<?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-3798740283268910440</id><updated>2011-05-03T17:57:50.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gloria</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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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-3798740283268910440.post-4092856626767929785</id><published>2007-12-16T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:26:17.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"and if you wanna cry, cry on my shoulder..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my most listened to song at the moment. tune's catchy, lyrics meaningful, and overall, comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my mood's on a definite downturn these days. i don't even feel the holiday mood cos i've got work, filming, editing, and i'm not even sure of my schedule yet. oh, and it's also my turn to prepare for my PP poster now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-4092856626767929785?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-3798740283268910440.post-6618660719393008784</id><published>2007-12-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:01:45.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've become so short with people lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cycle of the past few weeks is getting to me i think. it's been school, filming, editing, school, filming, editing and late nights everyday. plus the fact that it's an ongoing thing which has not stopped and is not stopping anytime soon, and i haven been prioritising well. and i think we're all getting sick cos we're stuck in vista plus air conditioning for around 13 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting used to the routine already. i feel like a machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today was heavenly cos we left at 730pm. it's a self-declared break....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-6618660719393008784?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/6618660719393008784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=6618660719393008784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/6618660719393008784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/6618660719393008784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-become-so-short-with-people-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-7478477603540951247</id><published>2007-12-10T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:29:41.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can rattle on and on and on about everything and anything in this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could barely concentrate during the interview with the host just now. think i only spoke up thrice. for other things, maybe it's time i stop being comfortable and just do what i'm supposed to do in the first place. felt so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to ease the stress, we had some camwhoring in vista just now. it's actually quite funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R11g3KK975I/AAAAAAAAAIU/k7OonjD8xkg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142372850266402706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R11g3KK975I/AAAAAAAAAIU/k7OonjD8xkg/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R11bVaK971I/AAAAAAAAAH0/v1Rf_JCAdys/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142366772887678802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R11bVaK971I/AAAAAAAAAH0/v1Rf_JCAdys/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R11bVqK972I/AAAAAAAAAH8/0tsGODR9t2I/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142366777182646114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R11bVqK972I/AAAAAAAAAH8/0tsGODR9t2I/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R11bVqK973I/AAAAAAAAAIE/cFInA5FIZ-c/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142366777182646130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R11bVqK973I/AAAAAAAAAIE/cFInA5FIZ-c/s320/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R11bo6K974I/AAAAAAAAAIM/sOxsyxxVkcc/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the glam photos. the unglams are a contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's training session with cameramen, i'll make sure i learn something. and also to go all out for class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-7478477603540951247?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/7478477603540951247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=7478477603540951247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/7478477603540951247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/7478477603540951247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-can-rattle-on-and-on-and-on-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R11g3KK975I/AAAAAAAAAIU/k7OonjD8xkg/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798740283268910440.post-4811591114583286431</id><published>2007-12-09T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:50:16.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these are the people i'm watching the sun go down with everyday for the past few weeks and the many to come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R1vmBaK97yI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gbio_t67EOo/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R1vnfKK970I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5DS-LqwPoWY/s1600-h/cheeseN+whiskers040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141957922065870658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R1vnfKK970I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5DS-LqwPoWY/s320/cheeseN+whiskers040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R1vmB6K97zI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZpUfDtw-Wek/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141956320043069234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R1vmB6K97zI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZpUfDtw-Wek/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, all happy faces. i'm actually generally happy when we're chionging every night, but i haven included the implications inside. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired all of a sudden. okay. i am tired the whole week. for today, i went service in the morning, and slept half my afternoon away. i think it's not good for me to be exhausted, cos i start thinking too much. or rather, i stop guarding myself, which is really not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is the last week before a 3 weeks break. but i'll be spending the break working so i'll have enough cash so i can afford not to work when school reopens again. eh actually, i realise i won't even have time for work in january until the entire thing is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what i need now actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-4811591114583286431?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/4811591114583286431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=4811591114583286431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/4811591114583286431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/4811591114583286431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/12/these-are-people-im-watching-sun-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R1vnfKK970I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5DS-LqwPoWY/s72-c/cheeseN+whiskers040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798740283268910440.post-7557061717763702108</id><published>2007-12-05T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:44:36.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just when i thought i can take a break for a while, CNA proposed we shoot again, coupled with their advices and suggestions. so, it simply means chionging all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm thankful for the great teammates i've been given cos they really really really make everything much more bearable and even enjoyable..! though it's staying back again and again, this is one of the few projects i've been thrown into that i'm willing to give my 110%. God is good...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, determined to help make team 5's video the best it can be, the most professional it can be. i don't care that it's supposedly gonna be somewhat more raw as compared to what the big companies produce. as far as possible, students can do it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, it's gonna be a busy schedule up till i dunno when. but i know, that i cannot allow busyness to take over my time for jesus. the past few weeks, i realised that the more busy i got, the more i needed to go into my prayer closet. and it'll remain the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-7557061717763702108?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/7557061717763702108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=7557061717763702108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/7557061717763702108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/7557061717763702108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-when-i-thought-i-can-take-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-8961474877225774503</id><published>2007-12-02T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:16:03.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found these two sec 3/4 pictures in my mom's phone, which was my old phone. i think it's so interesting. compare and contrast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R1KulaK97vI/AAAAAAAAAHE/X0qiBhubetE/s1600-R/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139362082486873842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R1KulaK97vI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oxDESRtvCRM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R1KulaK97wI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PtkI7WIbHCk/s1600-R/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139362082486873858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R1KulaK97wI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AxPzBRkiMuk/s320/0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R1KvXaK97xI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AScyNyhCFQ0/s1600-R/Photo0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139362941480333074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R1KvXaK97xI/AAAAAAAAAHU/givdSM6DTNA/s320/Photo0402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, i don't look like i lost any weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-8961474877225774503?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/8961474877225774503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=8961474877225774503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/8961474877225774503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/8961474877225774503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-found-these-two-sec-34-pictures-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R1KulaK97vI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oxDESRtvCRM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798740283268910440.post-8214992197416835702</id><published>2007-11-30T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:45:01.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mark D'Oliveira is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he accepted my explanation for wanting to change specialization :D so i'm now a Media and Entertainment student. but i guess the computer hasn't recognized it, so i can't rechoose my elective as of yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i conclude, E2 vista is my second home. i snack, crap, slack, hang around with mac desktop and dv tape there after school the past few days. and tomorrow i'm visiting it again. i realised once again that school in the morning and afternoon is really different from school at night.. and i think i prefer it at night. much more homely. haa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-8214992197416835702?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/8214992197416835702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=8214992197416835702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/8214992197416835702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/8214992197416835702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/11/mark-doliveira-is-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-5104922091708611956</id><published>2007-11-27T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:21:44.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had fun with jun and heather (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt lazy so i decided not to work tonight and guess what? my manager sms-ed to say he'll be out of town so we only resume work next monday. i was initially happy but also anxious. cos, no work means no money! but nevermind, i guess it'll be fine. anyway, that also means i have more time to contribute for post production stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at heather's place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R0wJ0wCm9cI/AAAAAAAAAG8/42gjMs3OXHc/s1600-h/Photo0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137492076776584642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R0wJ0wCm9cI/AAAAAAAAAG8/42gjMs3OXHc/s320/Photo0403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R0wJ0QCm9bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xRXulCftpEA/s1600-h/Photo0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137492068186650034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R0wJ0QCm9bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xRXulCftpEA/s320/Photo0402.jpg" 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/3798740283268910440-5104922091708611956?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/5104922091708611956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=5104922091708611956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/5104922091708611956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/5104922091708611956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-fun-with-jun-and-heather-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R0wJ0wCm9cI/AAAAAAAAAG8/42gjMs3OXHc/s72-c/Photo0403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798740283268910440.post-134238305974240357</id><published>2007-11-25T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T19:20:02.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we went to film at taka. approaching people to ask if they willing to be interviewed. i felt like a sales person trying to clinch deals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall it was quite enjoyable, i dunno why. lol. and this time CNA shot us for behind the scenes and interviews. and until just now, i honestly didn't know a producer has to personally film stuff as well! but it's so cool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but filming is really no glam. it's like i come home sweating after every shoot. but nevertheless, fulfilling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, heather's coming back tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-134238305974240357?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/134238305974240357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=134238305974240357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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earlier than if i had to work though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm surprised i still have the energy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm stuck on RJ question. but anyway, i'm celebrating &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow. haha.. okay, pictures of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R0WXggCm9XI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xQ91TEPrxyo/s1600-h/Photo0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135677534698403186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R0WXggCm9XI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xQ91TEPrxyo/s320/Photo0397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? that black top is Shirley's cardigan worn backwards and tied at the back so my print tee shirt couldn't be seen. this was shirley's creative costume design. it's actually pretty cool! she reinvented the function of the clothes. haha. and i was pulled in as presenter at the last minute cos of our wardrobe crisis. i was NG-ing like 20 times initially. sorry guys! :X hope CNA accepts this shoot cos i honestly didn't look that fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R0WXgwCm9YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4l90JIXGQh4/s1600-h/e24e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135677538993370498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R0WXgwCm9YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4l90JIXGQh4/s320/e24e2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jocelyn, me, and mira! imac's camera is just too cool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R0WXhACm9ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/igbujg34SD8/s1600-h/e24e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135677543288337810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R0WXhACm9ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/igbujg34SD8/s320/e24e5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;team photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R0WXhACm9aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ogU-jl5xCpA/s1600-h/e24e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135677543288337826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/R0WXhACm9aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ogU-jl5xCpA/s320/e24e3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so masculine. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-4661162168269122885?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/4661162168269122885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=4661162168269122885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HEATHER LIM AI XIN IS COMING BACK! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-5727082228210361759?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/5727082228210361759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=5727082228210361759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/5727082228210361759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/5727082228210361759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/11/heather-lim-ai-xin-is-coming-back-d-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-5554618989789241531</id><published>2007-11-20T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:04:42.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to head down to work tonight! (as well as managing to rush my RJ in time for submission) anyway, thank God i went down. i need the $$. i need to clock tomorrow and thursday as well. i hope i feel awake enough to make it down. as well as doing the filming, which we're supposed to finish up by like, end of friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been bunking in with my mum the past 2 nights cos my dad's overseas. and i'm happy being in the master's bedroom. haha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-5554618989789241531?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/5554618989789241531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=5554618989789241531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/5554618989789241531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/5554618989789241531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/11/back.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-1709716000671031478</id><published>2007-11-16T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:53:42.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello to you, my dear reader (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is becoming a weekly news update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today marks the end of 1 out of the 5 weeks of school till my next vacation. i can hardly wait. i think the one week of hols last week was really helpful, in a sense. at least i feel more recharged. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 2 tests this week, another 2 next week. and i just realised a few minutes ago that, i have a pile of work to complete! okay, i think it's too exaggerated. not exactly a huge stack of stuff to be done this weekend, just, things i really need to complete because my next week is like, packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to clock three nights of work cos i'm running low on cash on hand, and we've got the CNA story to shoot by end of next week too. which basically means, i may have to cut down work, or not go for PM, or unable to go for one day or more days of the shoot. but cannot. i need to film. have to see how next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep now. but i ought to be studying :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-1709716000671031478?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/1709716000671031478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=1709716000671031478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/1709716000671031478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/1709716000671031478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-to-you-my-dear-reader-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-8074556409015623476</id><published>2007-11-11T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:52:13.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Already you have all you want! Already you have become rich! You have become kings- and that without us! How I wish that you really had become kings so that we might be kings with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it seems to me that God has put us apostles on display at the end of the procession, like men condemned to die in the arena. We have been made a spectacle to the whole universe, to angels as well as to men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are fools for Christ, but you are so wise in Christ! We are weak, but you are strong! You are honored, we are dishonored! To this very hour we go hungry and thirsty, we are in rags, we are brutally treated, we are homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We work hard with our own hands. When we are cursed, we bless; when we are persecuted, we endure it; when we are slandered, we answer kindly. Up to this moment we have become the scum of the earth, the refuse of the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needed a wake up call. so abrupt and miraculous, it had to be the holy spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. i promise, i will run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-8074556409015623476?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/8074556409015623476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=8074556409015623476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/8074556409015623476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/8074556409015623476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/11/already-you-have-all-you-want-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-1388988402385704010</id><published>2007-11-11T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:47:43.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i totally forgot about PP posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to forget, the story idea for CNA, study for UTs, and LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for this semester to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-3798740283268910440.post-4724384495294702780</id><published>2007-11-06T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:28:54.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my holidays unofficially begins now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday till today was spent mostly in the wake. and i really really really don't like to attend such events. today was the worst i think. cos my parents and relatives are affected the most, so they were really upset at the cremation. it's not as if i wasn't affected in the least bit but i just have this weird and uncomfortable feeling the entire time. ok i need to change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to school after everything for the meeting with the team from CNA. actually it's only the producer and, ok, i dunno what's the vocation of the other lady. :X but it's the team anyway. it's quite scary, we have to come up with the pre and post productions by ourselves and keep generating story ideas starting from like, now. yah it's exciting but goodness, i'm no pro at technical stuff till now. at least a year 3's teamed with us. the program will go on air on 1 Jan 08, lasting for a few weeks. gosh, time really isn't much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm finally going back to work tomorrow and i hope george doesn't kill us :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. but meanwhile, it's PLAYTIME! i have to enjoy this one week while it lasts :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-4724384495294702780?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/4724384495294702780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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funerals. the whole atmosphere is just depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more sleep. i want more of You. why can't i just have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-2063594964020668367?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/2063594964020668367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=2063594964020668367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/2063594964020668367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/2063594964020668367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-funerals.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-1564212876887155580</id><published>2007-10-31T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T16:28:21.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was suddenly struck with the thought to paint something. and so i did that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Ryg6ud876QI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PbRExbBzcrY/s1600-h/Photo0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127412745749915906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Ryg6ud876QI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PbRExbBzcrY/s320/Photo0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the colours dimmed somewhat as compared to the actual artpiece. i've no idea why i drew this but the hand is mine. wahah. i used tissue paper again to create the tactile texture.. i also experimented with impasto but it isn't really obvious. it's at the red paint area. oh well. i'm not much of a painter, but this is just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i can't wait for holidays next week. though it's only one week, i think it'll be a good break. and i want this semester to end fasttttt. at least for year 3, me, jiamin and charlene are in the same specialization :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from school, there's nothing else. cos i didn't go to work. i so need to find holiday jobs again. my pay for october is pathetic :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-1564212876887155580?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/1564212876887155580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=1564212876887155580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/1564212876887155580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/1564212876887155580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-suddenly-struck-with-thought-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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 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that's not who i am and that's not where i'm comfortable at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this semester's off to a good start for one or two of my modules and the rest are yet to be seen. but i'm thankful for it all. if i compare this sem and last sem's grades, this sem looks more promising from week 1 to week 6. but i still feel anxious. haa. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if i say i haven't thought of backsliding, i'm lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-3106794852101379354?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/3106794852101379354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=3106794852101379354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/3106794852101379354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/3106794852101379354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-7203358387602617671</id><published>2007-10-22T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:56:14.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm quite scared i really chose the wrong specialization for year 3. i didn't end up choosing the specialization which i came to RP for. i settled for art and design cos i'm really exasperated quickly at the use of cameras, and i figured media and entertainment will require alot of use of cameras and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i hope i get to work with CNA for the upcoming series! and yes, this is one of the factors making me so troubled. that is so a 'media and entertainment' aspect and i really wanna be part of it but i chose an art and design specialization. uh huh. so what do i really want? and what will i end up doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-7203358387602617671?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/7203358387602617671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=7203358387602617671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/7203358387602617671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/7203358387602617671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-so-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-7456443339218129865</id><published>2007-10-17T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:10:10.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i survived production practicum today. hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more times of that module and i'm free from it forever, hopefully. btw, i chose art and design specialization for year 3 and i can just imagine the horror if i don't get it and instead am thrown into media and entertainment. no pre nor post-productions for me ever again please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm already looking forward to my 4days sem 1 and 3 days sem 2 of school next year! oh, and i was so whining for lectures during break yesterday that i can't wait to enter U so i can actually not participate but just absorb information during school hours. at least i think all Us adopt the teaching style, private or local. i think. anyways, spoonfeeding can be cool yao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-7456443339218129865?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/7456443339218129865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=7456443339218129865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/7456443339218129865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/7456443339218129865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-survived-production-practicum-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-1818223629878683198</id><published>2007-10-14T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:44:31.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly, thanks to everyone who wished me! i really feel honoured! so, personal thanks to heather, kim, maggie, jasmin, phileo, nithiya, wing, lowyon, zach, ivan, yenling, elizabeth, min er, weilong, charlene, siewleng for the wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cg celebrated my bday as well and the card is so cute! valerie and xueni did it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxItoqwKSbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RgMrgvTVwm0/s1600-h/Photo0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121205902967982514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxItoqwKSbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RgMrgvTVwm0/s320/Photo0358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIto6wKScI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J0L5Kki9Pj0/s1600-h/Photo0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121205907262949826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIto6wKScI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J0L5Kki9Pj0/s320/Photo0359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so creative! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cellgrp, i went home and almost immediately left house again to meet up with supposedly only jiaen. ha! but i kept having suspicions since the time she ask me out cos she's so not the kind who will always go out one on one. i think. hahaha. so i kept having suspicions that she luring me out. haha. i wanted to change the venue to bishan cos i didn't feel much like wearing anything more fancy than my republic shirt and white shorts. haha. but jiaen reply say wanna shop for her friend's present at town. then i just felt so suspicious at that time can. haha. but i didn't wanna think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we met at somerset mrt and my pinky's acting is uber good! LOL. so i believed it's only gonna be a date with her until she purposely make us go sit inside pastamania and i saw the rest! haha. jiamin, jc, huiyan were sitting inside already.. i was so touched! so we ate and then they prepared oreo cheesecake. muahah. yummy. so after dinner we left to go play foosball and i saw arlana! but just gave a quick hug then she had to go into the lift liao. ahha. abruptness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played halfway and linghui came (: and i like the flowers she gave! sweet smelling and looking. hahaha. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after foosball, we went to this ice cream crepe place at B1. the chairs are so comfy! haha. and there we ate AGAIN. yummy ice cream crepe. me huiyan and jiaen shared one and linghui and jiamin one. had alot of fun crapping with the girls, from choking experiences to braces, to daily grades, to facis, to rock culture, to many other random things. haha. we sat there for quite long i think. okay, pics here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oreo cheesecake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIwmqwKSdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sUTNhQMGtnc/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121209167143127506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIwmqwKSdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sUTNhQMGtnc/s320/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIwmqwKSeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UnHH5n-3bN4/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121209167143127522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIwmqwKSeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UnHH5n-3bN4/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we broke into the boundaries surrounding those friends of ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIwm6wKSfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9NjPgNBYWPg/s1600-h/DSC00519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121209171438094834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIwm6wKSfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9NjPgNBYWPg/s320/DSC00519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIwm6wKSgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7NWFHnyiZ1U/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121209171438094850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIwm6wKSgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7NWFHnyiZ1U/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiaen killed this ice cream by placing it on the table when she duno wad to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIwm6wKShI/AAAAAAAAAFs/E7POZQ_EexQ/s1600-h/Photo0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121209171438094866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIwm6wKShI/AAAAAAAAAFs/E7POZQ_EexQ/s320/Photo0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIxZKwKSiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_p-fiY6E4kk/s1600-h/Photo0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121210034726521378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIxZKwKSiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_p-fiY6E4kk/s320/Photo0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RxIxZKwKSjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0qPJDkDEuCg/s1600-h/Photo0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121210034726521394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798740283268910440.post-2213285152322115027</id><published>2007-10-10T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:01:33.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{edit}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think this bloskin is seriously intriguing. i dunno if i should describe it as cute, or cool. it was a random decision to change blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i think i'm sooper fickle. one minute i'll feel like doing one thing, the next minute, another. i dunno if people around me feel exasperated or not. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dug out the cds zach gave me a few months ago. i just got addicted to some of those songs again. one cd's the emo kind, the other's the really.. i dunno how to describe. just songs from Jack's Mannequin. lovely. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, i'm quite intrigued. i wonder if it's the joy of God, that's making me go to school feeling much lifted than the week, excuse me, weeks before. i do want to keep this up though, life's much brighter this way. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{edited}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, am so not a technical, software inclined person. oh my gosh. how i survived DMA last sem, i do not know. and how i'm gonna survive Production Practicum this sem, neither do i know. let's just call it DMA 2, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was videoing and i was so not motivated after a while. haha, i'm really a novice in equipments and functions of those buttons on the camera. that also goes with FCP kinda stuff. and next week we're doing webpage. how in the world am i gonna score?? too bad i can't drop this core module. rah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-2213285152322115027?l=antiqued.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-3798740283268910440.post-5743782967763497020</id><published>2007-10-04T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:34:41.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week has been the weirdest emo week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so disturbed by 2 videos i had to watch today in relation to class. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Note: contents can be disturbing)&lt;/span&gt; so, first, it was a documentary on how pigs, cows, chickens and so on, are abused before slaughtering. and it's really abuse to the max. they showed stuff like having newborn baby pigs having their ears cut off. with no painkillers. and the poor baby pig was squealing like nobody's business. then a cow was castrated with no painkillers as well. it was tormenting to watch la.. wa, really felt angry at those seemingly heartless people doing all those abusive stuff like they are dealing with non-living objects. it's like, though they are animals, watching them jerking in pain and really crying out was really heartbreaking can. i could barely bring myself to eat my chicken for dinner man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another video which asyraf showed the team was on abuse of cats and dogs in china. they were crammed together in cages with barely room to move their limbs and were unceremoniously thrown off the truck while being in the cages. some of them have broken limbs cos of that. btw, some still have their tags around their neck, meaning they were stolen from owners and sent to abusive farms. oh gosh. and the worse part that i watched, was when a dog was skinned alive by a man. and i stopped watching from that moment. really couldn't take it alr, really can cry lor. just can't understand why those people can do such things. so evillllllll can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, TGIF tomorrow. but i've got work after school and i've no idea how i'm gonna finish up LJ and PP by end of this week. schoolwork's piling up indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-5743782967763497020?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/5743782967763497020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=5743782967763497020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/5743782967763497020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/5743782967763497020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-week-has-been-weirdest-emo-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-7498969156302919526</id><published>2007-09-28T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:54:29.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of school has passed, and surprisingly, it hasn't been that dreadful. and i pray it gets better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i got used to the changing of classes and meeting of new faces nearly everyday, i start to appreciate that some of my core modules are really enjoyable. i like expression of form and story writing! but production practicum is a big nono for me. oh my gosh, designing websites is so not my cup of tea. okay, i'm not a talented artist who can draw well but i still prefer that over handling software related stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, my main motivation of getting up to go school everyday is to wait for breaktime so i can hang out with the girls from sem 1 E24f. they make school so much more exciting. lol. another motivation is God. i realise as school days drag on, i need more and more strength and i desire the presence of God more than ever before. just to taste heaven and remember why i'm actually still here. wahah. but sad to say, childishness got the better of me a few times this week and i havent been the best daughter when i'm at my childish antics. and i'm sorry. but i can't say it as i wish i can, not this period of my life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm really sleepy and i actually UPDATED, like wow. hahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-3798740283268910440.post-488066605741202261</id><published>2007-09-22T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:02:24.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where are you when i need you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-488066605741202261?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/488066605741202261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=488066605741202261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the three sets of classmates. but i'm thankful for one or two of my girlies in my new class from mondays to wednesdays. okay, tmr and fri is gonna be totally new faces in E24E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, monday was school and work and so tuesday was extra sleepy for me. got home 5 plus today and didn't have the energy to leave the house again for bs. i think i need to adjust my schedule so i get to rest after school. currently my only free time i have after school is tuesdays. okay, i'm so gonna shift one of my work days to saturday in two weeks' time as well as bs to sat's. good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. anyway, expression of form started well but i guess scenography's grade's not gonna be good for this week. but i have the confidence it is and it'll all be fine (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-5950616610789351147?l=antiqued.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-3798740283268910440.post-6146610862942480164</id><published>2007-09-14T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:58:03.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here with aching legs. whyever they are feeling sore, i've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm so happpy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos, i went SHOPPING, with miss elizabeth chia! oh my gosh. it's really THE ultimate mood booster la. haha. it was an impromptu and abrupt decision to go buy new clothes cos, i've no money to afford new stuff. but, i'm thankful for my wonderful mother. hahah. i asked from her cash for shopping and she just gave it to me. hahaha. but what's important is that i only spent $20! 2 tops for $10 was really ultimate. oh yes, i shopped at bugis street. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pampered myself with grilled chicken and fries for my super early dinner. yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i left for work and worked earlier and longer today. gosh, the new office is in such a desolate area cos u gotta walk in. i expected it to be in an office building. lol. after work, george sent me to potong pasir mrt and i'm seriously gonna be tired out when school starts. the new office location is gonna make me reach home 11 plus instead of the 1030pm i've been enjoying. oh, and charlene resigned alr.. :( char! i'll miss working with you!!!! but nevermind, i'll see you at breaks when school reopen. hahaha. oh! and linghui is gonna start work! :D yay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've decided not to work tomorrow cos i wanna enjoy my last day of holiday. so i'm going swimming with zaza chia (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-6146610862942480164?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' 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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-3798740283268910440.post-7469230285586820346</id><published>2007-09-12T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:21:10.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, class allocation is out and i'm disoriented! cos, i have 3 different classes for 5 modules and i can hardly remember which class is for which module. plus, everyday different classmates though it may be the same classroom allocation. ah yo yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i already know some people in my classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, people i know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mon) E24J - Expression of Form: cynthia, zat, nana, hadi, sheng, meihui&lt;br /&gt;(Tues) E24M - Principles of Scenography: only sheng and eunice&lt;br /&gt;(Wed) E24J - Production Practicum: wing, hadi, cynthia, louis, nana, sheng&lt;br /&gt;(Thurs) E24E - Character Design: kang ye, zat&lt;br /&gt;(Fri) E24E - Story Writing: kang ye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. my. ahhhhhh. only haf wing and meihui for mon and wed! and gosh, hadi and nana are like fated, still in the same classes! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. have to make friends all over again man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God monday starts with meihui, who's gonna bom pa, bom bom pa with me! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-7469230285586820346?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/7469230285586820346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=7469230285586820346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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home at night. or maybe it's just lack of exercise. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in summary, we went window shopping around bugis junction, sat down at terra cafe to surprise JC and linghui with the cake wing bought and brought especially for us! (thanks wing! :D) oh ya, n we played arcade while waiting for the rest of the ahem, latecomers :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and jiaen went to play the drums at the arcade. oh my gosh, we couldn't even get past the first stage! LOL. one dollar gone in a few seconds sia. wahaha. i guess i can only play drums with my fingers on my laptop. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the cake and everything, we went to eat steamboat.. but, i couldn't eat much. i think my $15 abit wasted. lol. but it's okay, nan de we go eat steamboat together. haha. after that we headed to esplanade to nua and take photos. esplanade has a nice sea/river view. but i feel when it's at night, the buildings and the lights from the scenery of esplanade actually look like any from other countries. it just occurred to me. ha. guess cos buildings will just be buildings. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today, i broke my dieting days. lol. i ate biscuits like nobody's business and i felt so happy! LOL. went to eat pastamania and oreo cheesecake somemore. wa. i feel my fats. muaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we celebrated JC's birthday today! so ytd was with the girls and today with my cg members. cool. jc, u touched not? haha! jk. okay i'll just post the pics from ytd and today la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday girls! (jc and linghui)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7VevTetfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AJDVlC7A9Go/s1600-h/4-9+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106753751555683826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7VevTetfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AJDVlC7A9Go/s320/4-9+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls at terra cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7Ve_TetgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LZEt_FGd5AU/s1600-h/4-9+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106753755850651138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7Ve_TetgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LZEt_FGd5AU/s320/4-9+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7VfPTethI/AAAAAAAAAEE/joUXZ52ZM5k/s1600-h/4-9+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106753760145618450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7VfPTethI/AAAAAAAAAEE/joUXZ52ZM5k/s320/4-9+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esplanade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7VffTetiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/u1qr2O0O8qQ/s1600-h/DSC05444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106753764440585762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7VffTetiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/u1qr2O0O8qQ/s320/DSC05444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in esplanade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7VfvTetjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/y0O3SSfhN_g/s1600-h/DSC05449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106753768735553074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7VfvTetjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/y0O3SSfhN_g/s320/DSC05449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the reason why we chose this spot to take pics is cos of the banner at the right hand corner. we learnt that about that story: butterfly lovers, in HoA. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7W8fTetkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oFIceG3O_2Y/s1600-h/PIC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106755362168419906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7W8fTetkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oFIceG3O_2Y/s320/PIC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and jc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7W9_TetlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6qapmz5qeqQ/s1600-h/PIC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106755387938223698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7W9_TetlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6qapmz5qeqQ/s320/PIC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;standing: leo, kit, gloria&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sitting: zhihao, jc, gloria(also)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7XBfTetmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zlXXTyIMzto/s1600-h/PIC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106755448067765858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7XBfTetmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zlXXTyIMzto/s320/PIC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i look weird. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7XCfTetnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i2-EQ27iqyI/s1600-h/PIC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106755465247635058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7XCfTetnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i2-EQ27iqyI/s320/PIC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im sleepy. night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-833763561467234857?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/833763561467234857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=833763561467234857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/833763561467234857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/833763561467234857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/09/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rt7VevTetfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AJDVlC7A9Go/s72-c/4-9+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798740283268910440.post-4284928750813331843</id><published>2007-08-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:01:34.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>List out your top 5 birthday presents you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New mp3 player! Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;2. erm&lt;br /&gt;3. uh&lt;br /&gt;4. dunno&lt;br /&gt;5. dunnno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tag you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pinky! Aka jiaen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with her is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girlie from E24f!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of her:&lt;br /&gt;- Annoying&lt;br /&gt;- Irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah kidding. She’s nice, funny, hilarious, good listener, lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passing me her version of dtx mania. Haha!! Jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go play drums together? (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Love her. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;Her drum skills, become perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. if he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love her. Bible says love your enemies. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er. She dowan to love her brain anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. the most desire thing you want to do for him/her now is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. the character you love of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faithful. Wahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. on the contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. the most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. for people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care and love u too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for people whom i've hurt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry and pls forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for people whom i love and treasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sky fall down, I still there 4 u. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. pass this quiz to 10 person that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. heather&lt;br /&gt;2. kim&lt;br /&gt;3. JC&lt;br /&gt;4. huiyan&lt;br /&gt;5. meihui&lt;br /&gt;6. charlene&lt;br /&gt;7. wing&lt;br /&gt;8. elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;9. linghui&lt;br /&gt;10. jiamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahhahah. Super E24f la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is no.6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, I dunno leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;female!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAH. I’ll attend their wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout no.8 and 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dunno each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cjc science!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jazz. (: right lizzie? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.1 has any siblings ? 3 sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo no.3 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's great! but I want boy.. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no.7 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah! two health conscious ladies can’t get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.4 single ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure.. But she has loads of __________. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the nickname of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the hobby of no.4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking around the canteen. Muahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do no.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup I think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is no.2 studying at? cjc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk something casually about no.1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my super good friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you try developing feelings for no.8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, sisterly love? Wahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukit batok? Sry linghui! I noe somewhere there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. huiyan u like purple? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are no.5 and 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can intro. I think they’ll get along well! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.7 likes no.2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get to know no.2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;st nicks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that I know of. Wahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew... there! finally done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-4284928750813331843?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/4284928750813331843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=4284928750813331843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/4284928750813331843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/4284928750813331843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/08/list-out-your-top-5-birthday-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-9083770179371783672</id><published>2007-08-27T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:25:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. seriously should have opted to go for the elective module this holiday, even if it means regular school everyday and work as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. this is only the first day of holiday and i wonder how i'm gonna survive 3 weeks. this is exactly what happened last holiday. thoughts running wild cos i'm cooped up at home just for a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-9083770179371783672?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/9083770179371783672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=9083770179371783672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/9083770179371783672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/9083770179371783672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-7845729823791271245</id><published>2007-08-25T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T10:14:42.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahah! mr yong msn-ed me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yonger says:&lt;br /&gt;Hi, hope you and your "Quiet Zone" classmates enjoy a noisy, lively hols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gloria? says:&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gloria? says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks mr yong. u haf a great holiday too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-7845729823791271245?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/7845729823791271245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=7845729823791271245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/7845729823791271245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/7845729823791271245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/08/wahah-mr-yong-msn-ed-me-yonger-says-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-4933600122581531544</id><published>2007-08-24T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:42:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of school today! but i'm so gonna miss the girls in E24F! you guys really brought alot of joy and laughter into my life during this semester and you're really one of the nicest people i've ever met! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we went taka baby fair to pay a surprise visit to jiamin after school just now.. missed having her in class the last week! so was really glad to see her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to have dinner at food republic and then shopping at cottonon!! that's the shop i saw in melbourne last year and it's so cool that they've started business here. i love their clothes! haha. me, JC, and meihui ended up trying on clothes there and the rest went to sit down somewhere. :X i cldn't resist buying a dress. me and jc got one each cos it's 2 for $30! hahah.. but i seriously still need some shopping therapy. gosh, i so need to work more this holiday to replenish my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rs6ZnvTeteI/AAAAAAAAADs/gnQTGCd5pVo/s1600-h/SP_A0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102184335849469410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rs6ZnvTeteI/AAAAAAAAADs/gnQTGCd5pVo/s320/SP_A0533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so must put this photo up! kopped it from pinky's blog. wahhaa. this is the ultimate display of patriotism from E24F. the bears are being mari-kita-ed. wahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-4933600122581531544?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/4933600122581531544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=4933600122581531544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/4933600122581531544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/4933600122581531544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-day-of-school-today-but-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/Rs6ZnvTeteI/AAAAAAAAADs/gnQTGCd5pVo/s72-c/SP_A0533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798740283268910440.post-2184023106875767057</id><published>2007-08-20T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:57:13.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's the last lesson with Mr Yong! it was so funny, to play Second Life in second meeting and having all the teams together in the game, exploring artworks. hahah. Pinky Fride(jiaen's character) rocking with the guitar and unable to put it down was really amusing la.. waha. Mr Yong's "stop running around" and urge for us to put down that guitar was classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went work with charlene after school just now. gosh. another day of sleeping late today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa, i need concealer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-2184023106875767057?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/2184023106875767057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=2184023106875767057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/2184023106875767057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/2184023106875767057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/08/todays-last-lesson-with-mr-yong-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-3483509282425721662</id><published>2007-08-18T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:05:21.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E24F!</title><content type='html'>Because of my pinky, aka jiaen, pestering me to BROG, i've decided to finally write down what's happening in my life online! wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, I DOWAN TO CHANGE CLASS!! boohoo. this semester is ending and i seriously didn't countdown to end of school term for the past few weeks. each week has been fun fun fun! i've really enjoyed the company for the girlies the past few weeks that it seemed like school can go on forever. actually i'm feeling this way(sentimental) is cos that jiaen went to post "vitamin C's Friends Forever" song on her blog and got me emo! and i went to download that song btw. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough emo-ing. pictures are here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oops, first picture already acting emo. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RsXSsvTetXI/AAAAAAAAACs/43LNCPl2_KY/s1600-h/Photo+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099713819121202546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RsXSsvTetXI/AAAAAAAAACs/43LNCPl2_KY/s320/Photo+24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br 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style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RsXSr_TetUI/AAAAAAAAACU/OEyrxsz1i1k/s320/7+sins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RsXUm_TetZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IXjo9a9Y81I/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099715919360210322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RsXUm_TetZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IXjo9a9Y81I/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that's it for pics for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-3483509282425721662?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/3483509282425721662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=3483509282425721662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/3483509282425721662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/3483509282425721662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/08/e24f.html' title='E24F!'/><author><name>Gloria</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://bp3.blogger.com/_HM1QB_G1E0o/RsXSsvTetXI/AAAAAAAAACs/43LNCPl2_KY/s72-c/Photo+24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3798740283268910440.post-6845234950653717982</id><published>2007-06-05T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:59:59.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i so can't be left home alone. this is only the second day of holiday and my nostalgia's getting worse. i keep thinking about sec 4 times and the times i haf with people like kim, heather, zhijun, maggie, huiren, claudia etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start thinking once again what i'm missing out by leaving cjc and those wonderful T6 friends. but above all, i really miss the company of those who were with me during Os year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been too long that i haven stepped into huiren's house for the fun of it, walked around compass point with maggie, crapped with claudia, had k box sessions with jun, stayed over heather's house, having H2H talks with kim. far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess life is ever changing and progressive. so much have changed for me since graduation from st nicks. a choice have been made and things have been amazing. i wonder if it is just that i'm not learning to be contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year is indeed a year full of events one after another for me. but nevertheless, it's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-6845234950653717982?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/6845234950653717982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=6845234950653717982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/6845234950653717982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/6845234950653717982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-so-cant-be-left-home-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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-3798740283268910440.post-9181815161853159775</id><published>2007-05-27T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T20:53:05.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i suddenly feel i'm back to knowing jesus for the first time again. the feeling of when you just feel so close to Him, as though you never want to lose this feeling ever again. it's like, He's my closest friend i can ever have in my lifetime, and through eternity. i'm currently listening to this song by Avalon, titled "everything to me". this was the song that made me fall in love time and time again with God since around 3 years back. and back then, i had nothing but God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing how my life has turned around since then (: ok actually, how my life has turned around since a year and few months ago. the choice was made and since then, i changed in my committment level and it's the best choice i could have ever made. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to the present. gosh, i doubt anyone reads this blog anymore since i went MIA for a few months. but that's good too. wahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i survived this past half year which God scheduled for me with various events after events in prefect timing. let's see.. first it was school till february. work before and after CNY. easter drama production. benny hinn crusade. school reopen. pre u seminar which ended just 2 days ago, and emerge conference coming up. i shall not talk much about the seminar though. but i gotta say, 4 nights without the freedom of quiet time sure wasn't healthy. i guess it's true how i would take advantage of the fact that i get to spend quality time with God in my room. i missed the luxury of spending time in the presence of God when i was at the seminar cos i really needed it and i guess that's what keeps me going daily. but i'm glad i survived. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm gonna be random again. i just remembered how jesus answered my prayer during sec 3. the simplest prayer i prayed, yet the most answered by God. after those 2 to 3 years, i can still remember how i felt jesus with me as i was praying, and listening to me with His eyes filled with concern and love. i didn't see it, but i knew it. listening to the song mentioned above really gets me in tune with God..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3798740283268910440-9181815161853159775?l=antiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/9181815161853159775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3798740283268910440&amp;postID=9181815161853159775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/9181815161853159775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3798740283268910440/posts/default/9181815161853159775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antiqued.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-suddenly-feel-im-back-to-knowing.html' title=''/><author><name>Gloria</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></feed>
