eve</name><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/_mIy5wnhNzqk/Stsku01TvQI/AAAAAAAAABA/HjqeEqn9sXQ/s72-c/tumblr_krc7n5JZJK1qziayeo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173921819801958565.post-8041989102957384196</id><published>2009-10-15T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:12:38.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>34 Great Reasons To Be A Man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;34 Great Reasons To Be A Man.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I laughed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Phone Conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;   2. You know stuff about tanks.&lt;br /&gt;   3. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;   4. You can open all your own jars.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Dry cleaners and hair cutters don't rob you blind.&lt;br /&gt;   6. You can go to the bathroom without a support group.&lt;br /&gt;   7. You don't have to learn to spell a new last name.&lt;br /&gt;   8. You can leave the motel bed unmade.&lt;br /&gt;   9. You can kill your own food.&lt;br /&gt;  10. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;  11. Wedding plans take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;  12. If someone forgets to invite you to something, he or she can still be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;  13. Your underwear is $10 for a three-pack.&lt;br /&gt;  14. If you are 35 and single, nobody notices.&lt;br /&gt;  15. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;  16. You don't have to clean your apartment if the meter reader is coming.&lt;br /&gt;  17. Car mechanics tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;  18. You can quietly watch a game with your buddy for hours without ever thinking: "He must be mad at me."&lt;br /&gt;  19. Same work...more pay.&lt;br /&gt;  20. Gray hair and wrinkles only add character.&lt;br /&gt;  21. Wedding dress - $2,000. Tuxedo rental - 75 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;  22. You don't mooch off other's desserts.&lt;br /&gt;  23. You can drop by to see a friend without having to bring a little gift.&lt;br /&gt;  24. If another guy shows up at the party in the same outfit, you just&lt;br /&gt;      might become lifelong friends.&lt;br /&gt;  25. Your pals can be trusted never to trap you with: "So, notice anything different?"&lt;br /&gt;  26. You are not expected to know the names of more than five colors.&lt;br /&gt;  27. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.&lt;br /&gt;  28. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;  29. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.&lt;br /&gt;  30. You don't have to shave below your neck.&lt;br /&gt;  31. Your belly usually hides your big hips.&lt;br /&gt;  32. One wallet and one pair of shoes, one color, all seasons.&lt;br /&gt;  33. You can "do" your nails with a pocketknife.&lt;br /&gt;  34. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-8041989102957384196?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8041989102957384196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/34-great-reasons-to-be-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/8041989102957384196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/8041989102957384196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/34-great-reasons-to-be-man.html' title='34 Great Reasons To Be A Man.'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-3907182571242187597</id><published>2009-10-15T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:46:04.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BCM screwed</title><content type='html'>I screwed my BCM presentation up.&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never screwed up so terrible before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-3907182571242187597?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3907182571242187597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/bcm-screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/3907182571242187597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/3907182571242187597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/bcm-screwed.html' title='BCM screwed'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-3478958482783660050</id><published>2009-10-14T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:43:30.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizzahut...slow</title><content type='html'>You know the place, with the red hat beside the name with a yellow underline across it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't?&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, their service is slow, slow and slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total, me, Sandy, Lixin, JiaYing and ShiChun wasted around 40mins waiting for all the food to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that 40mins period, we told at least five DIFFERENT waiter/waitress that we were missing a soup and a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same 40mins, we said at least three times that they can serve the ice-cream first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, you get the soup/drink first before the main course. Over there, the main course came first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and speaking of main course, they took one order wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, we needed to pay for the 10% service charge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me repeat, TEN PERCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SERVICE&lt;/b&gt;!! CHARGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. _ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to make our SERVICE charge worthwhile, we used up like half the bottle of cheese and well, got drink re-fills. I mean, the drinks are free flow so why waste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahas dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow's MCB and I've got a strict faci dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e _ e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy's class added a "dot com" after every sentence they say dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is rather interesting dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex class uses "a bit" dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like to use "a bit" in my sentences dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, add them both together and you get....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You a bit the dot com"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conclude that I'm a bit lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. Time to do RJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-3478958482783660050?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3478958482783660050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/pizzahutslow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/3478958482783660050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/3478958482783660050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/pizzahutslow.html' title='Pizzahut...slow'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-8014112246315335007</id><published>2009-10-13T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:28:18.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chem. Dino 3 legs. Worms</title><content type='html'>Today, I learnt that dinosaurs actually have three legs.&lt;br /&gt;Not two, not four, but three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learnt that other then monkeys (or so they say), worms do evolve into humans.&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say, human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, it is now 7.27pm and I don't see my RJ being opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvelous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-8014112246315335007?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8014112246315335007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/chem-dino-3-legs-worms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/8014112246315335007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/8014112246315335007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/chem-dino-3-legs-worms.html' title='Chem. Dino 3 legs. Worms'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-3689606265781550994</id><published>2009-10-12T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:17:07.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years in UK</title><content type='html'>I &lt;b&gt;do not&lt;/b&gt; believe in fairytales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for once...just once. I want my happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;Or even better, happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;So, just for now, just for tonight, let me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7173921819801958565-3689606265781550994?l=palpable-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3689606265781550994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-years-in-uk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/3689606265781550994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7173921819801958565/posts/default/3689606265781550994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palpable-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-years-in-uk.html' title='4 years in UK'/><author><name>Eve</name><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-7173921819801958565.post-8408420031214523125</id><published>2009-10-11T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:12:48.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>I've moved again as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep moving? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I don't want my friends to see what a pathetic life I have through my rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Get over it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, new class; W15F. New semester. New classmates. New facilitators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class W15F seems fun. Still not close with most of them...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New semester. Nothing new about that actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New classmates. Refer to new class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New facilitators. OHGOSH! I really, truly, whatever-ly don't know how to describe my new facilitators. Some are fun, some are hella strict, some are...well, boring? Long winded? I don't know. You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, chemistry is complicated. I do not take chemistry just to let you know. Try sitting in a class where nearly everyone is a chem student and the faci pretends that everyone knows chemistry. Or at least I think the faci thinks that everyone knows chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;BUT you could have shown deeper insight into the shape of NH3 by also discussing what happens IF there were NO lone pair (ie linking to the last slide in the presentation). As it is, you only touched on a very limited part of the PS (which we had already gone through in Meetings 1 and 2), though it was confidently done. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS = Problem statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, deeper insight and discussing what happens if there were no lone pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eye roll-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for the internet, I wouldn’t have known what “lone pairs” are. Not to mention the shape of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, it is like the first lesson, cut me some slack dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I hate/dislike my chem faci or whatsoever. I guess I just don't like the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a doctor babbling his medical terms in front of your face and expects you to know what is wrong with your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, she asked something about how many electron does the molecule have or something along that line. I seriously do NOT KNOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is on Tuesday. 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