<?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-19376805</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:28:04.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival of the Weakest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Qimin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>847</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-7198477904113794544</id><published>2009-03-06T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:14:34.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"from now onwards, her majesty qimean will be journalling on her LJ!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter made me haul my ass over to LJ. From now, I'll be updating there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QiMean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-7198477904113794544?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/7198477904113794544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=7198477904113794544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7198477904113794544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7198477904113794544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-now-onwards-her-majesty-qimean.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4016522343392016453</id><published>2009-03-06T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:26:33.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had only 2 hours of lesson today. Started at 12pm ended at 2pm. After that, Amanda, Daphne and I headed to Northland Shopping Centre to look for jackets and stuff. I think we bought every other thing but the aforementioned jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a Juno shirt from JayJay's at $15. How wonderfully cool is that. Within 10 mins of my new purchase, I see some woman wearing it:( Here it is anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SbEieyJvrKI/AAAAAAAABKY/Xik53o1ZS_c/s1600-h/SNV35236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SbEieyJvrKI/AAAAAAAABKY/Xik53o1ZS_c/s320/SNV35236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310063347900591266" 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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SbEiIVr4o_I/AAAAAAAABKQ/eyvs9IqZoxU/s1600-h/SNV35237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SbEiIVr4o_I/AAAAAAAABKQ/eyvs9IqZoxU/s320/SNV35237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310062962302034930" 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;Love the back:D Jayjay's rock. They have Spongebob and Elmo too. And stupid things like Hello Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped from 3plus till just before 6pm. Then, I headed to the city to meet up with my STC friends. There was Chun Lei and Amanda Lim from Monash and WeiQi and Stacy from Melb Uni. And I from La Trobe. Had some Greek food which was too much. It was a meat platter for 4 spilt among 5 people but we still couldn't finish. Chit chatted and caught up with each other. Then we took a tram to some gelato place. Wonerful Roche and durian gelato there. OMG. When was the last time I had durian?? Totally heavenly. By the time I got back to La Trobe, it was close to midnight. Yea. Going to Summerhill Village to try and get my jacket from Target tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-4016522343392016453?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4016522343392016453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4016522343392016453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4016522343392016453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4016522343392016453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/03/had-only-2-hours-of-lesson-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SbEieyJvrKI/AAAAAAAABKY/Xik53o1ZS_c/s72-c/SNV35236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-2441379296673286281</id><published>2009-03-05T05:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:17:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! It's cold out right now. Woke up at 7am to go to the gym. It was freezing cold but I still managed to get up and brush my teeth before having breakfast. Then I decided it was too frickin' cold out to walk to the bus-stop. Stupid excuses. My fat cells are multiplying exponentially as I speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boys are the messiest creatures to ever exist. Stupid boy neighbours can't clean up after themselves after cooking. Now there's a bad smell coming from th sink. I almost puked while washing the dishes I used for breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-2441379296673286281?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/2441379296673286281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=2441379296673286281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2441379296673286281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2441379296673286281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-its-cold-out-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-929624328712936501</id><published>2009-03-04T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:27:39.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder how many ways are there to say, 'MY TIMETABLE ROCKS!!!" Mon and Wed are my least heavy days. I had lessons at 10am-11am this morning and I have another one from 3pm-4pm and I'm done. How shiok is that? And this morning was basically just a talk cock session. It was just the Podiatry students in my group coming together to introduce ourselves. Our discipline mentor is this guy called Daniel Bonnano and he's great. I remember him as "the banana guy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can so get used to uni life here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-929624328712936501?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/929624328712936501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=929624328712936501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/929624328712936501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/929624328712936501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wonder-how-many-ways-are-there-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-7655238547281011201</id><published>2009-03-03T06:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:10:51.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was super boring yesterday. I only started at 3pm so I spent a good part of the morning attempting to access the Tower 5 laundry room with my La Trobe card. Supposed to have finished my laundry by the time I left for school but the admin woman only activated my card when I got to her the second time. So I only finished washing the clothes before class and left them in the washer, praying no one would steal my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was a boring affair. The LT was packed full! First lect was a joke. It was an hour-long briefing on PW stuff basically. Me and my friends were about to fall asleep. Second lect was slightly better. At least they told us the text we'd need to buy. Everything after that was just a shameless promotion of the book and what is included shrink wrapped with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my friends and I decided to head down to Sports Centre to check it out, but not before I went to look for my clothes and put them in the dryer. Sports Centre was ok... Signed up for the free trial classes like Pilates, Squash Coaching and Boxing Fitness. Haha. NO LES MILLS!!! So I'm not going to join after the trials cos you have to pay guild fee(105 for a year) on top of sports centre access fee(1 month 53) and another fee of ard 60-70 for classes you wanna take up. What a rip-off. I'm going to go to the YMCA nearby which has Les Mills and cheaper (80 basic fee +50 a month, unlimited access to gym, classes and pool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a very naughty thing after that. I don't think it's safe to say here lest I get caught. Hit me on MSN if you wanna know. It was naughty but it was super thrilling and damn bloody satisfying once I pulled it off. At night, my residential college had a study focus group thing. They started yesterday and would be having it every Monday onwards. It was super boring yet again cos we haven't really started classes so the whole session, we were just trying to come up with something to say about the course. I found out that Chem and Physics would be used quite extensively in Health Sciences but there were people who have done neither of the subject. I was thinking, "YEAH BABY! Head start! I hope the Chem and Phy involved is the type I've already learnt. And none of that penetrating nonsense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After peer mentoring, I headed to Glenn(another residential college, mine's Chisholm) to hang out with my friends at one of their rooms. I'm so moving there next year. Yea. We talked cock and watched Changeling till midnight. The movie was good as much as I hate to admit... I refused to watch it in Singapore cos of Angelina Jolie. As much as she's saint-like with all her humanitarian work etc, I'll always think of her as "the other woman". But seriously, it was worth watching just cos the storyline was absolutely amazing. I didn't like AJ's acting though. I'm no expert but what I saw was basically a series of facial expressions ranging from pursing her lips half the movie to opening her eyes wide and yelling something in rage/sadness. Cinematography was good though. Clint Eastwood. Going back was quite scary in the dark. Luckily, after walking a short distance, my friend remembered the security van service. We called them and they picked me right up to send me back:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-7655238547281011201?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/7655238547281011201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=7655238547281011201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7655238547281011201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7655238547281011201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-was-super-boring-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4897664082230259390</id><published>2009-03-01T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:58:45.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School tomorrow. My friend has helped me get my timetable sorted out and it's surprisingly bare. I only have school from 3pm-5pm tomorrow. I'll prob spend the morning doing laundry or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gt my gym stuff settled. Found a super near gym(compared to Melb Central) near my school. It has many Body Attack and Body Pump classes and maybe , if I'm up to it, I'll try Body Step(again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church with my uncle(Dad's distant relative) and his mum(the elderly lady whom you saw at the airport). They picked me up from school at 10am and we drove down to the church. It's pretty different from anything I've ever experienced before. All my life, I've been exposed to contemporary churches but this one was the traditional type of Christian church. They observe a certain format to their services and this congregation was pretty small compared to the thousands strong congregation at Expo I'm used to. But the service was great and I no matter what, I felt that I really took something back from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, 3 of us went to Box Hill for lunch. Box Hill is this place in Victoria where most of it's population and businesses are Asian. Had a lunch of pork chop rice and 2 types of dumplings shared among the 3 of us. The portions were huge! Like the dumplings were like fist-sized things with skins so thick, they filled you up pretty fast. And there were each about 15-20 pieces of each type. OMG. You wouldnt believe it! Took some of the leftovers back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on the way out, I bought Bailey's-filled chocolates!!! Yumm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SapcOQfrX-I/AAAAAAAABKI/zyTdr6I2jt0/s1600-h/SNV35235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SapcOQfrX-I/AAAAAAAABKI/zyTdr6I2jt0/s320/SNV35235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308156510825308130" 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/19376805-4897664082230259390?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4897664082230259390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4897664082230259390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4897664082230259390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4897664082230259390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SapcOQfrX-I/AAAAAAAABKI/zyTdr6I2jt0/s72-c/SNV35235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-1847166770553226174</id><published>2009-02-28T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:27:49.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was Survival of the Fittest:Mario VS Bees of Doom. Naturally I won. Haha. Yea. There were bees in my room today. It started with 1. It was flying around like crazy and I was shit scared that it'd sting me. The somehow it landed on my table, looking like it was struggling or something. Then I placed the tissue box on it. Dumped it outside. Then freaking got another one which came in. I don't know how. All I know is that I now understand why there are so many dead bees near the window pane and why the previous resident left a bottle of Mortein in the room. I sprayed the second bee like crazy. Sprayed he whole window and the openings for extra protection. Not long after, I hear another buzzing noise and found another bee on the window. Sprayed that little bugger as well. Oh, before I left to get groceries, I heard more buzzing. Was so scared tat the whole colony would come that I ran out! When I got back, my room was bee free. Haha. Go me man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SakC-ouIu1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/HEOonGwxTqQ/s1600-h/SNV35226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SakC-ouIu1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/HEOonGwxTqQ/s320/SNV35226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307776910938913618" 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;Bee#1 begging for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SakC-4Kn0lI/AAAAAAAABKA/iapBoEvLbpc/s1600-h/SNV35227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SakC-4Kn0lI/AAAAAAAABKA/iapBoEvLbpc/s320/SNV35227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307776915084923474" 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;#2 dead! It's the one on the right... the  "freshest" looking one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SakCDx-7ZZI/AAAAAAAABJg/TiF2iibWDbE/s1600-h/SNV35228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SakCDx-7ZZI/AAAAAAAABJg/TiF2iibWDbE/s320/SNV35228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307775899812980114" 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;All the dead bees from 12 CH past and present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SakCEa2FmoI/AAAAAAAABJw/qe9OCq5aFAQ/s1600-h/SNV35231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SakCEa2FmoI/AAAAAAAABJw/qe9OCq5aFAQ/s320/SNV35231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307775910781753986" 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;This bird was outside my window making a lot of noise. I think it's the culprit to my early morning wake up calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-1847166770553226174?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/1847166770553226174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=1847166770553226174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1847166770553226174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1847166770553226174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-was-survival-of-fittestmario-vs-bees.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SakC-ouIu1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/HEOonGwxTqQ/s72-c/SNV35226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-8703708657486109083</id><published>2009-02-27T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:47:49.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been quite busy today for some reason. Looking back, I didn't really do much but somehow, it seems my day was quite packed. Left for the gym at 10.45am to catch the 12.15pm Body Attack class. After that, I popped by the asian groceries store to get some chestnut snacks. Then, I took a bus back to campus. By then, it was already 3pm. Made myself some fried rice with stir fried veg and chicken. Then proceeded to hand wash my dirty gym clothes(going again tomorrow) and the 2 new tops I bought from Supre. I love the fact that when you hand wash things here and hang 'em up in your room, within a few hours, on the same day, they're completely dry. AMAZING! In SG, you have to wait ages cos of the humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I slacked around till abt 5.45pm when I went off to meet FOCUS people. FOCUS stands for Fellowship of Overseas Christian University Students. Haha. Smart eh? It's my first week so I was quite nervous. I didn't know anyone. My friend, Amanda, who came last week didn't come today cos she was too tired after shopping at the market(which reminds me, I'm out of food). Anyway, Amanda came back last week gushing about some Aus guy whom we now know as "Mr Perfect". Haha. Will come back to him later. The fellowship involved loads of people, from students to people working at La Trobe, even to people who have already graduated. A lot of them are from Indonesia, China, there was a smattering of Singaporeans and Malaysians, Hong Kongers an Indian and a Thai. Oh, and like 6 Aussies. The fellowship was at someone's house just outside the Uni. We had dinner there followed by some praise and worship and bible study. Really had fun today and bible study was good, like so much more in depth than those I've ever done before. Seriously should've gone for this last week instead of the Eagle Bar. What the heck was I thinking? Am thinking of going to the camp they'll be having. It'll be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Mr Perfect. He's some Aus guy who my friend thinks is bloody handsome. And really, he is. Haha. He seems to be the leader of the group. He hasn't spoken to me yet sadly:( He's too short for me in any case. And my friend already has a crush big enough for the both of us. Hehe. I met this other Aus guy who led us in bible study. Chatted with him for a bit. He thought I was from China, as do most Aussies I've met. It's so weird. Like the China people don't think I'm from China. But the Indians and Australians do. The journey back home saw me trying to communicate with this China guy in Chinese. There was this other Aus guy driving us back and luckily, he didn't understand us. Otherwise, he'd be laughing too hard from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-8703708657486109083?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/8703708657486109083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=8703708657486109083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/8703708657486109083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/8703708657486109083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/been-quite-busy-today-for-some-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-7254496705496449974</id><published>2009-02-26T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:23:16.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for bar night. OMG. Most uncomfortable night in my life. There we were, 10 of us(4 from SG, 1 from Mexico, 1 from India, 1 from Japan and another 2 from Australia) meeting up and waiting to have a good time. It was crowded at the bar tonight. There was barely enough space to dance so there we were, squished up on the dance floor, wiggling our bodies within whatever space we could find. I had more bums rubbing against me than I care to imagine. We totally got split up and 1 of us left earlier cos her heels totally bashed her feet. I was in flats but my feet got bashed just the same from people jumping on them while dancing. And some random angmoh guys asked me and 2 other friends to take a picture with them. Like, "Excuse me! We so do not know you." But we were too busy looking for our friends that we just took the damn picture and moved along on our way. After a while, the 3 of us gave up and just hid in a small corner to wait for the others to reappear. When they finally did at 12am, we all left. I must say, although the night was wild, the uni still makes every effort to ensure the safety of the students. There were policemen at the entrance of the bar and the entrances of my hostel. The RAs were also at the bottom of the towers to ensure that everyone got back safely and no outsiders snuck into the hostel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-7254496705496449974?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/7254496705496449974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=7254496705496449974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7254496705496449974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7254496705496449974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/went-for-bar-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-8342504262490244964</id><published>2009-02-25T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:40:35.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't really do much today. Just did an introductory lecture to Podiatry. The cohort is frickin small. 90 or so people only. We couldn;t even fill up an LT which is about he size of the smaller LTs in CJ. The lecturers just briefed us on what is to happen next week and how to go about navigating the LMS to find our timetables. Gave us a super long handbook on things about the course like how to go about in clinicals and how lessons are conducted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at hostel then of to 'Introduction to Human Physiology and Anatomy' which was another common sense talk. Crap lah. After that, I headed to Melb Central for gym. 1 hour journey back and fourth. Thank God it'll be over by March. I think I haven't mentioned that I froze my Fitness First membership from March til November. Yea. Seemed the only logical and economical option for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to make rice for dinner. Did it in a microwave. Had to wait a super long time and add more water in halfway. Turned out edible. Did a stir-fried veg+chicken+mushroom dish which was seriously quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's out partying tonight. I hope to fall asleep by the time they get back so I don't hear the noise. Noise is a problem in my tower. My friends from the other residential colleges have it worse. Shits. Hopefully, when school starts, everyone will wake up their idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-8342504262490244964?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/8342504262490244964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=8342504262490244964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/8342504262490244964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/8342504262490244964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/didnt-really-do-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4826787113829977307</id><published>2009-02-23T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:33:49.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>23rd Feb. My birthday. 7.45am. Fire drill. Not fun when you slept at 2.30am. Everyone was half asleep while assembled at a grass patch behind the hostel. By the time we went back, we had an hour left till the 9am compulsory talks at Radford Hall(some hall in the hostel). Didn't go back to sleep so I changed and ate breakfast. I really should've just gone back to bed. I could tell that not everyone was there. And the talks were boring. They told us things we could've figured out for ourselves like what[s sexual harassment and sports centre stuff and counselling services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did enrolment in the afternoon. Health Sciences international students' enrolment was today. Found out that in a class of 90 Podiatry students, 7 are internationals, 5 of which are Singaporeans. Enrolment was a long drawn out process of being welcomed by different departments of the Health Science faculty as well as a process of filling out forms and shit. I have to choose an elective for Sem 2. Was thinking of doing something fun and artsy... or if I want it to be a breeze, just take Physics. Haha. So after that, we did our pictures for the La Trobe student card. I look like I wanna punch someone in it. It's just like a repeat of my sec school EZ-Link card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished, the 5 Singaporean Podiatry students decided to go room hopping. We first visited Glenn College. The rooms were nice but the passages were so confusing to navigate. One room had a whole bunch o guys drinking beer and watching some stuff on a tv. You could totally smell the booze from a mile away and hear them making noise from our room. Actually wanted to move into Glenn next year, but after hearing stories bout the place, I doubt I'd go there unless I was desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening time soon came and I met with my parents to have dinner. We took a tram down to he Crowne Plaza in the city to have a buffet dinner. It was only AUD19.50 per pax but the standard of food and service and ambiance was comparable to a hotel's in Singapore. Not bad. The variety of foo was also acceptable. Desserts were ace!!!! Had a walk round Crowne Plaza after dinner. Saw this restaurant with huge crabs!!! Like seriously. Germ will most probably have a fit seeing those monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SaKwEURa8zI/AAAAAAAABJY/LWjx_1LIkCg/s1600-h/Photo099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SaKwEURa8zI/AAAAAAAABJY/LWjx_1LIkCg/s320/Photo099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305996899203609394" 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;As you can see, I'm beginning to resemble a ball. A ball with eyes, a nose and a mouth. And Dora hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SaKwDJEp2UI/AAAAAAAABJQ/gE8d7gPq-ZI/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SaKwDJEp2UI/AAAAAAAABJQ/gE8d7gPq-ZI/s320/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305996879017400642" 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;Here's the pic of the Dora bag I promised to show.It is check-in luggage size. No kidding. But they spelt "Dora" wrongly. Imbeciles!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-4826787113829977307?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4826787113829977307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4826787113829977307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4826787113829977307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4826787113829977307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/23rd-feb.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SaKwEURa8zI/AAAAAAAABJY/LWjx_1LIkCg/s72-c/Photo099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-1876418230971077778</id><published>2009-02-22T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:28:52.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy busy today. Met up with Mum and Dad. Had been days since I last saw them and in those few days, Mum went shopping mad. She bought loads of Nougat from Queen Victoria Market. Like, she had to put them in those huge PVC bags(those which people usually use to put their stuff when they move house) with Dora the Explorer pattern on it. I'll try to get a pic. And I got hand made chocs and peanut butter so my food stash in the room is overflowing. I had to take out the Nachos and leave it outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have lunch with a relative and his family as well. Dad drove us down to a Chinese restaurant to meet them, In total, there were 14 of us. Had a good time chatting. The food was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Better than most Chinese food I've seen in the city at least. After that, we drove down to his place. it was somewhere in the Eastern part of Victoria. It was super nice! Had a proper drive in with a garage... Just like those you see on TV. Oh, and the relative, who is a practising doctor in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aus&lt;/span&gt;, was from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SJI&lt;/span&gt;. He was quite glad to hear I was from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; as well. Got many contact numbers from the session. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Those who gave me their numbers said I could call them when I needed anything. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have a meeting with the tower mates today but cos I came back late, I totally missed it. Luckily, I met one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RAs&lt;/span&gt; on the way up who told me what was discussed then. Went up to my room to rest for a bit and change for BBQ. I'm so gonna turn into a ball when I get back. Aussies love to eat fatty foods and drink high-caloric drinks like soft drinks and booze. Had a veggie patty and a sausage. Met up with people I met from the party, mostly Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I and 2 other friends went up to change into our runners. We had to cos there was glass on the floor where the next orientation activity would be held. Went to Moat Theatre after that for orientation games. The games consisted mostly of eating gross food. I had to find a chocolate frog in a pile of baked beans on a diaper with my mouth. It did many things to me psychologically though a clean diaper is probably more sanitary than a plate. I was the first, but also one of the many except 2 teams who were disqualified cos we started too early. Oh wells! My fortune cookie shirt got soiled in the process. Tried to wash the stains off just now but they just wouldn't go off:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last game was super bizarre. Each team had to use whatever they could find on them to form the longest line. In other words, you had to strip down to your undies to tie your clothes together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. NUS and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt; games have nothing on this one! So in that 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; or so, the guys were in their boxers and the girls were in their bras and panties. So skinny, fat, large, flat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DDD&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;AAAA&lt;/span&gt; were all on parade. Of course, some smart girls wore their swimming stuff underneath. Some girls(like me, the minority. Seriously, like a handful out of the many) didn't take off their shirts or pants. Some kept their shirts but took off their bras. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to do that but I was wearing white. Our team won in the end:D:D What I couldn't contribute in quantity, I contributed in quality. I gave my belt, both shoe laces, my name tag on a long elastic band and keys on a lanyard. Yea. Most. Bizarre. Game. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-1876418230971077778?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/1876418230971077778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=1876418230971077778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1876418230971077778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1876418230971077778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-busy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4600649828989911843</id><published>2009-02-21T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:11:44.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you believe I woke up at 6.45am today after a night of drinking and partying just to hit the gym? I can't either. But I did. OMG.  Yea. SO i woke up and took my hour long bus journey to the gym. Did Body Attack the Pump. I was damn blur during Attack. It was so crowded and everyone was so zai. I was totally 1 millisecond behind everyone. I noticed that Melbourne Central members aren't big on RPM. There is barely classes for that. Some days, there are only 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to QV Plaza for lunch after walking in the wrong direction for 20mins. Walked around the food court for ages before deciding on what to eat. The food there was totally not to my liking. The Hokkien noodles were like 9bucks and no authentic. The sushi had like non-Jap fillings and the pasta and stuff just looked too much. I stopped by a Turkish deli to order a chicken sandwich. It was $8.40 but tasted so damn good. Wow. I ate like 3/4 and saved the rest for later. Went to Safeway to get more groceries before heading out into the cold(it was eff-ing cold today and I didn't wear my cardi). Almost fell in the bus but thankfully, the seat in front saved me. Had a short nap before heading out for m tower meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the meeting, we got to meet our student leaders. They  informed us of the rules and regulations of the college as well as the activities planned for Orientation week. After that, we headed out to Union Building for our Chisholm College dinner. Food was shit but there was enough alcohol to keep people happy. Had a few myself. And got to know many of the locals. A lot of them come from like 3 hours away to the uni. Oh, and a Swedish girl was so impressed with my course. She kept telling everyone, "Hey! Qimin here is going to take 4 years to study just feet! I'm doing nursing and it's on the whole body, but it's only 3 years!" Haha. How funny. After that, we all headed to our tower RA's flat where we had supper of cakes and ice-cream. Chit-chatted for a bit before heading to the common rooms for Zack and Miri!! Finally! After so damn long, I get to watch it. The Australian girl with whom I was sharing a beanbag(we were all lying on those) was complaining abt the movie taking so long to start and about how I tried to watch it online but it got cut-off halfway. All in all, tonight was quite good fun. I got to meet people and finally got to watch Zack and Miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the welcome pack the college gave us. Vouchers for coffe and Boost juice.. Haven't really explored all of it but I found a condom in there. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-4600649828989911843?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4600649828989911843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4600649828989911843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4600649828989911843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4600649828989911843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-you-believe-i-woke-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-3490183828185383398</id><published>2009-02-20T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:19:18.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of orientation was basically quite free. Wanted to wake up at 11am but the stupid birds outside were making a lot of noise so I woke up at like 9.40am. Had nothing to do so I stayed my room to watch Grey's. At 1pm, I had a sponsored students' lecture. It was quite boring. After that, I had a bit of lunch then of to a wildlife walk in the wildlife sanctuary near my school. It was pretty interesting and informative. And I got to see kangaroos!!!! How nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk ended at 5pm. I then headed to some hall for the VC's welcome. That part was boring. Then Australian Trivia Night. Had a bit of food(was disgusting) then off to Eagle Bar to look at bar night. When I got there, they were still setting up and all my friends wanted to leave to get to Cole's, a supermarket. Didn't wanna follow them so I called my other friend to see if she wanted to go to a party which the college was organising. It was actually a toga party where people had to dress up in Togas. We decided not to dress up and just go and take a look. When we went there, they were just setting up and the guys up front were like, "Where are your togas??" I told them that they were still on our beds(supposed to use the bedsheets). The they were like, :"No no no. Go get them, we're still setting up. You have time." So I went to get my sheets and went up to my friend's room to try and make togas of them. We had a hard time doing them up. But with help from my friend's RA(tower leader), we managed to get them t hold and she even loaned us some gold leaf head things. So off we went to the venue which was another RA's flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really know anyone so we kinda kept to ourselves. Until we met a few others from Japan, China, Korea and Australia and another senior from Singapore. After a drink, we decided that to go to the Eagle bar(the bar in my school) cos we didn't really know anyone and anyway, the Toga party would be shifting to the Eagle as well. We decided to meet the Singaporean senior there. So off we went to change before heading there where the bouncer asked us for ID. Being the smart people that we were, we didn't bring them down so we had to go back up and then come back. When we finally gained entry, we got ourselves beers and sat around to chat. After a while, we started to socialise with many people from Australia, China, Japan, Korea and Malaysia. Was great. I didn't drink much and stopped only when I felt tipsy. Haha. Everyone was drinking to get drunk but I know what I'm like when I've had too much... 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Someone said I looked like a Sphinx. Another said I looked like Cleopatra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-3490183828185383398?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/3490183828185383398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=3490183828185383398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/3490183828185383398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/3490183828185383398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-day-of-orientation-was-basically.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SZ6oEdfbSMI/AAAAAAAABJI/C6RZIBtgj-k/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-1451198748982604197</id><published>2009-02-19T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:37:10.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a relatively short day. Had a tour of the library plus a cataloging session in the morn. Then I had the whole day free to basically do whatever I wanted. Didn't go to the gym cos I was aching from yesterday's gym session. Australia's Les Mills classes are super happening. Loved it! Anyway, I made the most horrible plate of stir-fried noodles ever for lunch. Got to speak with my neighbour, Jennifer, while having my meal. She had some buttered vegetables with cheese on them. After lunch, I spent the day in my room being anti-social and watching Grey's. I'm a few week behind cos I can't get the links to view them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surf ard some more till dinner when I attempted to make a week's worth of stir-fried garlic chicken with mushrooms. The cooker in my hostel is eff-ed. Took so long to cook the chicken. Couldn't even hear it sizzle but you could totally see that it's cooking darn slowly. So as my neighbours walked in and out of the kitchen preparing and finishing their meals, there I was stirring a pan of half-cooked chicken. Ass. Talked with Jennifer, Dinesha and Yuka. They were mighty amused by my efforts to cooked. I finally managed to cook my chicken and have my meal of that and a salad. Packed the excess chicken into a container and stored it in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, my neighbour, Yuka, showed me how to use the washing machines. I so looked like a toot not knowing were to put the powder and stuff. Haha. I'm waiting for my wash to be done while doing this. On a side note, today was seriously hot out. And the air was still. The worst kind of weather to have. Been drinking serious amounts of water to keep hydrated. Don't want to fall ill anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-1451198748982604197?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/1451198748982604197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=1451198748982604197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1451198748982604197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1451198748982604197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-relatively-short-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-5664354870646942168</id><published>2009-02-17T12:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:52:20.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 2 of orientation. Had a morning talk bout the uni and where to get help for academic stuff and stuff bout cheating and plagiarism and all that. Then came tea time where we had cookies and juice before going for a talk bout Australian History. Thought it'd be a bore but I actually found the talk very informative and interesting. Lunch was a BBQ thingy. Had a sausage and burger patty with veg. I took loads of veg cos I didn't buy any from the supermarkets. So the only source of fibre for me is fruits... and I have 1 apple left in the fridge now. Oh, and my friends and I went crazy at the clubs and societies expo. We signed up for Christian Union and Ultimate Frisbee. Christian Union was expected but Ultimate Frisbee was totally spontaneous. The guy asked us if we had any prior experience and I was like, 'Sure!! If you consider running around and screaming while trying to get the Frisbee any experience at all." Haha. My friends and I so totally wanna join the guild to get discounts on Sports Centre memberships as well. Everything looks so fun!!! Gonna look for more stuff to participate in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my parents are really getting to me. They are like super kan cheong, esp my Mum who always nags at the messy state of my room when she comes(everyday!). They come in and just sit around, my dad playing with my comp and my Mum nagging at me about which shelf I should leave my stuff in or how I should arrnage the stuff in the drawers. OMG. I'm totally going mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-5664354870646942168?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/5664354870646942168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=5664354870646942168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5664354870646942168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5664354870646942168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-2-of-orientation.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4896101038314760565</id><published>2009-02-16T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:51:40.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of orientation was so-so. Woke up early and had breakfast. While doing that, I met the cleaning lady. She was nice and said my English was really good. Wanted to say that in Singapore, everyone speaks English. Haha. Anyway, I came down quite early to the uni centre to sit around and see if my friends from SG would pass by. Sure enough, I saw one of them. Soon, a whole bunch of us made our way to the LT for the first talk. Listened to a shot intro before the whole hall(400 of us) were made to get into 2 lines and do some speed networking. I moved among my circle before branching out and met this China girl. Spoke to her in English but she didn't understand. So I attempted Mandarin. The conversation between us was a joke. Yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had a tea break. The tea break was mainly grabbing a juice and jostling around to sign up for other sessions. Sians. Signed up for some driving school thing, the library tour and the shopping tour. After break, they made us get into small groups by making us take tickets with numbers on them. I ended up in a group of 7 with 3 Canadians, 1 American, 1 Indonesian and another Asian guy (didn't catch where he was from). The Canadians and American were pleasant enough. 1 of them even looked like Cappie!!! Same hair, only a slightly slimmer face but totally same disposition!! OMG. I found Cappie! Yea. Anyway, the Indonesian guy would not shut up. After a while, I completely ignored him. The quiz we had to do together as a group was 27 questions long and after a while, the lot of us gave up and started having our own conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came lunch of the grossest fried rice, stir fried veg and fried chicken winigs ever before a tour of the school in our groups of faculties. I found the other residential colleges as well as the sports centre. We ended at some outdoor amphitheater to take a group shot before heading off to our various activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had some time to kill so I headed back to my own residential college to put my free stuff down. Met a new neighbour. She's from Scotland but moved to Adelaide. She was packing her food into the shelves when I saw her. Quite a pleasant girl. Yea. I had a snack before gong down to meet Melissa, one of the SG nursing students, so we could go down to the driving school activity together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driving school activity was actually a session for licensed drivers to drive around on Victoria roads, not an actual session to learn to drive. Had to wait at some bus-stop for the cars. While waiting, we met an Indian guy and a Hong Kong girl(they were in charge of taking attendance) and a girl from Mauritius. Had a nice chat with them. The girl from Mauritius was so excited to hear that we were from SG. She went on and on about how she loved it there when she visited her cousin. How lovely. She really was a sweet girl. Soon enough, the car came and we took turns to drive. Australian roads are generally the same as SG... Just that in that in the 20-30mins in the car, we had to go through super a lot of roundabouts. The indicator signal thing was a real headache. And the instructor told me I had to stop for kangaroos at some kangaroo sign should I see any crossing the road. I got the shock of my life. Well, no one died so I'm good. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be another long day of orientation. At least I know enough ppl to hang around with now:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-4896101038314760565?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4896101038314760565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4896101038314760565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4896101038314760565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4896101038314760565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-day-of-orientation-was-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4138146653853250774</id><published>2009-02-14T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:53:42.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. My dad bought me those broadband thingys so I could have Internet. Stupid Internet there is quite crap. Broadband means you pay 1GB for each month and any additional space is charged at 10cents an MB. Sians. No more late night korean drama marathons for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So day 1 in Melbourne wasn't pleasant at all. When we touched down, we had to wait 1 hour for a stupid Qantas to move off from our bay so we could park there. We cleared customs and the moment I've been dreading for weeks, the infamous bag search, didn't happen cos the guy saw our 3 big luggage and totally got scared off. Haha. Anyway, I was the last one to meet the La Trobe airport reception person. I separated from my parents cos they planned to take a taxi to their motel. They left me the motel's number so I could call them to arrange to meet them after settling in. (Random note: omg someone's singing Livin on a Prayer!! Haha. Must be after coming back from the bar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came in a car with some guy who sounded like he was from America. The La Trobe woman said I was damn lucky cos everyone else had to take a coach but I got to sit in a car. It was a surprisingly short drive to my uni. I got my checking in stuff settled and moved into the room. It was not bad:D Enough for one to live comfortably and near the toilets and pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting my stuff down and checking things out I headed for the payphone to call my parents. Stupid thing only accepts coins so I had to buy a bottle of water from the cafe behind my dorm. After attempting to call a few times but getting cut off halfway, I gave up and used my hp. Found that my parents had left the motel so I went abt my way to explore the campus on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my registration at International Office. Discovered the route to the tram stop and the route to the uni centre. Had a bite before going back. After quite a while and many calls, someone knocked on my room door to say my parents were at the admin block looking for me. Went out with them to their motel. Stayed the night with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was spent out in the city after settling my banking stuff. Took an hour long bus ride to Melbourne city. KNN. MY uni's super far away from town. But to the locals, an hours journey is nothing. I think ppl like QB will die here. So we walked round the whole day exploring shops and stuff. Bought facial cleanser(forgot to bring the brand new Kiehl's one I bought in sg) and new slippers(forgot to bring my Havaianas) among a lot of other stuff. Found 2 FF outlets to use:D:D Came back really late. My mum and Dad walked me right to my dorm, not an easy feat when it's late out so you can't cut across buildings and it was damn dark. How nice of them. My neighbour told me bout a security van service the uni offers so we called them up to take my parents out to the tram stop. I met 2 of my neighbours that night. I have 2 others but I didn't see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 was spent out in the city again. We took a tram this time. Not much better though we saw more shops around than houses. Walked around lots. Went to the FF at Melbourne Central for RPM. Have lots to complain bout the stupid gym. Towels are $4 if you want to use the ones from reception. I brought my own thankfully. Also, they don't lend out attire. I brought my own too thankfully. And they don't give out plastic bas to put your dirty clothes in. I didn't bring that so I had to stuff my sweaty clothes into my nice bag. Anyway, I did RPM. The cycle studio was huge, around 40 bikes or so... But I think only ard 10 ppl were in the class. I prefer Rodney and Glenn's classes. Haha. Have gone and become attached to them alrdy. Gonna go for BA tomorrow. Hopefully it'll be good now that I know what to expect. After class, we settled my phone stuff and Internet before taking a tram down to Yarra. There was this plaza there with loads of ppl queueing for over-priced restaurants. I guess cos It's v day and all. Loads of couples with women holding flowers. How cliche. We had pizza and beers and ice cream before heading back on the 86. Left Dad and Mum outside after I called the security van. The van went really fast. The guy drove Crazy Taxi style. Haha. Some local kids were singing and making lots of noise at my hostel just now. I went out to check out the action and they waved at me. Haha. I waved back and went abt my own way, washing clothes. Yup. That's all for today. Will prob blog less now cos my stupid internet is limited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-4138146653853250774?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4138146653853250774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4138146653853250774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4138146653853250774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4138146653853250774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4801316278110292272</id><published>2009-02-14T09:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:33:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not dead. I just can't get internet now:( Have to wait till I enrol on the 23rd. Don't ask. My first day here was super traumatising cos I kind of lost my parents and ony found them at like 7pm. And the weather is super cold. Summer my arse!! I almost froze to death on the first night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the city yesterday. Lots to see and do. Going back to the city again to walk around and go to the gym(finally!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. A proper update wll be done when I get my internet up and running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-4801316278110292272?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4801316278110292272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4801316278110292272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4801316278110292272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4801316278110292272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-835758820210036113</id><published>2009-02-10T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:27:40.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been feeling down the whole day today. I think it started from last night when Glenn wished me well after Attack. Even my former boss, the lawyer guy, wished me when I told him I couldn't help him next week as I'd be leaving on Wednesday. Realised that I'm gonna be leaving behind family friends old and new. The fun times I've had this past year will soon come to an end. No more waking up at 12pm, no more having to ponder over which gym class to attend everyday, no more hanging out with the choir people or going to Clarke Quay with friends for drinks. Shit lah. And I haven't even gone clubbing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, woke up at 8.40am feeling shit. Had my breakfast then went to Paragon with Germ for Rodney's RPM. Today's class had damn a lot of Aunties. Those rich taitais who have nothing to do on a weekday morn. The class was fun and super tiring. I felt that I didn't really go as far as I usually do. Could be cos of Attack class yesterday night or cos I was feeling down. Rodney called me out several times cos I was slower today than I usually am. Didn't matter cos the Aunties were all slower than me. Rodney was super nice today. Halfway through the class he said into the mike, "Qimin! I won't be seeing you for a long time." Then after everything he said, "Thank you everyone! And best of luck to Qimin who will be going off for studies." OMG. Made me damn sad. He actually remembered from the last time I told him which was even before CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, Germ and I hung around Paragon before heading home. Was majorly not in the mood for anything at home. The day wasn't any better when all my friends msg-ed me with well wishes and farewells and asking bout which terminal I'd be at. Such a huge reminder of what I'd be leaving behind. I crashed on the sofa till the late afternoon when the family and I went to Zhou's Kitchen at Anchor Point for a meal. The food was good. Had the ala carte buffet thingy. Didn't really eat much there. We hung around the area before making a trip to the bank then to Jalan Membina to get fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached home, had a major headache so I had a short nap. Now I'm feeling a little better. Well enough to continue packing at least. Yes. I haven't finished. And I'm leaving tomorrow. So the plan for tmw is maybe to go for a class, then get a hair cut then take a few passport pictures before going home for a rest and shower. After that, it's off to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will prob be too busy to blog or anything tomorrow. So, in case I don't, bye bitches! See ya in Melbourne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-835758820210036113?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/835758820210036113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=835758820210036113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/835758820210036113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/835758820210036113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/been-feeling-down-whole-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-5387720358023643876</id><published>2009-02-10T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:31:11.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was relatively uneventful. Woke up at 11am which 3hours too late to follow my dad to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;. Oh wells! Instead, I stayed at home gorging myself with junk like pineapple tarts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;galicier&lt;/span&gt; cookies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;muruku&lt;/span&gt;. My excuse is that I won't be able to eat them once I'm in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came back with enough food to last WW2. The food is apparently for Germ who will be alone at home for the next 2 weeks. Soon after his return, Mum and I made him drive us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GWC&lt;/span&gt;. Mum wanted me to get new gym shoes cos my Pumas were in no state to be used any further. She said that using them would be, in her words, "a disgrace to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NUH&lt;/span&gt;/Singapore". So I got new Reebok &lt;a href="http://market.nordea.pl/vfolder/shop/10066/875284/164333d6f69031ab3399835c60aca134.jpg"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt; and a sports bra from Royal Sporting House. Got me and Germ some frozen yogurt and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sheng&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. Then Mum and I crossed the road to the hawker centre nearby to meet Germ and Dad. After getting some grub, we headed home to have our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sheng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, Germ and I drew lots to decide whether to go to Cap Tower for Rodney's RPM or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fusionopolis&lt;/span&gt; for Glenn's Attack. It's hard to decide when you're having fun in every class you go to. The lots pointed us to Cap Tower but we went to Fusion instead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Fell asleep for about 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; before Dad drove Germ and me down to Fusion before heading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;NUSS&lt;/span&gt; gym himself. Attack was a blast!!!! He was finally allowed to change tracks and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;... there was a lot of running and kicking. And 82 push-ups!!! 82. No typo there. Seriously. Tomorrow will be another round of madness at Paragon with Rodney's RPM. And Germ's treating me to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Zhou's&lt;/span&gt; Kitchen thing for my birthday which fall on the 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get my hair cut on Wed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-5387720358023643876?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/5387720358023643876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=5387720358023643876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5387720358023643876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5387720358023643876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-relatively-uneventful.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-3317389436968960461</id><published>2009-02-08T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:08:51.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's hot out today. When I left for gym in the morn, it was still quite cool. Did my thing there(Body Pump and RPM) before leaving to take a bus to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Queensway&lt;/span&gt; to collect my contact lenses. The wait at the bus stop was made even worse cos of the heat. Even in the air-conditioned bus, you could still feel the heat radiating from the windows. At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Queensway&lt;/span&gt;, the optician thought that I was my sister and kept on going about my new specs. Didn't realise he was talking to the wrong sister till I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked down to Anchor Point for lunch. Had pineapple rice and an egg tart. Decided that it was too hot out to be walking in the sun so I called Dad. He came along after 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; and we drove down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NTUC&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Merah&lt;/span&gt; where he made me wait at the car while he went out to buy juice and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off in 3 days. Melbourne's in a state of frenzy now with bush fires sprouting out all over the state. People are dying and losing their homes. I hope this blows over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm seriously knackered now. Today's Pump was good. They finally changed some of the tracks. RPM was great. Some of the tracks for that class were changed too. Unfortunately, those were the easy ones. My whole body's really knackered and my thighs are burning like crazy now. Today's RPM could possibly be the last time I'm seeing Glenn in a while if I don't go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fusionopolis&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. Am sad. Glenn's nice. My first Body Attack class was with him. Though I was hopeless in terms of coordination and agility, I really enjoyed my time then. And he's damn blur like me. Sis says I'm his successor in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blurness&lt;/span&gt;. Though I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; disagree with her, I'm afraid there might be some truth to her statement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-3317389436968960461?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/3317389436968960461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=3317389436968960461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/3317389436968960461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/3317389436968960461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-hot-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-3102532937943658417</id><published>2009-02-08T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:40:11.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was out and bout the whole day today. Went for Body Pump at One Raffles Quay in the morn. Joel's beginner's class. It was darn slow cos the whole class was filled with beginners except for 3 or 4 of us including me. 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; into the class and he hasn't even started warm-ups yet cos he was explaining the diff movements and everything. Anyway, I tried not to look too bored or anything like that cos I was like that once upon a time, a little more than a year ago. Needless to say, I was late to meet Sam Lee, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cheryn&lt;/span&gt; and Wan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; for lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had wonderful food at Crystal Jade where we talked and laughed. Was great seeing them once more before leaving. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cheryn&lt;/span&gt; gave me a sweet card and WC made a scrap book thing of pictures with T16. How wonderfully touching. Spending time with them reminded me of the times I spent with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I took a 31 to Grandma's. I was the earliest there and had to hang around with the babies which sometimes can be a handful. Respite came int he form of Gina. She gave me an early birthday card:D:D The first one! We played with Nicole's new keyboard. When I say "keyboard" I mean the kind we used for sectionals in choir... not the toy kind. How lucky of her. Slowly, all the cousins and Aunts came and we had a steamboat dinner. For the first time in my life, I tried cheese tofu and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; it was so good. And I think only at my family's steamboat dinners, you can get away with saying, "The sausage is too hard", "I must eat more balls before I leave for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aus&lt;/span&gt;", "the crab meat is still too stiff", "I want the long long thing", "I have no more eggs", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! It's oozing out! The white stuff! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! It tastes damn good"(about the cheese in the cheese tofu) among a whole variety of sexually suggestive comments. Besides that, mama made curry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cheng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;teng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we all hung around the house, some of us playing with the babies, some of us eating junk and some of us playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jong&lt;/span&gt;. Hung around till around 11.30pm. Germ tar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;paued&lt;/span&gt; 2 weeks worth of food supplies from the leftovers. I tar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;paued&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cheng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;teng&lt;/span&gt; and curry cos I wanna eat those before I leave. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;. Mama totally almost gave me a heart attack with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;pao&lt;/span&gt;. Leaving mama's house today was the hardest thing to do. Her house has held many memories for me both happy and sad. Even though I know nuts about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;teochew&lt;/span&gt; and she knows only a smattering of mandarin, we somehow always seem to be able to understand what each other is saying. That kind of ability to communicate without words is definitely what sets apart the bonds we have with our family from any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, today was a wonderful day. I have 3 more days in Singapore so I better utilise them to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the temp up in Melbourne has gone up to the mid-40 range. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Plsplspls&lt;/span&gt; let it have dropped permanently by the time I reach there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-3102532937943658417?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/3102532937943658417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=3102532937943658417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/3102532937943658417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/3102532937943658417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/was-out-and-bout-whole-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-2092535908402259275</id><published>2009-02-06T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:14:11.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zhouskitchen.com/pdf/buffet-hitea-menu.pdf"&gt;Buffet hi-tea anyone?&lt;/a&gt; Food looks good. Price looks reasonable as well. They have outlets at Anchor Point, Novena Square and Far East Square:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for people to transfer my membership to. Pls help me out here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-2092535908402259275?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/2092535908402259275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=2092535908402259275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2092535908402259275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2092535908402259275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/buffet-hi-tea-anyone-food-looks-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-5055046531388041220</id><published>2009-02-05T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:36:53.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw this on facebook today. Thought it'd be cool to do it. My name starts with 'Q' so let the fun begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="72893555b32c0adb7c580ce0106ee91a" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="note_header"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag ten people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real - nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name : Qimin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word : Quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name : Quentin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name : Queenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : Quantity surveyor&lt;=My mum was this before she quit her job to look after us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color : ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear : A Quilt. As a cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A food : Quesadillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: Qomb?? Wah lao. Too hard already lah!!! Maybe if you left some money in the bathroom, you'd have QUIDS there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A place : Qatar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late : Quietly slept away in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you'd shout : Quit bugging me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A movie title : &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0180073/"&gt;Quils&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Something you drink : Qoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A musical group : Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. An animal : Quail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A street name : Queen Street. &lt;a href="http://www.streetdirectory.com/asia_travel/travel/travel_id_20863/travel_site_1/"&gt;For real&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A type of car : ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The title of a song : Quando Quando Quando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so 18 out of 20 ain't bad especially when you have to work with 'Q' words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sis were fb stalking yesterday. Super fun. My sis thinks Mili is crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-5055046531388041220?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/5055046531388041220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=5055046531388041220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5055046531388041220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5055046531388041220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/saw-this-on-facebook-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-2234463756329949975</id><published>2009-02-04T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:21:12.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 9.30am today. Bloody hell. Got missed calls from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aus&lt;/span&gt; bank. They opened my old account. So that part of the prep is settled. Yea. After 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NUH&lt;/span&gt; to collect my bank draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home to make pancakes for breakfast. Saw the recipe on Jamie's Ministry of Food last night. The pancakes looked great but had no taste whatsoever. Disgusting. Had to put stuff like cheese and peanut butter on them to make them taste. Loved the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's taking me out later to get luggage. I dunno why. It's not like the 38752875 pieces we already have are not functional at all. In fact, they're all working perfectly. Her excuse is that the hard ones we have are too heavy so we need to get the soft kind. Yea. I think my excuse is that it's in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt; genes to spend unnecessarily. She has passed on the genes to me obviously but her genes have been diluted a little by Dad's Lee miserly genes. Anyway, the scholarship didn't give me any money to buy new luggage. I'm feeling this uni journey is getting to be more expensive than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bout yesterday, I went to The Cathay for gym in the morn. Made more friends there. I should really stop making friends at gym. I'm seriously getting attached to the place. After that, I met up with Sarah and Isaac at PS. Had lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yoshinoya&lt;/span&gt;. After that, we headed to Starbucks for coffee. I annoyed Sarah and Issac by accidentally flicking my saliva at them with the stirrer. Don't ask how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Bride Wars after that. The movie was great. Kate Hudson is darn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;. She's totally the classic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; girl next door to me. After the movie, I decided that getting married is just too much work. With the venue, guest list, music and all the bells and whistles. I think these things obscure what is ultimately the most important thing about marriage, 2 people making a promise to each other and starting their life together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-2234463756329949975?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/2234463756329949975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=2234463756329949975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2234463756329949975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2234463756329949975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/woke-up-at-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-7167939441804199799</id><published>2009-02-03T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:30:27.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aibento.net/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=329&amp;amp;g2_serialNumber=1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 341px;" src="http://www.aibento.net/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=329&amp;amp;g2_serialNumber=1" alt="" 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;OMG. Cool shit right? Go &lt;a href="http://www.aibento.net/2009/02/noahs-bento-upper-deck-300/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read bout it. Yea. I take no credit for the creation of this masterpiece. Just wanna share this with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And phase 1 of packing has officially started with the washing of new clothes and some of my old stuff. And I pulled out the small roller luggage from under my bed and removed its plastic wrapper. It's just there, waiting to be filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RPM was great today. It's been 4 hours since class ended and my thighs are still warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-7167939441804199799?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/7167939441804199799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=7167939441804199799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7167939441804199799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7167939441804199799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-5966069893143668129</id><published>2009-02-02T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:56:25.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got off the phone with Commonwealth Bank in Aus. Finally got to speak to the correct person after 3 call transfers and lots of waiting. Shat. My dad made me call them to get my temp password thingy for Internet banking. I thought I was just supposed to do that. The Singapore side sent an email stating just that But in that 40mins on the phone, I discovered that they closed my old account cos the one I opened months ago had no funds in it for more than 3 months. Fuck. Then they opened a new one for me. I blame this solely on my dad of course who knn forced me to opened the stupid account in Sept/Oct and made me go down to Millenia Towers to send in the stupid docs which(surprise surprise!) didn't even reach the Aus side. Stupid. Don't understand why he can't just bloody let me open one when I reach there physically, a process which I'm sure would not take more than 15mins.  It sure beats having to be sucked into this whole whirlwind of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days baby. We're down to single digits. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-5966069893143668129?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/5966069893143668129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=5966069893143668129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5966069893143668129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5966069893143668129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-got-off-phone-with-commonwealth.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4852966553086746313</id><published>2009-02-01T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:45:42.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent some "me" time today. Got to go where I wanted, when I wanted, at my own pace. Dad dropped Germ off to teach piano this morning then he dropped me off at ORQ for gym before going to NUSS for gym himself. I did Body Pump then RPM. RPM was supposed to be Glenn's class but Rodney was there helping him out with some filming thing. I think in order to attain some certification thing, you need to film yourself instructing a class and send it over to NZ or Aus or wherever Les Mills is from. RPM was good but omg, I had abrasions down there again cos I wore a pad thinking that my period would come today. Bad move especially with all the rubbing down there. Yea. Peeing was rather a hard process to endure after the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, showered and made my way to GWC where I did some window shopping. I always thought GWC is always quiet cos I usually go on weekday mornings or evenings. Today, it was crowded as hell. I  managed to get lunch at the food court before proceeding to the shops. It's shit to be poor even during sales period. And while walking around, I made many unpleasant observations about little brats. #1)They like to make their presence known by screaming at the top of their voices in an already crowded and noisy environment. #2)They treat everywhere as if it's their own home/a playground. #3)they are fucking disrespectful to their parents/grandparents/caregivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, to be fair, a good number of kids are not like that and can even be little angels, but I'm just speaking about the little terrors I saw today. 3 of them who apparently were related to each other(siblings I think??) How fucking disgusting. They were running around all over the shop today and playing hide and seek in the clothes, pawing the merchandise with their sticky little hands. One of them was eating Jellybeans and judging from what was left in the bag, I think her mum let her eat the whole bag herself or at least let her and her 2 siblings polish them off. No wonder the kids were so hyperactive and I sure as hell won't buy something that has been infested with brat essence. Stupid parents would rather be browsing through the racks than keep a lookout for their kid. And they only ever give a shit when something happens to their precious prince/princess. Oh and I saw some guy trying to get one of the girls to put on the shoes which she so nicely kicked off in the shop. He and his wife were grabbing a leg each and trying to stuff her shoes into her gross feet and she was totally kicking at them and screaming away. Bloody disrespectful and such a nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the mother made a pathetic attempt at scolding one of the little girls. Needless to say the little girl didn't listen to her and screamed back. Well, what does one expect after letting the child get so far out of hand before trying to stop her? Stupid. Like seriously, if you can't even command the basic respect from your child and don't know how to discipline him/her, then don't bloody have any. Freaking use birth control! If I had my way, I'd gather all the bloody brats and nuke them. NUKE THEM BRATS BABY!!&lt;=I'm joking. Don't arrest me. Yea. You can totally see my lack of sympathy for dumb parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't buy anything except pineapple tart ice-cream from Island creamery(2 calorie-laden foods in 1... I'm lovin it baby), 4 cinnamon buns to be shared with my family and Yu Sheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your listening pleasure. My fave songs at the mo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3sJPUTTfNbg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3sJPUTTfNbg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-mRsrYtdM8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-mRsrYtdM8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyZrsbnkcw0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyZrsbnkcw0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwJ67EM__Hc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwJ67EM__Hc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-4852966553086746313?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4852966553086746313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4852966553086746313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4852966553086746313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4852966553086746313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/02/spent-some-me-time-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-1623056930508759431</id><published>2009-01-31T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:19:31.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HTHT with choir people at Starbucks and over the phone last night. CG farewell lunch today. I'm totally dreading the fact that I won't be seeing them till the end of the year(?) after I leave on the Wednesday after next:( I sure hope I find friends as wonderful as the people I've met here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's place was so quiet today. Only I was there with Nicole and Nat who didn't wanna play with me. I ended up sleeping for 2 hours before having dinner then watching TV and simultaneously snacking on CNY stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nice bloke from my uni batch has written a 34 page thing on Australian culture for us. He studied in Aus from when he was 12-18 before coming back to do his NS. He's going back to La Trobe with us to do some Sports Education thing. Cool to have such helpful people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't even begun to pack anything yet. 11 day + 1h45mins left. Should be enough time if I start next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-1623056930508759431?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/1623056930508759431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=1623056930508759431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1623056930508759431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1623056930508759431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/htht-with-choir-people-at-starbucks-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-3621421910848277287</id><published>2009-01-29T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:01:02.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 2 and 3 were days filled with fun with friends. On Tuesday, Germ and I went to Paragon FF for Attack again. Yes. Two days in a row. Rodney was there and yes, Paragon now knows our names. After that, we walked around town in search of some food. Everywhere was closed so we ended up at Macs eating apple pies and iced coffee. Dad picked us up from there and we headed home where I changed into different shorts before making my way to Jade's place. I drove there:D Fast. Dad didn't complain bout me being slow at least. He drove the car back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Jade's we had steamboat. Her family was so hospitable. Dinner was good. And the company was great as well. After dinner, some of us watched Ip Man while I, together with a few others, played MahJong. I wowed everyone with my need to separate my tiles in order to think. Went home after the move was done at around 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morn, I couldn't get up in time for 7.20am RPM. Instead, I woke up at 10am and headed to Cher's place. Cel, Cher, Ernest, YuKang Marcus and I hung around there. Played Guitar Hero World tour. Ernest on the drums, Marcus and YuKang taking turns on the guitar and me on the vocals. Vocals were easy. You didn't really need to sing anything. Just establish the correst pitch and just move up your voice according to the yellow line on the screen. But I went crazy on 'Eye of the Tiger' and 'Livin on a Prayer'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, the lot of us rushed down to Paragon Din Tai Fung for dinner. A whole lot of the choir people were there waiting for us. We were apparently late thanks to the always late Cel and Cher. Anyway, the dinner was supposed to be a farewell for me. I didn't even guess it. I thought it was for CNY or something. Haha. What a nice gesture from everyone who took time off from their schedules. Had a blast! Went to Swenson's after for ice-cream and fries. Then, a few of us who had nothing on the next morning went to Esplanade to hang out. Stayed till about 11.20pm before tasking a bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 days have reminded me of the many people I've met throughout my time in Singapore and that leaving everything behind will be tough. Up until now, I thought that I'd be looking forward to starting a new phase of my life but the dread of leaving everything familiar to me to live my own independent life in a completely foreign place is slowly starting to set in. From secondary school mates to cell group members to my friends in JC... even to familiar faces at the gym. Right now, I'm not even bothering to pack because I know at the back of my mind that doing so would make the reality of the situation set in. I'm such a shit sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2100/181/90/650372477/n650372477_1389513_188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 278px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2100/181/90/650372477/n650372477_1389513_188.jpg" alt="" 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/19376805-3621421910848277287?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/3621421910848277287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=3621421910848277287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/3621421910848277287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/3621421910848277287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-2-and-3-were-days-filled-with-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-6313265611164225945</id><published>2009-01-27T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T02:27:40.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY day 1 has come and gone. Twas busy today. Woke up at 8.10am to go to the temple with my mum for my late grandpa. Not the one who passed on recently. It was for my mum's dad, the one who passed away 10 years ago. Anyway, halfway into the journey there, mum decided that I was not dressed appropriately and made a turn back home. When we got home, there was this commotion at the lobby. All the lifts(2 of them) in my apartment block had broken down and there were people trapped in them. What a time for shit like this to happen. When the lift thing was finally settled, mum climbed up the stairs back to our unit on the 11th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for Germ downstairs and we made our way to the gym at One George Street. She drove us. Oh, besides being CNY '09 Day 1, I should totally dub today Rodney Day. Cos as we stopped at the traffic light near our place and I turned to look into a taxi next to us and I see Rodney. He lives like a 4 min walk from our place so incidents like this are bound to happen sooner or later. Haha. My sis and I were like, "OMG! Don't look there! Pretend to be doing something else!!" We followed his taxi there, parked our car and went up to Fitness First. When he saw us there in class he was quite surprised. He went something like, "Wah. No need to go visiting ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pump was good. Germ is such a hai ren jing. Rodney always likes to call her out for cheating during class. He never ever calls me. So before shoulders, she wanted to tell me that the whole back of my shirt was wet(like it's a totally big deal, man). I couldn't hear her so I bent down to try to get what she was trying to say. We were about to start the shoulder track then and I think we looked like we were having our own convo. Then he was like, "SISTERS!" Super Pai Seh! We stayed for Attack after and it was crazy stuff. He "I love the sisters"-ed and stood in front of me during the bottom-half squats cos I looked ready to die. Sians. Pump and Attack back to back is no joke I tell you. I produced probably twice the amount of sweat than I did yesterday. Germ has this crazy idea that we should go for his classes again tomorrow at Paragon. I'm still hesitant. I think if we go tomorrow, even the Paragon members will know our names, or know that Germ and I are sisters at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gym, we drove back home for lunch then to rest a while then change into our CNY clothes. The lifts were still broken by then so we had to climb 11 stories down. We first stopped at St Theresa's Church to see Grandpa's (Dad's dad) stone thing. Then we went to a temple to see Grandpa(Mum's dad) urn thing. Then we headed to Grandma's(Mum's mum) place. Didn't go to Dad's relatives place cos we're still supposed to be mourning. Not very sure aoout the customs and everything but that was what mum said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ and RY were already there when we arrived. Amazing, usually they will be the last and Gina's family will be the first. Sat around and waited for steamboat. While doing so, we helped ourselves to the goodies. When I say "help ourselves" I mean "almost wiped out Grandma's supply of CNY food". Gina's family came soon after and we ate more. Then came the family tradition of taking pictures. Like seriously. We had so many permutations of people in the pictures. The only constant was probably Grandma who everyone wanted in their pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat dinner was next. This year, we didn't have it in the backyard. Instead, we set up a table in the kitchen and 2 more in the little basement alcove. Of course, when it comes to Grandma's place, money is no issue. Steamboat fare consisted of giant prawns, squid, promfet, abalone and other stuff together with cheap food like veg, quail eggs, processed steamboat food(the white stuff), fishballs and chicken meat. Chicken meat, usually a staple at any steamboat, was totally the most unpopular to prepare There was probably enough only for a small table to be shared among the 3. Prawns and squid were the top choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, was another session of binging on snacks. Aunt also sent us to get Yu Sheng from Waraku near our place. We did that, came back and waited for the black jack players to finish their game to start lo hei. I seriously don't understand why they even bother playing. My grandma kicks everyone's asses every single year. No one can beat her. The yu sheng was good. Very generous cuts of salmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung around and ate more before going home:D Oh, and Today's haul: $654. Nice! Pictures follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 431px; height: 323px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1459983_230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outfit. I have the world's chunkiest legs. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1459984_486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a small fraction of the food supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 439px; height: 329px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1459985_753.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior decor of her place. Totally suits the CNY mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 341px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1459990_2491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 oldest kids. They call us 'The First Generation'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 348px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1459991_4822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family pic. You can see where I get my chunky legs from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 474px; height: 355px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1459992_3090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang. Now you know why we need 2 units. Uncle Mark's abroad I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1459995_4231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lee's with Grandma. Nicole in the bg:( Spoiler. We asked her bout her handsome korkor today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 466px; height: 349px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1459993_3376.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids with Grandma. My mum's a lousy photog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 459px; height: 344px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1460007_752.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from outside. Both of the units are ours. Soon, we will conquer them all. Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 474px; height: 355px;" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1459996_4529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen. view from the top of the stairs. Table number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 358px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1459997_4894.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basement alcove with tables 2 and 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 487px; height: 365px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1460008_1069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for our grub. Yann looks like a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 358px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1460010_1725.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chunky legs at their worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1460016_4324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Sheng. 3 servings. We brought out the mah jong table but everyone wanted BJ so we used it to put the yu sheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 487px; height: 365px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1460019_5591.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before tossing. As soon as the food was tossed, everyone swooped down upon the dish so quickly that I couldn't get a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 490px; height: 367px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2059/120/1/550241686/n550241686_1460020_5924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caya can crawl now:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-6313265611164225945?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/6313265611164225945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=6313265611164225945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6313265611164225945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6313265611164225945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-day-1-has-come-and-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-1622478480911206620</id><published>2009-01-25T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:52:12.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we didn't manage the 4 group exercise class thing. We did 2 each. I started off with Pump with Joel while Germ went to Bugis to get a belt and clutch. Then she came along and we both did RPM with Glenn. RPM was crazy. I think I loaded up too much resistance or something cos it was exceptionally tough today. My whole front and back were covered in sweat. I think the only dry spot on my shirt was the area covering my sb. After that, Germ went for Combat with Jun Wei and I waited for her to finish before we showered and walked to Funan for some grub. After that, we walked to UIC building for reunion dinner. Turns out we were the earliest of all the family members though we came at 5.30pm on the dot. Food was good. My uncle gave me an ang pao with Aussie notes inside. Haha. Great. I have money to use there. 17 more days baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is a mess now cos my mum thought that it'd be a good idea to move my stuff around. And all the new stuff I bought is currently being stored at random corners of the room. So much for the recent spring cleaning I did of my room. I quite expect not to have any space to sleep when I come back for the hols. My room will probably be converted into a store room of sorts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-1622478480911206620?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/1622478480911206620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=1622478480911206620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1622478480911206620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1622478480911206620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-we-didnt-manage-4-group-exercise.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-7846432729987270517</id><published>2009-01-25T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:52:54.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sephora is the make-up junkie's ultimate playground. Nirvana, baby! Anyway, I was there for the first time today with my sis. The items stocked in the store aren't as varied as that on the Sephora site but that is to be expected. Everything was super expensive and I don't think I 'd spend my money on those things unless if I can help it. The house brand make-up is relatively affordable though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchard was crazy packed today. Everyone was out probably for some last min New Year shopping. I only have 1 brand new outfit. I think I'll re-cycle whatever I bought last year but haven't got a chance to wear. That, or I'll wash my dress and pray that it dries on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I busted $280 on a year's worth of contacts. Stupid astigmatism. And if that's not bad enough, my base curve is higher than the average person's (meaning my eyeball is relatively flat) so I have to get Focus Toric. I don't have the freedom of trying out other brands which could possibly be more suitable for me. Thanks, freak of nature body. Thanks very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germ and I will attempt to do the seemingly impossible tomorrow. Stay for 4 group exercise classes in a row before CNY dinner. Pump with Serena(or Joel), RPM with Glenn, Combat with Jun Wei and Hatha Yoga with some random guy whose name I can't remember at the moment. We don't wanna have to go out then come home only to go out again. Yea. That's the plan. 4 hours of gym. Wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-7846432729987270517?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/7846432729987270517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=7846432729987270517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7846432729987270517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7846432729987270517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/sephora-is-make-up-junkies-ultimate.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-2004139675085219952</id><published>2009-01-23T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:54:48.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>17. Given my taste in music, sometimes I wonder if I was born in the right era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I don't like crowded places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I shit at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. At one point, I actually chose my uni based on whether there was Les Mills in the gym on campus. Of course, I came to my senses after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I'm afraid of butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I'm afraid of children holding big helium balloons and would rather walk a big round around the shopping centre than walk past them. That, of I'll cover my ears and make a run for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you count all the hamsters I ever had, it would total up to 9 minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. In kindergarten, I'd get full marks for every spelling test but would cry during every ting xie cos I didn't know any of the words despite my maid spending hours the night before helping me learn the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I only crave noodles during my period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great! Woke up at 11am. Hung around at home then I met Cheryl, Cel and Cel's sister in the afternoon. We went to Grand Cathay for a movie. We watched Inkheart which was not too bad. The story was quite original and the characters were quite likable. The Arabian guy was cute and despite looking really young, he's our age. Haha. Phew! Cher and I are not pedophiles. Walked around PS a little while Cher entertained us with her superb ability to come up with fantastic song lyrics. And Cel and her proved that yodeling should just be left to experts like Julie Andrews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left them before dinner. Headed down to One Raffles Quay where I had Attack with Glenn today. He told me that he saw my sis in the afternoon. She couldn't go for Attack this week cos she's supposed to be somewhere else at night so she went for his RPM in the afternoon. Anyway, Cher and Cel were wondering what Attack is. Well, BA is basically a 1 hour high impact cardio class where you jump, kick and run around like a mad person and pray you don't get a heart attack in the process. Maybe the only time when you're not jumping and running around is during warm-up, abs and cool-down. Those 3 probably only make up like 15mins of the class in total. So that's 45mins of craziness. Here's a preview...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUfKeh7WJIg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUfKeh7WJIg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yXCSMlfXles&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yXCSMlfXles&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YnxRX1wZjyk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YnxRX1wZjyk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Besides this, there is a track where everyone runs in a circle round the room like an idiot. Anyway, funny  guy wasn't there today:( But crazy ang moh was there. OMG. He was damn chiong again. During the "running around in a circle" track, he overtook the lot of us for the first round. Then somehow, he was behind me so I purposely ran like siao and didn't let him overtake me. Haha. What a great way to motivate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-2004139675085219952?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/2004139675085219952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=2004139675085219952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2004139675085219952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2004139675085219952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/17.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4935905550458246817</id><published>2009-01-23T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T03:04:23.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 2.40am in the morn. I'm tired. My muscles hurt from another round of Body Pump just now and my eyes are dry as hell. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I drink a mug of milk everyday for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I actually spent a whole Sunday queuing up at J8 to get my 5566 album signed. And I didn't even like 5566, I just went with my sis. And I waited at Merlion Park with my friends in sec2 so that I could see 5566 when their Duck Tours duck came and stopped there. My photo was out on the newspaper the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I tend to like guys with either very small single lidded eyes or nice and big eyes, very rarely in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't like chocolate ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't like crabs unless they're in shark's fin soup and it is cooked till the foul crab stench is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I got my first phone only in sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I only read the papers when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 'Spot the Difference' on FB frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My routine when I come online: Sign into MSN, check emails, check blog, update blog, check Perez Hilton, check FB, view my 'Friends' page on LJ before proceeding to watch videos/read a fanfic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My Puma shoes are very inappropriate for gym and I know I must get new ones but I don't want to spend the money and so I keep procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If FB-stalking were to be a proper job, I'd be 'Employee Of The Month' every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I secretly envy rich people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I always wear white t-shirts/tops. I tend to buy loads of white clothes for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I can make good fried rice, edible at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My house does not have an oven so I can't bake sinfully delicious food&lt;=Blessing in disguise probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I don't like touching dirty people especially on the bus on the way home after a shower at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm knackered. Continuing tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-4935905550458246817?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4935905550458246817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4935905550458246817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4935905550458246817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4935905550458246817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-5627862949150592473</id><published>2009-01-22T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:44:33.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 11am today. Had a mug of milk for breakfast and attempted to make pasta aglio oilio for lunch. My pasta was too hard and stuck together:( Anyway, left the house at around 2pm with Germ and we walked to C Town. There, we first went to a facial place to get cleanser for Germ. Then we walked to the sundries shop near People's Park Centre to get toiletries. Germ bought loads of hair removal stuff while I got myself the jumbo pack shower gel and a new bottle of shampoo. By then, we were already late for our appointment at another facial place at Clarke Quay. We quickly rushed down and did our facials. It was fun!!! Won't be able to do my face in Aus. Am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tres&lt;/span&gt; sad. The facial people all wished me well for my studies though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Han's and wolfed down dinner as quickly as we could cos we were already running late for Body Pump at One George. Actually we weren't late. But we were going for Rodney's class. His classes are really popular and in order to even get a space to stand we had to be there at least 20 mins early. We managed to get there and set-up(took the 3rd last step-board) with 5 mins to spare before the lesson commenced. Body Pump 68 is crazy complicated but so darn fun. Only gripe is the lunge track for which I can't do my 10kgs cos the bar has to be used later on for more squats. Nehnehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Pump, we stayed for Body Attack. OMG. Freakin almost died by the 3rd song. WTH. I knew something was wrong when my legs started getting tired in the 2nd song. Everyone almost couldn't make it. But there was this ang moh guy who was seriously damn zai. From beginning to end, never once did I see him start to tire out. He was jumping around and kicking high like no one's business. Felt so much like kicking him and asking him to relax and no be so chiong. Oh, and I sort of pulled my neck muscle(upper trapezius, I think, if you want to get into specifics) during push-ups. CRAP! I was just doing the normal chest push-ups when I felt something readjust in my left side and next thing you know, my left side of the neck starts hurting. And it's the kind of pain where you get a neck strain from sleeping in the wrong position and you can't fully rotate  your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of it all, Germ and I were pooped. We decided that the showers were too crowded and decided to sit around outside. Met Rodney and a simple, "Issit your first time doing Body Attack? How come I haven't seen you in my Attack class before?" evolved into an hour long conversation. We now know Rodney's life story. From where he lives and how old he is to what secondary school and JC he was from. And he's one of the rare few who knows what Podiatry is. Showered and left the place at around 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Chinatown before Dad fetched us home close to 12mn. He was not pleased with us for calling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please buy &lt;a href="http://t-shirts.cafepress.com/item/2nd-alto-design-1-jr-jersey-tshirt/56374932"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for me. And you can buy &lt;a href="http://mugs.cafepress.com/item/im-the-choir-conductor-mug/120686189"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for Toh while you're at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-5627862949150592473?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/5627862949150592473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=5627862949150592473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5627862949150592473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5627862949150592473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/woke-up-at-11am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-1041178604463515394</id><published>2009-01-20T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:56:29.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 7am today. Initially planned on going for 7.20am RPM at Capital Tower but I didn't think I'd reach in 20mins. Tried to go back to sleep but couldn't so I had my breakfast and watched Ellen. Fell asleep on the sofa halfway but was quite rudely awakened by my mum shouting at my sis. Managed to get back to sleep only to wake up again at 11.30am. Quickly rushed to Vivo to meet QB, Cel and Cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at a bistro called Serendipity where the prawn bisque was ace and they carved the cured leg of pig in front of you. I had Pasta Aglio Oilio without the chillies:D Tasted quite bland but I guess cos the chillies were omitted. Walked around lots. Cel and Cher are lucky shits who can wear kid's sizes at Gap. I found a damn nice backpack type bag in the men's section. But it's $95:( The plan now is to get my Mum in a good mood and take her to Vivo where I'll "discover" the bag. Dunno if my plan will work though. Also found a damn nice red cap and QB went and bought it. Thought it was for me but sians... they went and took it away:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy R Us... Pedro and many of the usual shops like Topshop and Zara... Got pretty tired and started singing random songs like Tian Mi Mi. When the girls started singing songs from the IJ CD, QB was mucho annoyed. Left the rest during their dinner to meet Germ for dinner. Went to Cap Tower for Rodney's RPM. Was great today. Did the new release which was crazy. V complicated and freakin resistance uploads were killing my quads... pacing was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm looking for someone to transfer my FF membership to. Contract from April to December which is 9months. Not that I don't like it there but my uni already has a gym and Les Mills is offered in another sports centre a tram ride away while the nearest FF to me is in a whole different suburb. Help me ask around people:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-1041178604463515394?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/1041178604463515394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=1041178604463515394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1041178604463515394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1041178604463515394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/woke-up-at-7am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-572286327037645034</id><published>2009-01-18T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:58:24.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more weekends till departure. Damn fast. During this time, I'm supposed to a)get my phone fixed, b)get a year's supply of contact lenses, c)find someone to transfer my FF membership to and d)get rid of the stuff under my bed. And I'm gonna miss my cousins:( Seeing them every Saturday is always a laugh. Parkway outings are the best:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, while at the pre-departure briefing held by La Trobe's SG Society, I made loads of friends:D There were like 5 podiatry students from SG going in addition to the 3 second year students and Zelina who are studying there already. Looks like I don't really have to be worried bout being all alone and getting lost. And I also made friends who will be and are already in Speech Pathology, Biomedical Sciences and Sports Education. Nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-572286327037645034?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/572286327037645034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=572286327037645034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/572286327037645034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/572286327037645034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-more-weekends-till-departure.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-2761606472626147095</id><published>2009-01-15T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:50:43.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week, I spent 3 days making pineapple tarts. 'Twas fun. Shall blog bout yesterday and today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Isaac called. I hate to say it but he's a genius. Didn't go to grandma's cos she decided to take a break after 2 days of pineapple tart making on Monday and Tuesday. Slacked around then went to NUH in the late afternoon to sign my Bond of Deed with the parents.  My Mum's attempts at cracking jokes during the signing failed miserably. Most of her jokes were followed by this uncomfortable silence. She should just stick to talking normally. Helped my Dad wash the car in the evening. Took over an hour but it was a good workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.30am. Quickly washed up and rushed out to meet my Mum downstairs so she could take me to the dentist's for my appointment at 10am. And yes, I was on time. Took bout 40mins to finish up everything and Mum came from SGH to pick me and we went to PS. There, we bought clothes and shoes from Cotton On. Got quite a haul. 2 Tank tops, 1 guy's shirt(to wear as a boyfriend shirt) and 2 pairs of flats. Damage: $79.90. Lunched at Kopitiam then off to Spotlight where we bought fabric and lace to make a cover for our piano and also a bath towel for me to take to Aus. Then, we went back to C Town to collect my new glasses. Bought lunch for Dad then dropped the food and shopping at home before Mum drove me to Grandma's for the last day of the 3 Day Pineapple Making Extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was very late today and everyone was well into it when I came at 2.30pm. Today, there was another helper(Timothy) there. Apparently, he's my Aunt's ex-tuition teacher's son. And I didn't know this till my sis told me when I told her bout him later when I met her. I'm supposed to have gone to his place before when I was in primary school but I seriously don't recall. Even Gina remembers going to his nice bungalow before. Anyway, Timothy is incredible. His whole family is, according to my sis. He's my age. Went to ACJC. Got accepted into SMU to do a double degree in Business and Econs but wants to to go to America to do Business. He's got offers from everywhere but is quite keen on the offer from UC Berkley. Shits. My self-intro sounded something like, "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hi. I'm from CJ. Going to Australia to do Podiatry at La Trobe University.&lt;/span&gt;" Oh, and get this. HE KNOWS KB ONG!!! Hahahaha. KB Ong was his tuition teacher back when he was in sec sch and JC. KB Ong apparently doesn't waste tuition time on telling cock stories like the one bout Atomic Liow and counting the number of water molecules in a drop of water. Didn't tell Timothy that KB Ong says that ACJC is Another CJC though. Anyway, by the end of the day, we decided that we're gonna franchise Mama's pineapple tarts in America and Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole was damn cute. She came down to watch us halfway through the day and she came up to me and said, "Korkor very handsome." I turned to said korkor and said, "Aye. She thinks you're very handsome." Haha. Should've seen his face. My grandma and Aunts were very amused. My aunt(Nicole's  Mum) asked him to wait 16 years for Nicole to turn 20 then he can marry her. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Germ in the evening. Went to Grand Cathay for gym. Before gym we had dinner at Ashton's. They got my order wrong. Got me baked potato instead of mashed. Told them it was fine but they gave me a mashed potato at no extra cost. Shouldn't have eaten everything. I was so damn full. The shit thing was that we ended like 20 mins before gym started. Walked a lap round the level before going in. Pump with Joel was torture. Not cos it was shiong, but cos I seriously felt like barfing during warm-up and squats, esp when I did deadlifts for warm-ups. Worse still, whenever I looked at the instructor with a distressed face, he would wink at me. I'm like, "STOP WINKING! I'm gonna puke here!" Of course, not aloud. Xena woman was there today. My idol. I officially have a huge crush on her. Her powerful body is totally the one of my fantasies. Things were better after a while but Combat with Jun Wei came and the nausea kicked in once more. This time, Jun Wei kept looking at me cos I refused to do the war cries. Nehnehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gym, Germ and I went to B&amp;amp;J to try our luck with finding Sarah. SHE WAS THERE!!! Finally! After forever. Hahah. In her last week there somemore. Nice! Chatted for a while before rushing off to get a ride home from Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-2761606472626147095?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/2761606472626147095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=2761606472626147095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2761606472626147095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2761606472626147095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-week-i-spent-3-days-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4898187619228973396</id><published>2009-01-13T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:19:06.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't fucking like to be made use of and I don't fucking like to be lied to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-4898187619228973396?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4898187619228973396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4898187619228973396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4898187619228973396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4898187619228973396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-fucking-like-to-be-made-use-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-7608881630069779339</id><published>2009-01-12T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:33:34.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy busy today. My arse still hurts from Saturday so I didn't go to the gym. Instead, I slept in till about 11am before having breakfast and going to my Grandma's. I spent the afternoon there helping her to make pineapple tarts. It was great fun! I can now say I'm an expert at pinching patterns on the dough, molding the filling onto the crust and brushing the tarts with egg wash. My x-ing still needs a lot of work though. Going back tomorrow to help out again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, my parents and I went to Hui and Kuah for a pre-departure briefing. The briefing took  2.5 hours mainly cos all the parents bombarded the speaker and current LTU students with questions throughout the whole thing while the rest of us (new students) sat back and listened. I don't really care about whether or not I'll need any of the 129874 cards I'll have to get or whether or not printing costs 9cents a page. As long as I get my A's, get my fix of Body Pump and Body Attack, have food and a place to sleep in, I'm a happy bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-7608881630069779339?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/7608881630069779339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=7608881630069779339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7608881630069779339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7608881630069779339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-busy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-1638794491523337752</id><published>2009-01-12T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:51:40.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long day today. Spent the entire day out. And when I say "entire", I do mean ENTIRE. Woke up at 8.37am and realised that I overslept 37mins. Quickly washed up and rushed to church. Met Xin Yi, Katherine and Kathleen who were even later than me and we proceeded to meet with Mico(who was even later than us). Together, we managed to make it halfway through worship. We couldn't get a seat up front so we moved right to the back. The view is so different from the back, you can totally see the whole congregation and it's just magical. Took a pic of the view. That's a whole expo hall for you. The stage is right up front where all the lights are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SWof6v7opQI/AAAAAAAABFk/UnG7hfhyPz0/s1600-h/church"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SWof6v7opQI/AAAAAAAABFk/UnG7hfhyPz0/s320/church" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290075806459536642" 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;After church, I headed to City Hall with Xinyi where we split and I met QB. Had lunch and walked around. 2hours of walking around was sheer torture. QB is freakin the biggest male shopper I've seen. Went in to ridiculously expensive shops to try and find pants. The biggest joke was when the sales person at Massimo Dutti at Marina totally blew us off to serve some credit-card-wielding customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine came along and we bought tickets for Red Cliff 2 before having dinner at Cafe Cartel. QB and Celine have excellent bread-slicing skills:P Red Cliff 2 was not bad. Didn't wanna watch it at first cos I didn't think I'd like it. I love the tigaogao guy, and Takeshi, and Tony Leung, the hold-arrow-very-long guy and the bomb guy. Shan't spoil it for those who haven't watch. But for those who don't plan on watching, it's worth the 2.5hours. Reached home at 11.40pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-1638794491523337752?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/1638794491523337752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=1638794491523337752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1638794491523337752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1638794491523337752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SWof6v7opQI/AAAAAAAABFk/UnG7hfhyPz0/s72-c/church' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-5371159822085779463</id><published>2009-01-11T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:15:48.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gym-ed at Paragon in the morn today. First and prob the last time I'll go there on Saturday. Damn crowded. Good session nonetheless. BP + BC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to M&amp;amp;S after. I finally got the Winnie the Pooh organiser thing:D It was on clearance at only $9.90. How cool is that? Met Germ at Bugis after. She finally got her CNY clothes. Oh, and I saw my ex-student from New Town there. I think he dropped out this year. His hair was dye-ed the most awful shade of straw and spiked up. And he was just bumming around, along the curb and having a smoke. What a pity. He was actually quite a nice boy, telling me about his girlfriends and offering to help me beat up the guy who shouted the f-word in class. Hope he gets his act together soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's place after. Noting really eventful 'cept me buying a new top from M&amp;amp;S. $15. I love sales:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-5371159822085779463?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/5371159822085779463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=5371159822085779463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5371159822085779463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5371159822085779463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/gym-ed-at-paragon-in-morn-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-2411911138250423049</id><published>2009-01-09T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:27:33.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hotmail can go and die! SERIOUSLY! I've been trying to send my docs to NUH for 3 days. The doc limit is 10MB. Mine goes up to only 8MB. So what the hell is the dang problem? WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early today to go out with the parents. Dad went to the lawyer while Mum and I waited in the car. Something about Grandpa. Then we drove over to Maxwell. Dad and Mum ate there while I had a little dim sum. Sucky dim sum I must add. To make matters, I was watching Gordon Ramsey on YT the other day and he was featuring Dim Sum in his show and it looked super yummy, in England no less. Then, I come to Maxwell and have shit DS. What a disappointment. So after that, we drove over to Chin Swee where I made specs. Red specs. If I decide that I don't look too rubbish in them, you might see a pic up on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and crashed in my parents' room while my Mum was watching the trashy Taiwanese soap opera that every woman above 45 years old must watch. I had a freaky dream then. I totally dreamt up a Taiwanese soap opera of my own. It was about this girl and her husband running away from her dad into this tunnel then at the other end, she met her other family members who kept her safe. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went for Body Attack with Germ. We were late cos we thought that it started at 7.40pm when it started at 7.35pm. Came in like halfway through warm-up. Funny guy was there again!!!! He was still doing weird actions and I laughed. Aloud. Luckily the music drowned my laughter. Otherwise, I would've gotten into so much trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-2411911138250423049?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/2411911138250423049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=2411911138250423049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2411911138250423049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2411911138250423049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/hotmail-can-go-and-die-seriously-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4863603163801250829</id><published>2009-01-09T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:17:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody hell. Got screwed upside down by my Dad today for 1)Not making sure that NUH has the necessary docs for Bond of Deed and 2)Taking a 2 hour nap in the afternoon when I should've been doing so. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I didn't go to The Cathay for gym today, I went to Paragon. They moved up to 8th floor and the new place looks brill. Did Body Pump at 8.50pm. It was great cos usually the place would be crowded, but today it had like 8 ppl tonight. And there was this Xena-like woman whose triceps weight was the same as my back weight. And omg, her squat weight... Freakin 40kg...&lt;br /&gt;Even more than the MALE instructor... Twice his weight I think. And she was like frekin damn short and petite. WOW. Don't underestimate little people, man! They can kick your ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making new specs tomorrow. No more pink! And Body Attack at night with Glenn. Awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-4863603163801250829?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4863603163801250829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4863603163801250829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4863603163801250829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4863603163801250829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/bloody-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-5662123555160112922</id><published>2009-01-08T06:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:18:15.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea. I know it's 6plus in the morn. I was so tired after late night Combat which ended at 9.40pm that I crashed at 12plus(earliest in months) and woke up at 5plus. Sweet! I'm on my way to getting my biological clock back on track. Just in time for CNY and Feb 11th which is *gasp* in a month and 3 days. Anyway, I couldn't get back to sleep and after reading Daily Bread and my bible, so I decided to brush my teeth and come online. Sadly, coming online seems to be the only thing I know to do whenever I have nothing to occupy myself with. No nice shows? Come online. Not going out? Come online. Woke up too early and have nothing better to do? Come online. House on fire? Come online. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on some LJ community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twas the Month After Christmas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A co-worker sent me this today and I thought I would share. I didn't see it anywhere posted. I thought it was funny and it might give some of my fellow dieters a giggle. I'll put it behind a cut to save on space. I hope you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Twas the month after Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;and all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would fit me,&lt;br /&gt;not even a blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cookies I'd nibbled,&lt;br /&gt;the eggnog I'd taste&lt;br /&gt;At the holiday parties&lt;br /&gt;had gone to my waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got on the scales&lt;br /&gt;there arose such a number!&lt;br /&gt;When I walked to the store&lt;br /&gt;(less a walk than a lumber).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;&lt;br /&gt;The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared.&lt;br /&gt;The wine and the rum balls,&lt;br /&gt;the bread and the cheese&lt;br /&gt;And the way I'd never said,&lt;br /&gt;"No thank you, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt&lt;br /&gt;And prepared once again to do battle with dirt---&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself, as I only can&lt;br /&gt;"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip&lt;br /&gt;Every last bit of food that I like must be banished&lt;br /&gt;"Till all the additional ounces have vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't have a cookie--not even a lick.&lt;br /&gt;I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.&lt;br /&gt;I won't have hot biscuits, or cornbread, or pie,&lt;br /&gt;I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---&lt;br /&gt;But isn't that what January is for?&lt;br /&gt;Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally spells out my post-Christmas mood right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-5662123555160112922?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/5662123555160112922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=5662123555160112922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5662123555160112922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5662123555160112922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-2215335241534448149</id><published>2009-01-06T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:58:05.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been pretty busy today. Was simultaneously in correspondence with a) the NUH guy, b) Hui and Kuah and c) my dad while a) attaching documents to an email to be sent to the NUH guy, b) making an enquiry about faxing my residential agreement with the Hui and Kuah guy and c) sending out the table of claimable items from the scholarship to my dad all while fb-ing and reading a fanfic at the same time. Nice. Everything should go smoothly after I send in the letter of guarantee from my mum which first has to be signed by her then scanned into the comp. What a headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to make new specs or get more contacts. Or get more Retin-A. Or get new shoes for CNY. Or decide what to with my FF membership&lt;= I found a sports centre just next to La Trobe which has Body Pump, Body Attack and Body Balance. Nice! It's even nearer than the Nearest FF to my place which is even further North. And even nearer to the nearest gym at my place. Haha. Shit. Can't believe I'm worrying about gym more than I am about studying. This is what FF has done to me. I'll choose FF when I come back to SG. Best decision ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a damn bitch who will have n&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SWNijOgI2KI/AAAAAAAABFc/5vaneTWYReI/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SWNijOgI2KI/AAAAAAAABFc/5vaneTWYReI/s320/DSC00500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288178744790931618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o friends and will burn in hell for this but....&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'm so sorry but I saw this at Cold Storage and just had to do it. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. For those who don't know, it's best you don't ask. It's an inside thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-2215335241534448149?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/2215335241534448149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=2215335241534448149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2215335241534448149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2215335241534448149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/been-pretty-busy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SWNijOgI2KI/AAAAAAAABFc/5vaneTWYReI/s72-c/DSC00500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-1023124971586830885</id><published>2009-01-05T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:32:21.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was quite uneventful. Woke up at 12pm. New Town didn't call me. WAH LAO. I specially slept at 1am just so I'd have enough sleep for school. Read the papers while having breakfast then watched Ellen. Went to SP to meet Germ. After waiting for her to be done at the library, we had cheap food at one of the food courts there. Seriously, like $2.80 for Thai pineapple rice with fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germ then drove us to Fusionopolis for gym. Did the RPM class with Glenn. Haha. We frequent his classes so much that he already knows our faces. We do Attack and sometimes RPM with him. My bike was so difficult to adjust but I stuck with it anyway cos by the time I decided to change bike, the class had already started. Class was good. Worked up quite a sweat. Though I prefer Attack as a cardio workout cos with RPM you're confined to the little area on your bike and the most you can do it stand up and run with it. With Attack, you move around. Like seriously, there's this bit where everyone runs in a circle around the room, like a PE lesson. Totally love it! And you get to see people doing weird things. Like this weird guy in front of me on Friday. He was totally another Aaron Tan. Dunno what the hell he was trying to do but he looked darn weird doing it. The instructor saw him and was like smiling, then he looked at me and I gave the "Haha, I know" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YWva6VO_nu8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YWva6VO_nu8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-1023124971586830885?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/1023124971586830885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=1023124971586830885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1023124971586830885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1023124971586830885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-quite-uneventful.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-965849035318302301</id><published>2009-01-04T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:07:14.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I've been a slob the whole day. Didn't go to gym. Been shuttling between watching online movies and TV the whole day. Been munching on near-expiry M&amp;amp;S digestive biscuits on top of my normal meals. Such a slob. If it's any consolation, I've already dealt with the undone stuff last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my fam is doing away with the CNY reunion dinner, instead, we're planning to go to The Line!!! That's if my parents get down to making reservations before the place is fully booked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-965849035318302301?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/965849035318302301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=965849035318302301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/965849035318302301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/965849035318302301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-ive-been-slob-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-8745353188673109158</id><published>2009-01-03T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:04:38.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit It's 39 more days and I still haven't done a whole truckload of stuff for Aus! Like doing the last bit of acceptance for my accommodation(dateline on Friday) or telling the uni that I'm now a sponsored student or getting new specs and more supplies of contacts. Jan 12 is already the pre-departure briefing then will come CNY during which I would be occupied and after that.. OH NO! My family was immensely annoyed that I haven't gotten the aforementioned stuff done. Seriously, I got totally shot left right centre for it during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James McAvoy is teh sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-8745353188673109158?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/8745353188673109158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=8745353188673109158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/8745353188673109158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/8745353188673109158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/shit-its-39-more-days-and-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4063558044440589869</id><published>2009-01-02T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:41:06.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stayed up last night till 5am to watch 'The Devil Wears Prada' and 'Driving lessons'. TDWP was ok. Watchable but not absolutely great. Loved Anne Hathaway's style in the show. Very classic and chic. DL was quite good. It's about this boy whose family life is totally whack cos of his seriously deranged mother and he gets a job looking after this retired actress. Well, they slowly become best friends and in the end, his life sort of works out. Rupert Grint stars in it and it really shows off his acting chops much more than his role in Harry Potter which only involves a variety of looks of discomforts and incessant whining. Go watch it on Tudou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 2pm this afternoon:P Have been eating since then. Watched Oprah and I tell you... There is hope for Singaporeans. You know how kiasu Singaporeans always must have a piece of anything free? Well, they are no match for crazy Americans on Oprah's Favourite Things. I was watching it and when it was announced that they'd be doing OFT on the show, everyone just went berserk. Imagine full grown women of ages up to probably around 50++ jumping, yelling, crying and screaming like banshees. I have never seen such lunacy. Like ok, I'm assuming that a lot of the things are pricey but not to the point where you can't afford them. I'm assuming if you have the means of flying in to watch Oprah's recording, you'd have the means to buy your own stuff&lt;= I think I might have written about this before. It sounds pretty familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attack tonight:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-4063558044440589869?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4063558044440589869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4063558044440589869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4063558044440589869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4063558044440589869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/stayed-up-last-night-till-5am-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-6265028618784378335</id><published>2009-01-01T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:54:59.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NYE and NYD have been great! Yesterday, I went for Glenn's RPM with Germ. My 3rd spin class ever. It was crazy tiring. Still got abrasions down there and butt seat pain. Then, it was lunch then checking out the River Island sale. Nothing to buy:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late afternoon, I was to be at Kovan with the choir folks. Cher invited the rest of us to stay over at her place. But of course, I, being so deprived, wasn't allowed. Seriously. I'm 19. With a whole bunch of other people around. What kind of trouble could I possibly get up to? Yea. Met the boys(Ernest, Yu Kang and Peter) at the MRT station. They thought my haircut was a laugh and kept making Egyptian jokes about it. Peter was the worst. He went as far as asking a random guy walking by if I looked like an Egyptian. I wanted to run and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that once we reached Cher's house, it'd be safe but she, too, thought I looked Egyptian. Hung around and ate lots. I discovered that I'm not as bad in Bridge as I initially thought. I am worse. I lost every game, even with good cards and even with Peter as my partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine arrived soon after and we went to the MRT to pick her up after which we had Tau Huay. I had an egg tart with mine:D Chit chatted for a while before I left the rest. Reached home at 12mn on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morn, Germ and I went to One George Street Fitness First for an hour of Body Pump followed by 75mins of Combat. Pump almost killed me. By the time I was halfway through Combat, I seriously was just following the instructor blindly, barely aware of anything other than the strong desire to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at C Town after gym. It's crowded like crazy. People have already started to queue for Bak Kwa. The Lim Chee Guan ones. And the CNY stalls have already been set up and everything. They've even started to play CNY music in the shops. After lunch, Germ and I looked for cheap clothes. We ended our search at This Fashion&lt;= Don't judge us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at my 2008 New Year's resolutions, I'm quite surprised that I've achieved some of them... and almost 1 of them. I've achieved things like getting a driving license and convincing my parents to let me go overseas. I haven't exactly lost a bunch of weight, but I've lost inches in some places and gotten more toned and become much stronger than when I started out last year. So I haven't repainted and redecorated my room, or learnt to speak German. But what's the fun in making resolutions if you know they're all easy peasy to attain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-6265028618784378335?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/6265028618784378335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=6265028618784378335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6265028618784378335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6265028618784378335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2009/01/nye-and-nyd-have-been-great-yesterday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-2021129589262146449</id><published>2008-12-30T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:42:32.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's already Dec 30! A year has come and gone in a flash. Since I probably won't have time to be blogging tomorrow, I'm gonna do my mandatory year-end reflection today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I've been out of school for a year already. Never thought I'd do it since I'm the kind who doesn't like to sit around while everyone gets ahead of me. Ironically, I've learnt and grown much during this hiatus from school, probably even more than if I had done the NUS FASS thing as initially planned. I've accomplished things which I probably wouldn't have attempted before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year saw me in my first day of work at my very first job at NTSS. My first encounter with a student was the "you is" incident. It was then that I thought that I was so screwed since I'd be teaching the kids English. A few more days in the school and I was so ready to quit(mostly cos of the 4NA class). Despite this, I got really close to most of the kids. And then I realised, even though the school may not be ranked the best in academics the students there were all really bright and talented in their own ways. And they were all great people if you got to know them outside school. I still remember the KFC lunches with the sec ones at SP. The sec 1 group I was closest to were like little versions of my own friends. I remember taking glimpses of small but noticeable similarities between them and the choir gang. Also, I made many new friends with the other RTs. I still remember the crazy screaming teacher and the bunch of us who came out to watch the drama unfold. Funnily enough, that was the moment that brought us all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came tuition teaching. Though it was easier to handle than a class of 40 at a go, I found that tuition teachers get paid so much for a reason. The traveling plus crazy parents who want extra lessons for their kid everyday of the week even when it's not near exams among a whole bunch of other stuff. I never really enjoyed tuition till later on in the year with Jade's Bro, another pri 6 girl who I teach with Jade and, surprisingly, Spenser. I find it easier to teach students who actually are motivated to learn and do well. From this, I seriously tested the extent of my patience and a few occasions, I totally lost it. It was scary, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that came other short job stints like the lawyer thing and admin in STC. The STC thing was fun. I made many new friends there and got to see my ex-teachers as fellow staff.  Even the scariest of teachers were so nice to us. The lawyer thing was an eye-opener. I got to sit in court and witness the proceedings of an actual hearing. It's not at all like what you see on TV. Not so dramatic. And the preparations just for that few hours in court involve months of reading and analysis, a lot of practising with clients on what to say and a lot of paperwork. At the same time, my business thing was set up. And it slowly dwindled and died off as I realised I have a whole different set of priorities at that moment and didn't want to do it just yet. It was a cool experience though and I might get back to it when I return though I doubt it with my working at NUH and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the working part of my life, of course I've accomplished many things. I finally chose to do Podiatry, a path not taken by most people in Singapore, after years of wondering what the heck I wanna do when I grew up. My choice was one that not many knew of, including me before the IDP guy told me bout it. Something about what he said about it being an uncommon career choice sparked an interest in me. I did my research, did it well and good. After many months, I decided that it's what I wanted to do. If the research didn't convince me, then my volunteering at SGH sure did. Podiatry is my choice because I love the aspect of being able to meet different people everyday as well as using my skills and knowledge to help make their lives that much better in the physical sense and not forgetting my soft spot for the elderly:D And of course, my NHG scholarship. What would I do without my Dad who nagged me to apply for it. Who would've guessed that I'd get the offer? I think my scholarship story will be an inspiration to those around me, of how you don't have to get straight A's and have a whole cupboard of awards for people to recognise your passion for anything you choose to embark on. I even remember the panel asking me about my horrible Chem grades and me telling them that I didn't know why I got my 'C', I just knew that I really had fun studying it and I really tried my best. At that point, I knew I had come a long way from results day where I was truly very visibly upset over that blunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is another thing which I'm sure I won't forget. 3 tries! After the second time, I seriously quit. I left my account untouched for the whole of September till I heard that many of my peers had already passed. Then I decided to give it another go. I'm so proud of myself for not giving up. Of course, driving now is still a challenge but with more practice, I'm quite sure that I'll be F1-ready in no time:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year, I joined a gym and discovered exercise that I actually enjoy. Sure, the membership was expensive, but the fun you experience and health you get in return surpasses any of the monetary costs involved. Within this year, my body has grown stronger, more agile and more flexible than ever before. I'm actually enthusiastic about going to the gym now even if it means packing my stuff and taking a bus/walking down to whichever outlet has classes. And I'm on the gym website looking at the timetable everyday and checking to see if there are classes available during my free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, every day in my personal growth, each and every one of my friends and family have never left my side. They have impacted my life in their little ways and I'm grateful for everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To T16 people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the fun you've given me. I never fail to laugh whenever I watch you guys interact with each other. You guys do the best things, like impromptu decisions to catch the last movie at The Cathay. It's always noisy with you guys around(Manhattan Fish Market) and always a laugh when we get together. Of course, before the fun comes months and months of studying anywhere and everywhere. Here's to many more years together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v316/181/90/650372477/n650372477_926245_8209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v316/181/90/650372477/n650372477_926245_8209.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v372/181/90/650372477/n650372477_1081085_8233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 281px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v372/181/90/650372477/n650372477_1081085_8233.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1908/181/90/650372477/n650372477_1220997_7715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 475px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1908/181/90/650372477/n650372477_1220997_7715.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1908/181/90/650372477/n650372477_1221023_173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 257px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1908/181/90/650372477/n650372477_1221023_173.jpg" alt="" 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;&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;To the choir people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? We've been to a whole other continent together on 2 occasions, we've shared laughter and tears and we worked our butts off for every performance we've ever had. Everything I want to say, I know that you already know. Words can't express my love for you guys. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s For non-choir folk, this is 'Qimin the Friendly Giant Picture #1'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1667/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1646371_1191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 285px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1667/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1646371_1191.jpg" alt="" 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;To the CG (old and new, I don't have pics of the new one),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being with me every step of my spiritual journey. You guys have provided me support in times of distress like no one could. Without your support, I don't think I'd ever be brave enough to come as close to God as I am now. I went for my first Encounter this year with you and I'm certain that that one won't be the last. Where would I be without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1786/164/106/659377023/n659377023_1618459_1229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 274px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1786/164/106/659377023/n659377023_1618459_1229.jpg" alt="" 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;To my cousins and family,&lt;br /&gt;You guys are the crazy people who always accompany me on overeating sprees every Saturday. What meaning is there in life if you can't indulge in Snyder's, Chips, Ice-cream along with a whole other bunch of junk food? I'm glad that you were the people I grew up with, even with Phoebe whom I've unknowingly come to accept as part of us:D You make my Saturdays that much more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mum and Dad who come under 'family',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't known you guys, I would've thought you an unlikely couple. But somehow, you guys have worked for 25 years together. And even though I don't understand most of the things you do, I'm grateful to you for making me the person I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v184/48/56/541231576/n541231576_639800_7871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v184/48/56/541231576/n541231576_639800_7871.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v184/48/56/541231576/n541231576_639824_5838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 284px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v184/48/56/541231576/n541231576_639824_5838.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1667/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1646393_7544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 244px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1667/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1646393_7544.jpg" alt="" 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;&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;K. This is weird and I only knew them for a week. But I just wanted to say that these people were the ones who made my volunteering stint in SGH so enjoyable and interesting. Without their kindness and willingness to impart their knowledge to me, I don't think I would've done as well for my scholarship interview and I don't think I'd be so keen to start school and learn. Even with their crazy patients and assistants, I could see that they really love what they do and they are an inspiration to me of what I want to become. Thanks:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v345/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1405313_2513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v345/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1405313_2513.jpg" alt="" 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;Sounds as if I'm leaving already. Haha. Well, this year, my personal growth was massive, hence, the long reflection. Next year, I'll probably be too busy to say everything I want to say anyway. So take his as farewell part 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to psycho my parents into bringing me &lt;a href="http://www.streetdirectory.com/restaurants/singapore/reviews/restaurant-Pasta_Brava_Italian_Restaurant-1000000635.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Saw this on Makan Sutra today. It's got great reviews on both food and service. It's also within walking distance of my place. The stuff is a bit pricey though. Or some rich bloke can come treat me:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-2021129589262146449?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/2021129589262146449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=2021129589262146449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2021129589262146449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2021129589262146449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-already-dec-30-year-has-come-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-1016236334597354862</id><published>2008-12-29T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:05:23.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for my hair appointment today. Didn't know what to do with it... The hairdresser thought long and hard on what to do with my mop of hair. So guess what. I got it straightened. 3 hours and 290 bucks later, I have a cool haircut, otherwise known as Mushroom Head Ver 2.0. The look isn't as severe as the rebonded hair look which every ah lian has. He just put some noxious chemical on my hair, washed it, blowed dry and straightened the hell out of it and tah-dah, instant straight hair! The hair dresser was great, he was really professional and kept making sure I didn't starve to death ("You have to tell me if you're hungry then I'll pack food for you"), thirst to death and kept asking if I needed to use the toilet. The wait was darn long... I almost fell asleep. But I'm really happy with my hair.  I would've added highlights if not for my dad's disapproval. Shouldn't have asked him if I could and go ahead and do it anyway. Oh, and I can't wash my hair for 2 days:( Pictures follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVi5njVUAdI/AAAAAAAABFU/DaaLGw2_NDo/s1600-h/SNV35059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVi5njVUAdI/AAAAAAAABFU/DaaLGw2_NDo/s320/SNV35059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285178251869946322" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVi5nRR7IAI/AAAAAAAABFM/X51_1OuylDM/s1600-h/SNV35058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVi5nRR7IAI/AAAAAAAABFM/X51_1OuylDM/s320/SNV35058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285178247023894530" 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/19376805-1016236334597354862?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/1016236334597354862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=1016236334597354862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1016236334597354862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1016236334597354862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-for-my-hair-appointment-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVi5njVUAdI/AAAAAAAABFU/DaaLGw2_NDo/s72-c/SNV35059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-6354364287279572516</id><published>2008-12-28T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:34:52.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gym-ed at The Grand Cathay with Germ. Body Combat then Pump. Today's was quite shiong. Cos we did combat before pump. Even my legs were sweating! Wanted to stay for Attack but I was stinking up the place. So we showered and decided to look for Sarah at B&amp;amp;Js. On the way there, we saw the BP instructor, Joel, walking about. He recogniSed us and greeted us with a, "Going for ice-cream ar?" Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Selegie for tau huay, then Poon Huat to get ice jelly jelly powder then to Bugis to get shorts for Germ. Took a 12 down to Mama's place where they already started cooking the food. Money was not an issue for this BBQ apparently. There were crabs, tiger prawns, mussels, clams, LOBSTERS on top of the usual cheap BBQ fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'll tell you something cool. The producers for 'Wedding of the Year' which stars Fann Wong and Christopher Lee called up my Aunt to ask to film the movie in my Grandma's place. Yea, it happened on several occasions cos my grandma's place has this old Singaporean nonya feel to it. And it's big cos it's 2 units combined. But guess what? My aunt declined!!! When we all heard we were like, "Are you kidding me?????" How many people can boast that their place was used in a movie.. and not those small productions, mind you... It's a production with Singapore's golden couple starring the leads! Shits. Lol. Anyway, pictures follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVemNP76K1I/AAAAAAAABEk/sv-a6oITUmk/s1600-h/SNV35008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVemNP76K1I/AAAAAAAABEk/sv-a6oITUmk/s320/SNV35008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284875434288884562" 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;We ate at the backyard. Set up tables and stuff. Uncle Mark(Chelsea's and Caya's Dad) came today. He and my Dad were totally the only males who didn't help cook anything:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVemNy_emhI/AAAAAAAABEs/u5Uw31kZtF8/s1600-h/SNV35009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVemNy_emhI/AAAAAAAABEs/u5Uw31kZtF8/s320/SNV35009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284875443699096082" 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;It's Ebony and Ivory baby! Notice how our lip colours are almost alike but I'm so much tanner than RY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVemReFvX0I/AAAAAAAABFE/bgBhy0bsKXo/s1600-h/SNV35054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVemReFvX0I/AAAAAAAABFE/bgBhy0bsKXo/s320/SNV35054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284875506807693122" 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;Chrsitopher was amazing. 2 rounds of food downstairs and while later, he's eating chips. After a shower, my sis brought more food from downstairs up for him. His stomach is a bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVemQvNx7yI/AAAAAAAABE8/UXGdupwz3mM/s1600-h/SNV35049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVemQvNx7yI/AAAAAAAABE8/UXGdupwz3mM/s320/SNV35049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284875494224949026" 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;Qimin the Friendly Giant photo #2! I hung around with the kids. I think my thigh is larger than Nat's waist. Yea. The kids were making loads of noise the whole night and throwing cushions on the floor to jump on. And Nicole jumped on me. My Dad was like, "You must scold her so she will know she's not supposed to do it. If not she will not big not small." His brand of English is the most unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVemOBN9ZzI/AAAAAAAABE0/iJ_RGeKI3qM/s1600-h/SNV35057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVemOBN9ZzI/AAAAAAAABE0/iJ_RGeKI3qM/s320/SNV35057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284875447517931314" 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;Caya. Wah lao. She's damn cute! Look at her dumpling cheeks man! I feel like eating her. Very soon, she'll be able to walk and talk and I'll miss like 4 years of watching her grow:( Hope she'll still remember me after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-6354364287279572516?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/6354364287279572516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=6354364287279572516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6354364287279572516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6354364287279572516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/gym-ed-at-grand-cathay-with-germ.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SVemNP76K1I/AAAAAAAABEk/sv-a6oITUmk/s72-c/SNV35008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-811844715064955211</id><published>2008-12-28T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:25:43.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The festive season is so gonna do me in, you won't believe it. Though I frequent the gym, I seriously doubt that I exercise more then I eat. Came back from Choir BBQ at Peter's place. Turns out his place is near Tracy's place and Yi Fei's old place at Upper Bkt Timah. Thing is, his house is an hour-long trek into the wilderness(I'm exaggerating here people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there, we hung around. The guys payed DOTA. The girls watched SATC. The movie was so-so. Dunno why there was so much hype about it when it first came out. Yea, the fashion's hot and stuff but half of it isn't even wearable(SJP's flower dress. Really? And the bird thing on her head and her meringue of a wedding dress? Seriously?) Cher and I(mostly) stuck to the end while the rest played Twister. Ernest and QB ended up in such a porno-worthy position that even I had to turn my attention away from the TV to have a laugh at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good. There was a lot of meat! Satay, wings, pork ribs, steak, lamb. There was also stuff like lettuce, mashed potato(which I helped make), bee hoon, mushrooms and marshmallows. The company was great too. Andrea, Cel, Cher, Ernest, Fabian, Isaac, James, Joan, Jolene, Jun Hoe, Qi Bin, SamFoo, Sam Yu, Yu Kang. Spent time catching up and laughing like we used to back in CJ. Of course, a few left early but the bulk of us stayed behind till 11plus. Cabbed hom with QB ad Jolene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2 tomorrow with the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-811844715064955211?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/811844715064955211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=811844715064955211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/811844715064955211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/811844715064955211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/festive-season-is-so-gonna-do-me-in-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-7451338645247941812</id><published>2008-12-26T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:37:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy today. Did my international student identity card with Sarah today:D Had Starbucks and Soup Spoon and chi chatted as we ate. FOUND my pretzels and came home to make them. I now have a huge bag of 'em. I even made dark choc ones for the sake of racial harmony. I even put them in the same bag as the white ones to represent an ideal world where people of all races can co-exist without discrimination or prejudice towards each other. NAH! Haha. Some of the choir people just requested I made dark choc ones. I was just being lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how people start to look a certain way after working in their designated occupation after a while? Like, you can totally tell if a person works as a doctor cos he has a doctor face, or a librarian has a librarian face or a transvestite has a tranny face? I must be starting to have a "podiatrist face" already. Today, some old man on the bus wanted me to look at his foot. Cos we were both sitting right behind and I was wearing my new lady bug shoes which were totally rubbing against the back of my ankle. So I took em off to assess the damage. Then the old man saw me and told me to wear socks with my shoes next time. Then he went on about how at least with my shoes, I could wear socks and how his new slippers were rubbing against his feet as well and how with his shoes, he couldn't wear slippers. Then he let me see the abrasion on his foot. Haha. So cute. I love old men:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZjyd6DzSkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZjyd6DzSkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and I love this song. That, and Spirit in the Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTZrqvbJucA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTZrqvbJucA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-7451338645247941812?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/7451338645247941812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=7451338645247941812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7451338645247941812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7451338645247941812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-3805696539986567181</id><published>2008-12-25T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:06:50.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-pL6mxO-BMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-pL6mxO-BMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this, I have the sudden urge to go for a Brazilian and full leg wax as well as a gazillion hours at the gym doing squats and lunges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ankles are sore:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-3805696539986567181?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/3805696539986567181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=3805696539986567181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/3805696539986567181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/3805696539986567181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/watching-this-i-have-sudden-urge-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-6546176573231819749</id><published>2008-12-25T03:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T03:47:08.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas! So it turns out that my family gathering was moved to Sunday. So now, I can go for both choir and family gatherings. Alright! Spent the night discussing with Gina and Germ the knitty gritties of the BBQ. Here's what we came up with so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BBQ 2008&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date month="12" day="28" year="2008"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;28 Dec  2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; – Sunday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Seafood&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;1) Fish, scallop, mussel: Gen and Germ&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;2) Squid, prawn, cuttlefish: Gina&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;Meat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;1) Satay: MamaHouse order&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;2) Sausage: Yiyi Leng&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;3) Chicken wing: Yiyi Ping&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;4) Pork chop:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; sausage:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;Extra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;1) Sweet corn, potato, sweet potato, marshmallow: Reach there then go Cold Storage to buy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;2) Fruit cocktail:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and "no" can be a very useful word sometimes. Like, "No, Germ. I would not like to spend SGD70 on birks even if it's on sale at half price on Tobias Mayer and feels like sex on your feet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-6546176573231819749?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/6546176573231819749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=6546176573231819749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6546176573231819749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6546176573231819749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-so-it-turns-out-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-839000974092644554</id><published>2008-12-24T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:28:40.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas eve. Germ left for RPM without me:( I didn't go to gym in the end, not even to Paragon. But I did meet Germ at Orchard in the afternoon. Had Heeren Subway for lunch then walked around, first to Paragon. Bought Digestives from M&amp;amp;S. Tried on shoes and looked at bags at Metro. Oh, and Monsoon has the nicest formal dresses! Left Paragon and headed to Shaw House. Germ almost bought a pair of shorts from MaxStudio. The stuff there are quite nice but they go up to a few hundred bucks a pop. I hate being poor:( Pacific Plaza next where we browsed around in Flash N Splash. Nothing much there unless you're into the surfer babe look. Our next stop was FEP. I bought a pair of cute ladybug shoes. They're white sneaker flats with cute red ladybugs all over, even in the inside of the shoe. $21 bucks only. Quite cheap. Germ also almost bought a top from Ice Lemon Tee but we decided that the cut was seriously unflattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a 54 home. Christmas dinner with the fam. We ordered a turkey and honey baked ham. Then mum made salad and baked potatoes on top of veg soup and a plate of fried dou miao. OK, the dou miao was seriously out of place in a Christmas dinner but we all love her dou miao. The turkey was huge!!! We only ate the limbs and we were alrdy stuffed silly. We kept the breast meat for another time. The stuffing was so tasty but a little too dry. It went quite well with the meat though. All in all a great Christmas diner:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the gym tomorrow. One George Street. Body Pump + Body Combat + Body Balance with Calvin, some HK-ish guy. I hope it won't be too crowded. I hate having to fight with everyone for space. I always seem to have this problem at FF, except for Body Attack which not many people go for. Body Attack rocks:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-839000974092644554?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/839000974092644554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=839000974092644554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/839000974092644554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/839000974092644554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-6941283965257248072</id><published>2008-12-24T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:58:37.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't log onto facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymmed in the morn. Pump + Combat. I think I'm in love with the Pump instructor. He's so hot. And his body's great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung around in Orchard for a few hours. Met Jamie and Nicole whom I joined for an hour or so before going to Admiralty for my CG Christmas party. I was the first one there. It was weird at first but I got to know a few of Cherine's friends who were from choir as well and things just got better from there. One of her friend's, Laurer(??), whom I partnered for ice breakers, was totally damn funny lah. He was so enthusiastic and so responsive to everything. He was totally the life of the party. XY, Yvonne, Kat and Sopna came v late. Sopna loved my donuts:D She kept taking them and popping them in her mouth even after dinner. I loved the ikea meatballs:D I took 7 in total... and loads of konyaku jelly. Super shiok. Got loads of presents as well. Pictures will be up on fb... posted by Yvonne and XY. Reached home at 12MN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-6941283965257248072?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/6941283965257248072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=6941283965257248072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6941283965257248072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6941283965257248072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-log-onto-facebook-gymmed-in-morn.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-915152721661083037</id><published>2008-12-22T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:28:19.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stayed at home today. Made donuts for tomorrow's party. Couldn't find the one I wanted despite going to 39873957 bread shops for the past week. So I decided to buy the mix and make them myself. It was surprisingly easy... but the waiting part's quite tedious. Cos the dough has to rise at various parts of the pre-cooking process. I tried a few of them before packing them into containers and they taste just like the ones at the stores. Nice! I'm such a pro. Thanks to mum for helping... or trying to help till I chased her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and I'm up till the 18th ep of '1% Of Anything'. I love the older brother of the lead female character. He's so cute!!! He's like those calefare actors and always plays doctors.. &lt;a href="http://search.empas.com/search/img.html?q=%B0%E6%C1%D8&amp;amp;ef=0&amp;amp;e=1&amp;amp;tc=0&amp;amp;wi=37&amp;amp;n=0&amp;amp;fv=V&amp;amp;n=9&amp;amp;cw=5826"&gt;Heres&lt;/a&gt; a pic of him. Cute right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-915152721661083037?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/915152721661083037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=915152721661083037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/915152721661083037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/915152721661083037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/stayed-at-home-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-8255583182609720768</id><published>2008-12-21T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:32:31.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/wenn2222602__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 448px;" src="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/wenn2222602__oPt.jpg" alt="" 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;Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected my phone from Jia En today. The few hours without it have been living hell. No alarm clock, no means to contact anyone, no phone book so I can't contact anyone with a public phone anyway... Wow. Really how scary how I've become so reliant on technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, hung around Novena for a bit before proceeding to Orchard to walk around and stuff. Saw carolers at Wheelok. They were ok... except for the fact that throughout every song, some smart alec tenor will go out of tune and they don't really blend with everyone else. Smart. Tenors. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-8255583182609720768?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/8255583182609720768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=8255583182609720768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/8255583182609720768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/8255583182609720768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahahahaha-collected-my-phone-from-jia.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-7015522678246353284</id><published>2008-12-21T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:00:39.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gymmed in the afternoon. Played pool with Ernest, Cher, Cel and QB. T16 BBQ in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SU0x66Jz2xI/AAAAAAAABEc/1iz1BrBDqPk/s1600-h/T16bbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SU0x66Jz2xI/AAAAAAAABEc/1iz1BrBDqPk/s320/T16bbq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281932826088037138" 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;Mr Foo was the star of the day. He taught us some cool game to help finish the leftovers. Qimin says, "In the end, he kenna the most and almost vomited. SIA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the pic is Yi Hui and Shem who came only in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Foo drove the girls home after.  I dropped my phone in his car. How nice. Jia En picked i up for me. Meeting her tomorrow to collect it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-7015522678246353284?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/7015522678246353284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=7015522678246353284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7015522678246353284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7015522678246353284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/gymmed-in-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SU0x66Jz2xI/AAAAAAAABEc/1iz1BrBDqPk/s72-c/T16bbq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-6811663525782537170</id><published>2008-12-20T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:43:42.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent most of the day at home. Still watching '1% of Anything'. Went to meet up with a few of the choir people for Andrea's church Christmas party. It was great fun! Many people, great food, the games were quite fun though our team was the last. Our singing was awful but no one seemed to mind. I think I was the most out of tune. Haha. NVM. There's always next year. If they'll have us again:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and they screened this vid of the life story of Neville Tan. It really moved me the way God uses the last, the lost and the least in society. Imagine a guy, condemned to the very lowest in society, in confinement and everything... by God's work was able to be the first ever inmate to complete his Cambridge in prison... was able to even cause the superintendent of the prison, who loathed him mind you, to acknowledge his achievements and wish him well upon his release. And by God's work to cause Neville, a man so full of rage towards the superintendent, to forgive him and shake his hand.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class BBQ tmw! Can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-6811663525782537170?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/6811663525782537170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=6811663525782537170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6811663525782537170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6811663525782537170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/spent-most-of-day-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-6255058556015052161</id><published>2008-12-19T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:36:05.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 1.30pm today. I think I broke my personal record. No job, no school, no aim. My life is totally wasting away except for those few hours at the gym. Anyway, my mum cooked loads of crab today. Opened the wok only to be met with the nasty stench of steamed crabs. I almost barfed. After getting my daily mug of milk, I didn't step into the kitchen for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Germ to Capital Tower for Pump. Pump was crazy. Rodney was merciless. Tried to cheat during abs but he totally caught me and totally made known his displeasure by knocking on the ground next to where I was doing my plank. Hahaha. I wanted to laugh. He always makes me want to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Germ and I walked to Raffles Place Asian Kitchen for me to eat Zha Jiang Mian. I had a craving for it... From there, we walked to Marina Square for HK ice desserts. Totally shiok!!! I feel likw gymming tomorrow. But my sis doesn't want me to cos she'll be in school. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCHEDULE FOR THE WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday : Paragon BodyPump 1.10pm-2.10pm, Shop for groceries, Make pretzels&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Paragon BodyPump+BodyCombat 11.10am-1.15pm, CG Christmas Party&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Capital Tower RPM 12.30pm-1.20pm, Christmas Dinner with family&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: One George BodyPump+BodyCombat+Body Balance 11am-2.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Dunno yet but I'm def going for something since I have a BBQ on Sat:D, Make chocolate pie, Choir prac(?)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Meet choir people in the morn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ti6ENbqlkMY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ti6ENbqlkMY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPav44v545Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPav44v545Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love old songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-6255058556015052161?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/6255058556015052161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=6255058556015052161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6255058556015052161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6255058556015052161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/woke-up-at-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-1721638578687762750</id><published>2008-12-17T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:24:02.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I crashed at 9pm last night. Earliest I've slept in months, maybe even years! I totally expected to wake up early at around 8am or 9am. Boy, was I in for something when I checked the time on  my phone! 1.22am. WTH. I couldn't get back to sleep so I watched 2 eps of a Korean drama I found and then went to sleep. Woke up again at 11.10am. So much for re-tuning my biological clock.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from gym and tuition. Gym was great as usual. Body Attack with Glenn. The lst one ever cos they're changing it to Body Balance. Dunno why no one goes. It's damn fun and an even better work-out than combat in my personal opinion. The only reason I can come up with is cos it's too tough? Anyway, there were only a handful of people today. Many left to go back to work, leaving 3 of us doing cool down together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of renting a DVD from FF to watch, namely The Dangerous Lives of Alter Boys which came out a few years back but I had no one to go watch with. I actually stood at the DVD area for a long time thinking of whether or not I'll be able to finish and return it within 2 days. Haha. While deep in contemplation, I suddenly heard some guy behind me say, "CJC!" I was kinda stunned for a bit before turning around to see Glenn. So  amusing. I decided to wear my CJ shirt and FBT shorts today cos I was afraid the counter people would give me wrong size again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Tanjong Pagar to get bread to eat on the way to tuition. Tuition was great. Did letter writing with him. He was greatly amused today. Shan't say by what but he couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like going for Pump tomorrow. Is it normal to be on the FF website everyday and trying to fit gym sessions around my schedule??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-1721638578687762750?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/1721638578687762750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=1721638578687762750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1721638578687762750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1721638578687762750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-crashed-at-9pm-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-640201602343725204</id><published>2008-12-16T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:42:24.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've made it through the day with only 3 hours of sleep in my system. Nice. Gym-ed in the morn at Paragon. Body Pump + Body Combat. Was great! I noticed that Fitness First guys are better looking, richer and have nicer bodies than Planet Fitness guys. Oh, and some guy almost kicked me in the face during combat. I initially thought I was far far away from him but he was totally moving damn a lot and he was so tall with darn long legs and when he did a side kick, his shoe was almost in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gym, Germ and I walked round Paragon and Taka before heading to Raffles City for lunch at Soup Spoon. Garlic Naan is the best:D Ate much... Tried he mushroom pesto sandwich as well. It's my new fave. Totally beats the Caesar chicken hands down. Saw my ex-piano-teacher as we went up the escalator. She didn't see me though. After lunch, in an attempt to walk off the heavy lunch, sis and I window shopped. I tell you, when end-of-season sale arrives, DON'T CALL ME OUT cos I'll be busy at the shops. The Fall/Winter stuff by River Island and Topshop are ace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Skeletons in the closet. I really shouldn't have been such a busybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-640201602343725204?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/640201602343725204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=640201602343725204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/640201602343725204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/640201602343725204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-made-it-through-day-with-only-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-5227824236168018423</id><published>2008-12-15T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:49:18.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept at 7plusam yesterday. Was watching Mean Girl Ah Chu or something. Just found it lurking around on YT and decided to give it a go. Sam Wang is damn bloody funny and cute. He kinda reminds me of James. I think it's the small eyes coupled with the tootness. Woke up at like 1145am this morn and I don't feel like going back to bed. Amazing. From now till Feb, I'm gonna try and adjust my biological clock back to not-nocturnal-mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ASOS dress arrived. It looks totally cute. It's not too short so I guess I won't be needing the leggings after all. The neckline is super flattering and I can still maintain full mobility despite the material being totally non-stretchy. Haha. It's some weird raincoat-esque material... I guess it's so the dress maintains the shape. But it's super comfy so I'm no complaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-5227824236168018423?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/5227824236168018423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=5227824236168018423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5227824236168018423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5227824236168018423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/slept-at-7plusam-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-6893298577744033984</id><published>2008-12-14T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:30:51.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day was quite busy. Woke up, went to NUSS gym with my Dad after which we picked Germ up from home. Dropped her off at Katong Mall for work(she's a piano teacher at our music school) while Dad and I waited at Grandma's. Nicole, Nat and Caya were there. Today something cute happened. I came into the room only to get a whiff of some vile shit smell. I figured someone must have shitted or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked, "Who saisai?? Nicole issit you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's meimei!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nat, you saisai issit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Nat, who usually doesn't speak to me and usually runs away when she sees me says, "Yes, I saisai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I was like OMGWTF$@$%#$^$!!!! "GO LOOK FOR YIYI!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yea. I spent the later part of my time in Katong buying a cake from &lt;a href="http://www.savouryfare.com/shop/"&gt;Savoury Fare&lt;/a&gt; nearby and bread from Cold Storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Germ, Dad and I headed home to prepare for our dinner at Mitzi Cantonese Restaurant. It's my parents' 25th Wedding Anniversary this year so we decided to eat out. Dad totally made the mistake of taking along a bottle of French wine and putting it next to me. I kept pouring myself some and downing the thing in one shot. I thought that I'd be fine as long as I didn't drink as much as I did in the beer thing. Boy, was I wrong. I totally forgot that wine is more alcoholic than beer and and I got so pissed drunk, you wouldn't believe it. Dad and I finished like 4/5 of the bottle. I could barely walk without holding on to my dad. My whole body was red and hot and looked like I broke out in a rash or something. When I say whole body, I mean it. My arms, legs, abdomen, chest, face. My eyes were red as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally reached home, I totally crashed on the sofa. I fell asleep with make-up and my lenses still on. Freaking slept like a log for 2 hours even while my sis was watching TV. When I woke up,  had the same throbbing headache as before. It was awful. Luckily, I knew how to stop the headache, drink water like siao. Haha. Now, after loads of H2O and a shower, I'm doing well:D Mum is super pissed at me. She keeps telling me not to drink when I'm in Aus. Haha. I think I'm gonna still be drinking there but not till I get pissed drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUUfMRxss1I/AAAAAAAABD8/sWFqG9UlEXU/s1600-h/DSC00474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUUfMRxss1I/AAAAAAAABD8/sWFqG9UlEXU/s320/DSC00474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279660433952518994" 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;Katong, my childhood hangout. Oh, how I'll miss you. Don't think I'll see shop houses like these in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUUfL2DoUBI/AAAAAAAABD0/DSGKUTnBBRA/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUUfL2DoUBI/AAAAAAAABD0/DSGKUTnBBRA/s320/DSC00473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279660426511536146" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUUfMxzL3yI/AAAAAAAABEE/ITYqsgjt2S0/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUUfMxzL3yI/AAAAAAAABEE/ITYqsgjt2S0/s320/DSC00481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279660442548690722" 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;Me at the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUUfNH07THI/AAAAAAAABEM/XYTOHWric0I/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUUfNH07THI/AAAAAAAABEM/XYTOHWric0I/s320/DSC00484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279660448461573234" 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;Dad and I look the same. Hahaha. You can't see it here but I was drunk as shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUUfNjvN_kI/AAAAAAAABEU/l3CD_P48N4Q/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUUfNjvN_kI/AAAAAAAABEU/l3CD_P48N4Q/s320/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279660455953825346" 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;We went to a hawker centre nearby for dessert:D:D Dad and I still look the same. He's prob the only SJI guy I'll ever tolerate. That's a total achievement in itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-6893298577744033984?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/6893298577744033984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=6893298577744033984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6893298577744033984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6893298577744033984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-was-quite-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUUfMRxss1I/AAAAAAAABD8/sWFqG9UlEXU/s72-c/DSC00474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-6923670227149207910</id><published>2008-12-14T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:37:49.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was great. Went out early in the morn to Woodlands for CG. Helped to plan for the Christmas party on the 23rd. It's gonna be great judging from the gifts and food that we'll be preparing for the guests. Wanna get at least a few people from the other choir sections to come so we can sing a few songs for them. Cos they really really wanna have the choir people sing at the party. Didn't really promise them anything but it'll be great if they get their wish.*This is where the choir people get the hint and tell me they're coming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midway through, got a msg from Yu Kang asking me to go for the World Youth Choral Festival with him. Since I had nothing to do in the afternoon, I met him at City Hall at 2pm. There, we got tickets which were 10bucks a pop and walked to VCH. the performances were ok... Not the best, nor the worst. Haha. But a great experience nonetheless. After the showcase, we bumped into Mr Toh!!! Totally cool. Spoke to him and stuff:D:D Told him bout going to Melb and everything and he seemed pretty keen to know more bout it. Prob sometime next week, I'll be going back with YK to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we met up with YK's friend who was the soloist and together, we walked to the Esplanade to check out the schedules for caroling. Looks like the next few weeks leading to Christmas will be quite packed cos I'll be heading down to Esplanade to watch the performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's house next. Everyone was there today. My sis, Christopher, me, RJ, RY, Gina, Chelsea, Nicole, Natalie and Caya&lt;=Chronological order people. 10 Cousins, one of which is a guy. The only one. So sad. Mama cooked popiah today! I was the first one to have a go at making them and held up the queue behind me cos I was too slow:P  After dinner, the six oldest kids(my sis to Gina) went to Parkway to walk round. Topshop, DP,  Marks and Spencer's, Espirit, Diva... Chris and Germ bought much junk food from M&amp;amp;S. Bought the choc wafer thing as well. Chris was not impressed with it but kept eating them. His excuse, "Must finish then can quickly throw away what!" WTH. Anyway, we stopped by Swensons for Earthquake!!!! Yummy. Pictures follow.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUPdyal7fCI/AAAAAAAABDk/GVw2gjgV4rg/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUPdyal7fCI/AAAAAAAABDk/GVw2gjgV4rg/s320/DSC00465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279307046409960482" 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;RY, RJ, Chris. No one wants to go near him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUPdyImUtcI/AAAAAAAABDc/tDbKurADvn0/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUPdyImUtcI/AAAAAAAABDc/tDbKurADvn0/s320/DSC00470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279307041579775426" 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;Me, My sis, Gina. Get this, Gina is Chris' sis but totally doesn't look like him. RJ AND RY only kinda look alike... My sis and I look EXACTLY the same. How weird is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we all bought ourselves wallets and watches!!! Check mine out. I'm finally changing my wallet after 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUPdyrMdWaI/AAAAAAAABDs/K35pBu32Mog/s1600-h/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUPdyrMdWaI/AAAAAAAABDs/K35pBu32Mog/s320/DSC00472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279307050866530722" 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/19376805-6923670227149207910?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/6923670227149207910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=6923670227149207910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6923670227149207910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6923670227149207910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SUPdyal7fCI/AAAAAAAABDk/GVw2gjgV4rg/s72-c/DSC00465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-1041194104931286615</id><published>2008-12-12T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:53:43.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujBA_C_mgnk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujBA_C_mgnk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this, half-expecting KB Ong to make a guest appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Absolute Boyfriend now and it's great! I stayed up till 5am last night and had to sleep in this morn. Was totally knackered. Missed gym as a result:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-1041194104931286615?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/1041194104931286615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=1041194104931286615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1041194104931286615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1041194104931286615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-watched-this-half-expecting-kb-ong-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-6794584572583282232</id><published>2008-12-11T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:40:32.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today started off ok. Spent the day watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bu liang xiao hua&lt;/span&gt;. I'm left with the last ep to watch cos it hasn't been uploaded yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, sis and I went for Pump. On the way there at the traffic light, some asshole on a bike decided that it would smart of himself to ride past us and shout out some vile comment in Chinese. If that wasn't enough, he decided to show off his superb English and shouted it to us in English as well. Had I not been fooling around and laughing with my sis, I'd have thrown my shoe bag at him. What a douche! Totally spoilt my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pump was great of course I was right in front today... The class was so full, I took the last step board. I was so worried at first cos some man grabbed it. When I saw that he already had one then I was like, "Eh..." Then I found that he actually took it to pass to me. How nice. It's nice to see that there are actually some nice people in the world as opposed to Bicycle Bastard(yes, I named the asshole).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Bicycle Bastard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to know I was of service to you. You must've gotten a high from calling us what you did. That, the rocking motion of riding your bike and the chance to show off your superb bilingualism... You surely must've cummed in your pants. If you could, you probably would've added in a few Malay or Tamil words in for better effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there are plenty of people who contribute greatly to society. I'm smart, I'd like to think I look decent... I probably will contribute to society too in the future when I'm a podiatrist. You clearly will not and likely never will. You're probably one of those fucking hobos who bum around, open their mouths to complain and talk smack about other people but never to anything to change for the better. Your greatest contribution to society would likely be being hit by a fucking concrete mixer as you shout out your crazy comments to other people. I hope that if you do, they report it on the papers so that I can keep the newspaper clipping and bloody frame it up in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably one of those who get a high from making others miserable and conscious of themselves. You probably have no friends or family... so little friends that you don't need any fingers to count them with. Wanna know why? Cos people generally tend to stay away from crazies like you. I have friends, people who love me, people who care enough to want to spend time with me. At least I don't need to ride around on a bike and yell crazy things at people who have done nothing whatsoever to provoke or disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fucking asshole! I would've beat you up right there and then if you had not been riding off on your bike like the coward that you were. I probably would at least have thrown something at you had I not been in shock at your display of utter disrespect to other human beings and that bloody grotesque mugshot of yours. Fuck you asshole! Have a great rest of your life until that concrete mixer comes. Bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mario Lee Qimin Genevieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm muchly pissed... I know he's not likely to see my wonderful masterpiece of a letter but it sure does help to let some of the steam out. Let this be a warning to any asshole who dares cross my path. YOU WILL NOT BE SPARED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-6794584572583282232?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/6794584572583282232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=6794584572583282232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6794584572583282232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6794584572583282232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-started-off-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-7089161863824314269</id><published>2008-12-10T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:15:37.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for Attack this morn. Supposed to go for Pump before that but I forgot my wallet and I only found out at the bus-stop which is a 15min walk away from my place. So I had to walk back and decided that I wouldn't make it in time. Anyway, Attack was great. Ok, I was like the slowest and least co-ordinated but at least I lasted throughout the whole class, unlike people who left after 20mins. Oh, and I can wear M shorts. I noticed my shorts were a little fitting today so I thought maybe my thighs got larger. But in the toilet, when I took them off, I found that the counter guy accidentally gave me M shorts. WTH. That was like the 2nd time it happened. Next time, I'll bring my own shorts. Walked home after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Cel's sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the evening I walked to Chinatown MRT from my place to meet Andrea and Celine. Celine changed money then we bought cha ye dan(tea leaves eggs) to eat as we walked. Haha. Then, we met Peter, Ernest and Marcus at Raffles City and headed for Suntec for dinner at this Korean place. The food was alright but really oily. Should've ordered noodles or something. Anyway, the whole night, Peter and Ernest kept looking at my chest!!! Cos I was wearing my white Espirit fortune cookie T-shirt and they kept pointing to it and saying "Fortune cookie". So horrible right? My chest is not of fortune cookie proportions please!!!! WTH. Yea. We hung out at Coffeebean after dinner. Yu Kang joined us after a while. There, I've made my decision to never marry a tenor to add to my other condition for non-marriage... from SJI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=er98kbAkh_c"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Is Wilber Pan not the cutest thing ever? The video is damn bloody funny! He was like singing really nicely then the 2 other guys were just mucking around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-7089161863824314269?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/7089161863824314269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=7089161863824314269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7089161863824314269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7089161863824314269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-for-attack-this-morn.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-732260839514167407</id><published>2008-12-09T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:12:27.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I woke up at 1.30pm today. Lunched, then hung around before heading to Paragon for gym. Did Body Combat and Body Balance which was great. It was such a challenge to do Combat cos my coordination isn't he best but I'm so proud of myself. The instructor was damn fun! He kept the energy level of the class up and kept going, "PARTY PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE!!!!" And everyone would go, "OIIIII!!!!!!!!!!" Hahaha. Damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to La Senza:D Spent like 90 bucks there... Almost spent more cos I wanted the monkey pyjamas. It would be great to wear in Aus esp in winter when it's cooler. But dunno whether I'll look dumb wearing monkey pyjamas in the dorms. They're quite cheap... like buy 2 get 2 free or something. Some of the other designs are cheaper. I wouldn't mind the other designs as well... Anyway, if anyone wants to get me those for Christmas, I'm an L. Thanks:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's confirmed. I'm leaving on the 11th of Feb. Taking the 11.40pm flight. So take leave, do whatever, make sure you're there to send me off. Thanks. Haha. I'm joking. Don't expect it'll be easy for me to leave if I see my friends at the airport right before I have to do so. Maybe if I see my sis, I'll run onto the plane... Haha. Oh, and even though my parents are going there with me, they're going on their Melbourne tour and leaving me to go to the uni by myself. Their following me there is just a convenient excuse to go on holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-732260839514167407?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/732260839514167407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=732260839514167407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/732260839514167407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/732260839514167407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-woke-up-at-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-9134672404190622827</id><published>2008-12-08T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:20:45.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4msQUCUAjE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4msQUCUAjE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit lah! Why are all the good movies R21???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shan't make pretzels for choir party... I shall make a chocolate pie:D What do you guys think??? Pretzel-making is just too time-consuming and tedious. With choc pie, you still get dessert of the high-caloric variety and it tastes just as great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be at the gym right  now:( Nvm, I'm going tomorrow. Will prob do spinning... or Step Class then Body Balance. See how first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad have gone to the travel agent's. They've gone to get plane tickets. 2 more months baby! From now till then, I'll prob be shopping for clothes and stuff to take over. Hahaha. This is so my fave part please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-9134672404190622827?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/9134672404190622827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=9134672404190622827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/9134672404190622827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/9134672404190622827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/shit-lah-why-are-all-good-movies-r21-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-2517433822403202691</id><published>2008-12-07T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:16:05.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm thoroughly shagged. Been out and about the whole day... Church then Cel's friend, Kelsey's, place to perform. It was a BBQ. They fed us well... I think I ate enough prawn to fill a small pond. Haha. And drank like a fish too. White wine, pink champagne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Christopehr wanted to go Chunk Fest as well... But he ame to Grandma's too late. So we ended up going to Cold Storage and buying 2 tubs of B and J and pretended we were there. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found these yesterday. Stop and savour the magnificence of these classics. I stayed up till 4am last night listening to these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEOkxRLzBf0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEOkxRLzBf0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKXO2T06ZBU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKXO2T06ZBU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1__KQZvoBpc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1__KQZvoBpc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEvTOdqqVD4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEvTOdqqVD4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-2517433822403202691?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/2517433822403202691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=2517433822403202691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2517433822403202691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2517433822403202691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-thoroughly-shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-920342691362874702</id><published>2008-12-06T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:11:31.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's BJ day! And I'm not going. I've no one to go with. No one I know likes me enough to want to go with me. I lead a very sad life. Whatever. When I go to Aus, there'll will be enough ice-cream to feed me till I go up to 200kg. Then I'll die a happy mass of fat cells. BAH! Who am I kidding? I wanna go BJ!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was busy busy. I woke up all grumpy and ready to snap and anyone within a 1m radius around me. Well, I did. To mum and sis. Then I left for gym. Body Pump and Body Balance. My first Body Balance class!!! Who knew doing all those stretches could work up such a sweat! And it was super fun and relaxing. I'd do it again. Walked home after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinnered then went for choir at Cel's place. On the way there, near my place there was some commotion going on. They blocked out a section of the road and there were firemen, policemen, fire engines and ambulances around the area. There didn't look like there was an accident or anything... Anyway, the area that they blocked is where I usually cross to take the bus and the traffic light was there and everything. When I wanted to cross, the policeman told me to cross up ahead... In other words, he asked me to jaywalk. Haha. First time ever a policeman told me to break the law and when I did right in front of him, he didn't fine me or anything. I'm a wild woman baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was so-so. Loads of memorising to do... Practiced this morn and I've got most of the songs done already:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-920342691362874702?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/920342691362874702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=920342691362874702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/920342691362874702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/920342691362874702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-bj-day-and-im-not-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-1416591235042478204</id><published>2008-12-04T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:08:14.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/greysanatomy/1097052.html?#cutid1"&gt;WILL DENNY JUST DISAPPEAR ALREADY????&lt;/a&gt; OMG. Why is he butting in just as Alex and Izzie were doing so well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calves hurt. Cos I did a new class yesterday, &lt;a href="http://www.lesmills.com/global/en/members/bodyattack/bodyattack-group-fitness-program.aspx"&gt;Body Attack&lt;/a&gt;, yesterday. It was seriously a challenge in terms of endurance and co-ordination. The crazy part was that before that, I did a Pump class. Lol. It was like an aerobics class, even more hard core. There were jumping lunges where you had to lunge then jump and switch legs to land on a lunge again.. we did many many of those. Then running around, first jogging, then knees tucked up as we ran, then feet kicking our butts as we ran. We did many of those. Can't remember the rest. All I remember was sweating like mad and trying not to fall flat on my face while doing the movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little under the weather today. Have a runny nose and the beginnings of a sore throat. Hope I'm well enough to carry on with activities planned for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met QB, Cel and Yu Kang for dinner at Asian Kitchen, After that, we went to Esplanade and watched some choir rehearse. Totally a New Horizon in the making please, complete with hand actions... got walking some more... From there, we went to Marina Square for coffee. That was when the fun began. Chit chatted and laughed and laughed. OMG. Damn fun. Times like these will be rare in the future when everyone's grown up and busy with their own lives. I'm savouring them while I still can... Anyway, Cel and I came up with these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STgcVxv6X6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/GGcUnhEqW78/s1600-h/QB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STgcVxv6X6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/GGcUnhEqW78/s320/QB1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275998123921661858" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STgcWIhHMaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/7hzJKMjNEn8/s1600-h/QB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STgcWIhHMaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/7hzJKMjNEn8/s320/QB2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275998130033602978" 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/19376805-1416591235042478204?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/1416591235042478204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=1416591235042478204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1416591235042478204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1416591235042478204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-denny-just-disappear-already-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STgcVxv6X6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/GGcUnhEqW78/s72-c/QB1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-478437863844229590</id><published>2008-12-03T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:05:35.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday saw Gina, her mum, Ru Yann, my mum, Germ and me at Jurong Bird Park. Thankfully, it didn't rain nor was it very crowded. I guess it was because we were there at 8.30am! Saw loads of birds there. Had a traumatic experience at The Lory Loft. It's this aviary where there is nothing separating you and the birds and they just fly around you and stuff and you can pay to feed them. OMG. The birds were damn freakin scary! I think they almost mauled me like the white tigers did the zookeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550277_4044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550277_4044.jpg" alt="" 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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550270_2043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 232px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550270_2043.jpg" alt="" 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;At the Lory Loft. This crazy bird kept splashing water at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550272_2601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550272_2601.jpg" alt="" 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;Bird looks like it's screaming at me. I swear, they were totally ready to attack me. Crazy birds! I kept screaming when they flew over my head. Germ was the best. She opened an umbrella and held it high above her head throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550269_1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550269_1753.jpg" alt="" 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;Wonder which dumb ass made this sign. Wonder even more which dumb ass let the first dumb ass put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550200_7509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 244px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550200_7509.jpg" alt="" 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;Qi Bin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550213_619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550213_619.jpg" alt="" 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;Loved the flamingos! JBP has this wedding service thing where they let you have your reception there and you get flamingos running around in the background. I want flamingos at my wedding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550236_6690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550236_6690.jpg" alt="" 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;At the Birds of Prey show. The trainer was showing us how these vultures break eggs in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550233_5876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550233_5876.jpg" alt="" 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;Trying to untie the trainer's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550197_6826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 234px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550197_6826.jpg" alt="" 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;My sis the Dino Descendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550098_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550098_0.jpg" alt="" 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;The girls:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550234_6146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v539/48/56/541231576/n541231576_1550234_6146.jpg" alt="" 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;This is the money shot baby! Qimin, photographer extraordinaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STZnSLGr_ZI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/NORWFDqlAs8/s1600-h/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STZnSLGr_ZI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/NORWFDqlAs8/s320/tiger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275517575427259794" 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;QB: You know what would be the most insensitive thing to do? You wear this shirt and go to Singapore zoo and walk into the staff room. Then you ask for a job as a zoo keeper, keeper of the white tigers, take over the job of the man who died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never laughed so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-478437863844229590?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/478437863844229590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=478437863844229590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/478437863844229590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/478437863844229590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-saw-gina-her-mum-ru-yann-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STZnSLGr_ZI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/NORWFDqlAs8/s72-c/tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-877193356522797574</id><published>2008-12-01T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:36:58.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun. Planned with my sis to go for RPM at 7.30am this morn but I woke up at 6.50am and my sis sept only an hour so we skipped that. Couldn't get back to sleep so I came online before succumbing to sleep. Woke up at 11.30am and headed for Body Pump with my sis. After that, we took a bus to Queensway to walk around then to anchor point to buy ingredients for picnic food to bring to Jurong Bird Park tmw. Dad fetched us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, I met Sam Foo, Peter, Celine, Isaac, James, Marcus and Nat for Crystal Jade Steamboat buffet at HV. Super nice. Ate many many xlb. Sat between James and Nat which was great cos they kept taking food for me. Hahaha. Had a super great time chatting and catching up and laughing at retarded things like eating jelly with chopsticks. Pictures abound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STQJDIMPmRI/AAAAAAAAAxw/TFxYsUM7yDg/s1600-h/SNV34743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STQJDIMPmRI/AAAAAAAAAxw/TFxYsUM7yDg/s320/SNV34743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274851012900788498" 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;Our stack of XLB baskets. We had 2 rounds of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STQJEDuqpMI/AAAAAAAAAyA/JS6ahexRET0/s1600-h/SNV34756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STQJEDuqpMI/AAAAAAAAAyA/JS6ahexRET0/s320/SNV34756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274851028882859202" 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;Sam Foo, Peter, Celine, James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STQJElB3TeI/AAAAAAAAAyI/UXXz4q18mns/s1600-h/SNV34754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STQJElB3TeI/AAAAAAAAAyI/UXXz4q18mns/s320/SNV34754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274851037821750754" 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;Isaac and Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STQJDSGyz0I/AAAAAAAAAx4/GtNsTX621ts/s1600-h/SNV34753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STQJDSGyz0I/AAAAAAAAAx4/GtNsTX621ts/s320/SNV34753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274851015562284866" 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;James, Me, Nat, Isaac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi Bitch was supposed to join us but he was stuck in camp. He only came after we finished. We went to Wala Wala for drinks while he had dinner there. I had a Sangria which was good. Had to down it really quick cos my Dad wanted to fetch me home. I went home even before the boys who had to book in tomorrow morning. I lead a sad, sad life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-877193356522797574?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/877193356522797574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=877193356522797574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/877193356522797574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/877193356522797574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STQJDIMPmRI/AAAAAAAAAxw/TFxYsUM7yDg/s72-c/SNV34743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-2136948957072016720</id><published>2008-11-30T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:44:44.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday: Gym(Fitness First. No more Monday BP@Suntec), Buy food to bring to Jurong Bird Park, Meet choir people at HV&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Jurong Bird Park&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Make-up Jade Bro's tuition(?), Gym, Choir&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Gym&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Gym, Choir&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Gym, Chunk Fest&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Church, BBQ:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19Dec:Andrea's Church Party&lt;br /&gt;Dec20:Class BBQ&lt;br /&gt;Dec23:CG Christmas Party&lt;br /&gt;Dec27-30: Bangkok(I don't wanna go anymore!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Dec27: Choir BBQ(If I don't go to Bangkok)&lt;br /&gt;Dec27: Grandma's annual year-end BBQ??(Gina pls confirm for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to be a smart shit and take a 12 home from Expo today. 1.5hours on my arse. Sleep finish also haven't reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui and Kuah sent me a letter inviting my parents and me to a La Trobe University Pre-departure briefing. I'll get a pre-departure package and everything. Seriously, I think they're like damn good. They take care of everything for you on a personal level. The nehneh IDP guy just called me the other day to ask me whether I'm still taking up Murdoch and Curtin. Like, Hello? Anyway, leaving in 2 months... So fast alrdy! Looks like December will breeze by given the number of activities I'm involved in. Jan will prob see me busy with buying things for Aus and meeting with the scholarship people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;My sis just came home from a gathering with friends, one of whom just came back from Melb. Apparently, Melb is crazy infested with thieving scheming people who steal your stuff on the trams and break into your houses and take drugs and ask you crazy questions and all sorts of nonsense. And she says if you wanna survive there you have to be street smart. Dunno whether to believe her or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-2136948957072016720?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/2136948957072016720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=2136948957072016720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2136948957072016720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2136948957072016720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-gymfitness-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-2509781247109856935</id><published>2008-11-30T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:58:18.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoever befriends Ernest and me are the luckiest punks around. We did something today which was so immensely selfless and admirable that we should receive an award of the highest honour. Right, Celine??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Mum at Chinatown in the afternoon. Bought new shoes. They're super comfortable and cost a bomb. Apparently, going overseas means loads of new things. New, expensive things. Like the new laptop my Dad bought. And Mum almost bought me a new bag. "Leather one don't one ar? Go see the Nike... Or Adidas?" Siao already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's at night. Chelsea and Caya weren't there. Played with Nicole and Nat. Made them laugh like siao. Hahaha. Oh and I bit my lips a few times within the evening. Dad says I'm "heaty". Now my inner lip is so busted, it's like red and raw. Super gross. Pics to follow(of the kids, not my lip):D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STFxfYlMlnI/AAAAAAAAAxo/XHsYvp3RZk8/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STFxfYlMlnI/AAAAAAAAAxo/XHsYvp3RZk8/s320/DSC00448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274121422615910002" 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;Nat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STFxes8eKUI/AAAAAAAAAxg/VDJirSWALJ4/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STFxes8eKUI/AAAAAAAAAxg/VDJirSWALJ4/s320/DSC00447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274121410902370626" 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;Nat and Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STFxeU8MSGI/AAAAAAAAAxY/CFKsHzyK76k/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STFxeU8MSGI/AAAAAAAAAxY/CFKsHzyK76k/s320/DSC00445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274121404458748002" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STFxeTyalhI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/RwL0ARTxEoQ/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STFxeTyalhI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/RwL0ARTxEoQ/s320/DSC00443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274121404149306898" 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;I have a soft spot for Natalie cos she's the younger one and the blurrer one.  Reminds me of me when I was younger. If you think I'm blur now, you should've seen me when I was younger. I kept getting lost everywhere. I remember getting lost in IMM and Botanical Gardens. And I cried and some stranger brought me to the info counter and bought me orange juice then they made an announcement. I cried and cried till my idiot Dad came along with my sis. He really should've lost her. then ignored any announcement bout her loss. My life would've been perfect from then on. I guess life is unfair that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousins and I have decided on date to go to Jurong Bird Park. We decided last week then today some smart shit suggested Zoo. So for the whole night we were discussing which one to go. When we finally settled on zoo, we found that zoo only has KFC, which is shit food to us. So we were discussing and finally came to a conclusion... Jurong Bird Park I think but we're supposed to bring our own food. Hahaha. So cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-2509781247109856935?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/2509781247109856935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=2509781247109856935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2509781247109856935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2509781247109856935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/whoever-befriends-ernest-and-me-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/STFxfYlMlnI/AAAAAAAAAxo/XHsYvp3RZk8/s72-c/DSC00448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-5658819652630942800</id><published>2008-11-28T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:29:20.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ci-uo2tmSc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ci-uo2tmSc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this open-mouthed and wide-eyed until the part where he starts twirling the things. OMG. I almost died laughing!!!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CNY outfit is more or less settled thanks to ASOS. &lt;a href="http://www.asos.com/Asos/Asos-Check-Cap-Sleeve-Prom-Dress/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=364869&amp;amp;cid=5234&amp;amp;clr=BlueCheck&amp;amp;sh=0"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is what I bought. Add GST+cost+handling, it totals up to SGD41.70. I think the shipping will be another few bucks... Yea. Still cheaper than the River Island dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dad is crazy, he went to expo this morn for the IT fair to get my laptop the fan tray thing. I was supposed to go with him but I overslept. He called me a while back to say he's getting me one of those small laptop things. The ultra-portable ones. And I just got my current laptop this year. He says in Aus, I can leave my big PC in the dorm and bring the small one around then at night I can transfer the data over. Is that the craziest thing you've ever heard or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Practice was great this week Addison's brother was a laugh. I hate Sam. He's divorced his wife already. MOVE ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-5658819652630942800?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/5658819652630942800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=5658819652630942800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5658819652630942800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5658819652630942800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-watched-this-open-mouthed-and-wide.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-1452785361611608803</id><published>2008-11-27T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:38:19.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. Funniest BP ever! And the funnies didn't come from Martin but this uncle behind me. I think his song was in front of me. We had just finished biceps which included seated dips which, to anyone who has done them at the frequency and speed of BP, is one of the most painful motherf***ers  to do. The son must've been new cos he was having loads of trouble. Then after the track, while everyone was stretching and stuff and it was dead silent, out of the blue the Dad was like, "You do until so tired for what? Just bend your knees and cheat lah!" He said it kind of loudly and I'm quite sure Martin heard it. Haha. I wanted to laugh my patented Qimin laugh but it'd be quite embarrassing so I stuck to giggling. Wahlao!!! Super funny! I couldn't stop smiling throughout my cardio session. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen the Bolt trailer? I just caught it and the hamster's darn cute. I feel like squishing him and eating him, like I wanted to eat Theodore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-1452785361611608803?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/1452785361611608803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=1452785361611608803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1452785361611608803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/1452785361611608803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4425754555696961998</id><published>2008-11-26T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:13:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K, so let's do yesterday first. Went for gym in the morn. My last Tuesday morning gym:( It was really crowded... Luckily I marked my territory with my towel and bottle before setting up the barbells and stuff. It was a crazy session, especially when you're trying to recover from a BP session less that 20hours ago. My shoulders, triceps and biceps were screaming. After that, I went to Tanjong Pagar to meet someone. I totally got lost... Luckily, my sis was a phone call away and I soon found the building like 20mins after alighting the bus. So embarrassing... Tanjong Pagar is supposed to be my turf, I've lived there all my life and yet, I still can't find my way around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Raffles City after that in search of my CNY clothes. And I'm not kiasu. CNY's in January! So I browsed around the usual shops, Topshop, Dorothy Perkins, Espirit, River Island, Robinsons with a concept in mind... I wanted to just get those high-waist poofy skirts and just wear whatever basic tops I had already. Cost-effective and I really like the look. If you don't know what I mean, the pics are below for your own reference. Not my pics... got them off yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r130/ryuusei14/highwasitedfullskirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 255px;" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r130/ryuusei14/highwasitedfullskirt.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a380/twominutetommy/MakiMaki/MakiMaki16/birdskirt6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 421px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a380/twominutetommy/MakiMaki/MakiMaki16/birdskirt6.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m3/mar2008/7/1/F57FDC9A-A9E5-39A4-F13A9DD855185BC8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m3/mar2008/7/1/F57FDC9A-A9E5-39A4-F13A9DD855185BC8.jpg" alt="" 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;So fabu, so chic, so high street, right? I didn't really find anything till I got to River Island. There was this damn hot skirt. It was poofy with crinoline and everything(must be a nightmare to wash though). I tried it on and it looked great... But it was like 100++bucks. Totally not within budget:( Oh, and I also saw this hot green bubble dress... Surprisingly, I looked quite nice in it. The colour was fab, the cut was fab and my legs didn't look like crap with the bubble hem. Oh, and my back muscles looked nice:) Of course, the thing cost 100bucks:( And for fun, I decided to try a pair of high-waist shorts. Let's just say, I need to do more squats and lunges before even thinking of buying the thing. Anyway, the shorts were 100 smakaroos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, feeling totally like a pauper, I headed to Topshop thinking the stuff there might be cheaper. Boy, was I wrong. Tried on 2 dresses which were more than 100 each. Despite this, my shopping experience at Topshop was made enjoyable cause of the nice sales guy who helped me find the dresses and left them at the changing room so I could browse more. 5 stars for service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Germ at Marina Square where we went to Changing Appetites for cake. 1/2 price for sliced cakes on Tuesday. Was so full after, I didn't eat dinner. Not eating dinner did nothing to erase the guilt. But then again, Christmas calories don't count. Right? RIGHT??? After that, we went to Sasa.. Played around with the testers... Had a good laugh... Bought hair tie things before leaving soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to the Civil Service College . Spent the morning there before my parents picked me up and we went for lunch at Redhill. Lunch was great. We had it at some restaurant called Zi Yean. I drove home:) Was a safe journey home... When we got home, Dad took over to park the car and guess what? HE CRASHED IT! Hahaha. He was inching the car into the lot but the van next to us was too close and at a speed of 5km/hour Dad drove the front of the car into the side of the van. Smart move! If he dares to tell me off for my sucky driving, I shall remind him of this revolutionary moment in time. I'll never let him live it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally reached home, Germ bugged me to make pretzels. So reluctantly, we got out the chocolate and started dipping. When we got started, I totally forgot why I was so reluctant to make them. The white chocolate was good... They're what orgasms are made of I tell you. Pics from our white chocolate escapade follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SS0JL38HpJI/AAAAAAAAAw4/9wWHFwpBmu0/s1600-h/SNV34736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SS0JL38HpJI/AAAAAAAAAw4/9wWHFwpBmu0/s320/SNV34736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272880838320039058" 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;Dip it and mix it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SS0JMPJmj6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/bxYJQA9IvMY/s1600-h/SNV34741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SS0JMPJmj6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/bxYJQA9IvMY/s320/SNV34741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272880844550606754" 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;Oh, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SS0JMkPBzSI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ZL2jwhR5F6U/s1600-h/SNV34742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SS0JMkPBzSI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ZL2jwhR5F6U/s320/SNV34742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272880850210508066" 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/19376805-4425754555696961998?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4425754555696961998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4425754555696961998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4425754555696961998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4425754555696961998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/k-so-lets-do-yesterday-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SS0JL38HpJI/AAAAAAAAAw4/9wWHFwpBmu0/s72-c/SNV34736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-2806883005133237371</id><published>2008-11-25T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:25:46.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c-vaGctUJJY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c-vaGctUJJY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-2806883005133237371?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/2806883005133237371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=2806883005133237371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2806883005133237371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/2806883005133237371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-7235981873168047288</id><published>2008-11-23T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:46:30.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drove to Cel's house with my dad to pick up some stuff. She seemed quite impressed with me though I doubt she'd feel the same way if she had seen my Dad pick on me for a)driving slowly, b)exiting at the wrong exit of the highway and c)almost hitting a woman. Seriously. The left side mirror brushed her arm which made her turn back with a look of absolute shock on her face. I would've found it highly amusing if not for my dad yelling at me. I stick by my stand that it wasn't my fault cos the stupid woman was totally walking on the road. People should seriously realise the extensive uses of the walkway, one of which is to WALK ON. So getting to Marine Parade form TP was a disaster cause I exited too early and ended up in Geylang. Luckily, I sorta knew the way cause I landed on the bus 16 bus route somehow. Picked Germ up, stopped at Tanjong Pagar to get bread and then Dad took over the wheel to drive us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi Bin should see &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?sid=feb66aad50814c6cd5ae637d127761c0&amp;refurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fs.php%3Fsid%3Dfeb66aad50814c6cd5ae637d127761c0%26ref%3Dsearch%26init%3Dq%26q%3Dpodiatry%26n%3D-1%26o%3D4%26k%3D200000010%26sf%3Dt&amp;gid=5749784991"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Found a whole bunch of Podiatry FB comms. They're totally great. And even before starting the course, I totally can relate to most of the things the people there rant about. Haha. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be my last day at Planet(True) Fitness. I'm going on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Maybe I'll throw in a Saturday morn for good measure. Shits lah. I'm gonna miss everything about the gym. Now, I can't go to Sentosa and shower at the Vivo outlet anymore!!! Nehnehs. And I can't inflict self-torture upon myself by going for Ram's BP. At least now, I can just walk to Capital Tower for gym... Or swim... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-7235981873168047288?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/7235981873168047288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=7235981873168047288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7235981873168047288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7235981873168047288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/drove-to-cels-house-with-my-dad-to-pick.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-7629840522068104726</id><published>2008-11-23T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:32:25.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First time in 3 weeks I went to Grandma's today. Only Gina, Christopher and the babies were there and Gina left with Nicole and Chelsea to watch some show, leaving me with Natalie(who's scared of me), Caya (who can barely speak) and Christopher(who was busy with PSP). Speaking of Caya, she now has hair... and it's blonde, a light brown at least. And her eyes are not black... I dunno what colour exactly, but they're not black. So crazy. You'd never think that she's actually half Chinese. Oh, and some random European dude from next door came over to speak to my Aunt. Dunno bout what but they were speaking for so long. He was quite cute:D A nice change from the usual all-female crowd at Grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Gina left with the kids and an Aunt, I was left with the adults. Mum wouldn't let me carry Caya and Natalie wouldn't come near me. So I hung around for a while before walking to Katong Mall to buy vegetables and multi-grain chips. I bought Awfully Chocolate ice-cream as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I returned, I decided to hang out with Christopher. He let me play PSP. I totally do not see the appeal of the small little device that has all my friends addicted. The tennis game I played was so boring. I passed it back to him to finish for me. We consumed some of the chips then he suddenly had a craving for tutu kueh. That sort of triggered my craving as well. So off we went to Marine Parade to get some. Idiot Christopher said he knew they had it there. Well, they didn't. He ended up buying potato chips, bubble tea and Waffles. I bought Tau Huay. Then we went back to eat the tau huay. He ate the chips. I wasn't too keen on that. Yea. If you may or may not have noticed, Saturday is the one day I don't care what I eat. The rest of the days are spent making sure my calorie intake doesn't exceed 1500Cal. I think I consumed 10 times the recommended amount today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids returned, the house was back to noisy mode. They were showing off their paraphernalia from the excursion. And Chris made Nicole cry.  Nice job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-7629840522068104726?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/7629840522068104726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=7629840522068104726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7629840522068104726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7629840522068104726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-time-in-3-weeks-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-6024551634208007693</id><published>2008-11-21T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:29:33.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days have been an emotional roller coaster ride for me cause of the scholarship. I won't really go into much detail but lets just say, because of my dad(who encouraged me to apply for it in the first place) I almost didn't accept the offer. I managed to hand in the letter today, which is the dateline itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new favourite Starbucks beverage. Vanilla Latte. Had one before gym. Should ask them to make it less sweet next time but it was quite good nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Marks and Spencer's has the nicest Christmas things. The Christmas cards were so nice!!! And the Christmas hampers were rockin' The best things were the 2009 wall calender organiser things. The girly clothes design and Winnie design looked so darling. I want everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym was great as well. 20mins cardio, Pump, 45mins cardio. And some cute woman took my equipment before class started. Haha. When I told her, she was damn cute. She said it was her first time so I helped her set-up and everything. Aww. I remember my first time in Pump. Monday morning, 9.30am. My sis helped me set up. Then, I was still using 1kg for everything. Now, I know how much I can take and the proper form and everything. How I've grown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germ fetched me home after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-6024551634208007693?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/6024551634208007693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=6024551634208007693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6024551634208007693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6024551634208007693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-few-days-have-been-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-7972649964206286767</id><published>2008-11-19T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:11:50.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 8am today. Earliest ever in the last 2 months. Mum drove Dad and I to NUH to see the scholarship person to discuss the bond deed and whatever. On the way, near my house, I saw an ex-CJcian from T15. And a few metres ahead, I saw Fei Zhen walking to the bus stop. They were prob on their way to sch. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At NUH, Mum dropped Dad and me off. Dad and I walked a long way before reaching the meeting place. There, Dad discussed the legal stuff with the scholarship guy. I sat and listened. Oh, and they told us what I'd be getting for the scholarship. I can't remember in detail but there are a lot of allowances to receive. Like, every single thing is an excuse to give me money. I was a bit overwhelmed by it all. Haven't signed the acceptance letter yet. We requested for an extension in the dateline to consider further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went for Jade's bro's tuition. Her dog is damn cute!!! It jumped on my butt as I was walking in. Hahaha. Did informal letter writing today. After that, I went to town to walk around myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kino to read mags then went to the Taka basement to walk around. Then I walked to HMV where I saw the Straight No Chaser Christmas Album. Apparently, they were such a YT phenomenon that some recording company got them together again to do a Christmas album. $22.95. Told my sis about it but she didn't seem interested in getting it for me. To the person who reads this and is nice enough to get it for me, I will call you squishy and you shall be mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-7972649964206286767?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/7972649964206286767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=7972649964206286767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7972649964206286767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/7972649964206286767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/woke-up-at-8am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-193543507715237611</id><published>2008-11-18T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:44:53.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.diabetic-foot.net/CLEAR/how_to_debride_nueropathic_diabetic_foot_wound.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is what happens if you don't look after your foot. I almost cried watching this. Almost cried and vomited in fact. I'm gonna be such an outstanding podiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym-ed in the morn. I'm gonna miss Martin when I leave True Fitness. He was super funny today. Oh, and I have vouchers for trial passes at the yoga centres, spa and gym if you want. While giving them out, he was like "You want more can take more. I 've got thousands" Then he looks at me, "You want more? Give all your friends. How many friends do you have? 10 000? Come, take" Then he hands me 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon was spent making min jiang kueh which are basically the peanut pancake things they sell in the market. My sis and I made them and they taste great. Only thing is the texture is softer and we made them thinner than what they sell outside. We finished everyhing soon after cleaning up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-193543507715237611?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/193543507715237611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=193543507715237611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/193543507715237611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/193543507715237611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-what-happens-if-you-dont-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-4561128234952200069</id><published>2008-11-17T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:46:37.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With so-called artistes like Miley Cyrus dominating the charts today, it's hard to find performances as pure as this anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYhrYHmUPn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYhrYHmUPn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Mr A-Z and John Mayer are one of the only few who stay true to the very essence of music making and performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been trying to contact NHG through the number they left me to make enquiries the whole day. No one picked up. Smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-4561128234952200069?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/4561128234952200069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=4561128234952200069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4561128234952200069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/4561128234952200069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-so-called-artistes-like-miley.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-8672805248996472854</id><published>2008-11-15T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:31:00.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CG outing at Sentosa today. Was fun. Mico, Serene, Cherine, Katherine, Kathleen, Sopna,  Yvonne. XinYi was sick though:( Don't worry, Christmas party will be bangin' just for you!!! Anyway, we all met, had lunch and all and were at Sentosa by 2pm. There, we walked ages to find a spot and finally settled somewhere near Sapphire Pavilion. There, we had a mega picnic and built stupid things with the sand. Then, some young people chased us away cos they were supposed to have IBM family day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of the day consisted of us settling under some trees and playing 'Monkey'. When it started to rain, we moved into the shade and played 'Whacko' and 'Uno'. When the rain stopped, we ventured out to take pics:D After we were too poop-ed to take anymore pics, we headed off to clean up. I went back to Vivo with Serene cos she had to leave and I wanted to go to Planet Fitness to shower. The rest washed up at Sentosa:( Feel damn guilty for leaving them there while I showered in luxury but my dislike for dirty toilets clearly overpowered my guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we met up at Vivo and said goodbye to Sopna. Then, the rest of us at Kolo Mee. Kolo mee was damn good!!! Dinner conversations were interesting. Hhaha. And I'm gonna marry a pilot, doctor or lawyer next time. Everyone still remembers my tai-tai dream. Ben and Jerry's next. Had s miserable time there. Wrote a complain letter to them on behalf of the 6 of us. I'll put it at the end of the post cos it's super long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we walked around. Went to Mango, Forever21, Pull and Bear... then Yvonne, Cherine and Mico parted ways with Kathleen, Katherine and I. My group decided to walk around till our legs couldn't take it before going home. When I say "legs couldn't take it", I really mean it. We were sitting on the escalator steps and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SR709Mq-lHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/UR60rngKHLg/s1600-h/SNV34713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SR709Mq-lHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/UR60rngKHLg/s320/SNV34713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268917946280744050" 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;Can you see our mermaid in the sand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SR709rzNVRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/xCKGZjN7GO0/s1600-h/SNV34724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SR709rzNVRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/xCKGZjN7GO0/s320/SNV34724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268917954636764434" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SR7095po2QI/AAAAAAAAAww/u2jGoGRQW_c/s1600-h/SNV34727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SR7095po2QI/AAAAAAAAAww/u2jGoGRQW_c/s320/SNV34727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268917958354721026" 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;My wonderfully crafted complaint letter. Notice the anger and fire in my tone. I think my complaint letter writings skills have deteriorated somewhat since the end of GP but what the heck. Can understand can alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To The Management,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been a loyal customer of Ben and Jerry’s for many years now and every experience I have had at each of the different outlets has been a pleasant one, until today. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This evening at about &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="19"&gt;7pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;, five of my friends and I were at Ben and Jerry’s Vivocity for some ice-cream. As in the past, we were expecting the high quality service that Ben and Jerry’s had provided the public for so long. However, today’s experience was an utter disappointment and we were disgusted at how one of the staff members, Sharon, behaved towards my friends and me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Sharon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was the staff member who took our order, the Merlionster, today and later served it to us on the dish. When we finally got our ice-cream, we were disappointed to find that the scoops of ice-cream served to us then were smaller than those served to us in the past. Attached to the letter is a picture (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/qimin/merlionster1.jpg) of the said order. You can clearly see the measly portion of ice-cream served to us by your staff member. Attached to the letter is another picture I found on the internet of the Merlionster (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/qimin/merlionster2.jpg) served to another of your customers. Comparing the 2 pictures, one can clearly see the vast difference in the size of scoops in each serving. Having had 3 of my friends worked at Ben and Jerry’s Great World City and Grand Cathay previously, I understand that the management is strict in ensuring that all ice-cream scoopers are aware that a scoop is exactly 3 ounces and by the end of the training session, each staff member can independently gauge the size of a 3-ounce scoop. The first picture clearly shows that the scoops in our order were vastly smaller from the intended 3-ounce scoops.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Initially, I assumed that the small portion of ice-cream served to us was due to new cost-cutting methods by the management. However, upon closer inspection of ice-cream served at other tables, we were horrified to discover that it was only our share which was distributed so unequally. Coincidentally, we found that Sharon and one of my friends have known each other previously and admittedly, I understand that their relationship is an antagonistic one. Despite this, I feel that no matter the customer, all servers should adhere to the rules laid down by the management and any reason for knowingly breaking such rules, personal or otherwise, is invalid.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The act of willful misconduct of staff member Sharon not only reflected a lack of professionalism and immaturity on her part, it had reflected unfavourably on the shoddy selection criteria and training regime which the management has adopted to employ potential staff members. Even if a staff member should have any dislike for a particular customer whatsoever, I feel that treating them as &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Sharon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; has treated my friends and me is utterly distasteful and negligent especially when said customers have done nothing of any sort of provoke her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope that the management would rectify this matter and see that other customers do not have to be put through the experience that my friends and I have undergone today. It should be made known to all staff members that any personal frustrations outside work should not be brought into and affect the work in the shop, much less inflicted on paying customers like my friends and me. I hope that the management does something to make known to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Sharon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; the frustration that we have experienced at Ben and Jerry’s Vivocity today because of her and to let her understand that her lack of professionalism and utter immaturity had cost her company its reputation. Rest assured that Ben and Jerry’s Vivocity has lost 6 of its valuable customers in us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Regards,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lee Qimin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-8672805248996472854?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/8672805248996472854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=8672805248996472854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/8672805248996472854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/8672805248996472854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/cg-outing-at-sentosa-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0VedESXSBY/SR709Mq-lHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/UR60rngKHLg/s72-c/SNV34713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19376805.post-515935906437179309</id><published>2008-11-14T14:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:37:18.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grey's is getting weirder and weirder each week. Why was Izzie kissing DEAD Denny? How is that even possible? What about dear sweet loving Alex??? Can't believe they just dropped Erica like that with no proper explanation or build-up to her departure. Crazy writers... Anyway, Sloan was great as usual. Big Grey, Little Grey and Big Sloan. Phwoar!!! McArmy and Yang were hot as well:D:D It all seems too sudden but at least she finally gets someone after Burke left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember a few weeks back, I was all hush-hush about some really important thing that could change my career and everything? Well, I was actually applying for the NHG Health Science Scholarship. I qualified for 2 rounds of interviews with 2 different hospitals. I didn't wanna say anything here cos I didn't wanna jinx myself and it'd be damn pai-seh if I said it out and didn't get it. Today, I'm telling you guys this cos guess what???? I GOT THE NHG HEALTH SCIENCE SCHOLARSHIP!!! Whee!!! I'm with NUH which is great cos I thought the people there were really nice and friendly. It's great, cos then my Dad won't have to fork out his CPF money to pay for my uni course. He's done so much for me already and taking his money meant for retirement is just wrong. I have to accept by next Wednesday. Maybe I'll pop by before Jade's Bro's tuition or somehing. YAY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-515935906437179309?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/515935906437179309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=515935906437179309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/515935906437179309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/515935906437179309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/greys-is-getting-weirder-and-weirder.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-6683081637742259508</id><published>2008-11-13T21:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:29:19.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was supposed to crash Celine's Soci lect today. I was so looking forward to it. I went to bed at 12mn and set my alarm to go off at 9.30am. Then I switched off the light and lay in bed and waited. And waited. And waited. I got up to pee at 2.30am. Then I went back and finally fell asleep at 5am. Thank you very much. Woke up and felt like crap. And I was supposed to clean up my sec sch stuff from the shelves. I ended up not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my visa has finally been approved. Now I can get my plane tickets:D Will have to contact the Hui and Kuah people to check if there is anything else to settle:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a tip. When you're trying to eat healthy, DO NOT watch Nigella. Seriously. I was watching her show yesterday and she made this french toast thing but the catch was that it was dredged in castor sugar and on top of that, the raspberry sauce she made had more castor sugar in it. AND she cooked it in this mixture of butter and veg oil. OMG. Looking at her eat it, out of nowhere, I just had to have something sweet and buttery. At that point, like some sign from heaven, I totally thought of the cinnamon rolls they started selling in a small shop near the supermarket at GWC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. So I did it. I went and bought one before gym. I initially thought they'd be pastry-like but they were in between a bread and pastry... I dunno how to explain but it was not as buttery as expected. Lucky for me, cos otherwise, I wouldn't know how to deal with the immense guilt that was sure to come with eating it. I took a whiff and after that, let me tell you... I did not just eat it, I devoured it. It was so damn good. It was crumbly on the outside, but inside, it was soft, cinnamon-y and tasted of all-round freshness. There wasn't a whole bunch of sugar in it which is always a plus cos otherwise, it'd be sickeningly sweet. It was sweet enough to enhance the taste of the cinnamon. A million thoughts flitted in my head as I tasted the wonder that was the cinnabun. Well actually, no. The only thing in my head was, "Oh baby..." So I stood in the middle of the mall, attacking the bun, not caring that I had a look of ecstasy on my face and cinnamon all over the front of my shirt. When I was done, I flicked off the debris from my face and went about my merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym was intense. They fixed up everything already and I must say, I'm very impressed. They replaced everything with new machines. The ellipticals are better than ever. They still have the plastic sheet over the screens and buttons. Nice! And there are more free weights and dumbbells. Only downside was that they removed the woman's gym.. and everyone can look into the GX and cycling studio now. No biggie for me. So I had to try out the new ellipticals. They were rockin! 24mins on that before class. 1 hour of Pump. Then I wanted to do the stair machine but Coffee Prince was on on Ch U and the stair machines were all occupied so I did more elliptical while watching. So all in all, an hour of cardio + an hour of strength training. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird convo between my ex-student and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. says:&lt;br /&gt;Sian sia.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. says:&lt;br /&gt;masturbate lei.&lt;br /&gt;Qimean: Driving down a highway near you baby! says:&lt;br /&gt;excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. says:&lt;br /&gt;shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope it's some stupid virus and not him. Or an annoying brother trying to impersonate him. Totally sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-6683081637742259508?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/6683081637742259508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=6683081637742259508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6683081637742259508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6683081637742259508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/was-supposed-to-crash-celines-soci-lect.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-5392765120663866718</id><published>2008-11-12T12:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:52:24.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Med check-up for my visa today. I spent 2 hours at the clinic for what might have been a 30min job. There was lots of waiting involved and many foreign Chinese and Indians doing health checks as well. The urine test was totally bizarre. They made me pee into a cup. Then they dipped some stick into it and made me dump the rest. My eyesight was a disaster. I couldn't see most of the letters and numbers even with my specs on. At least now I know that I have to change my specs. X-Ray test was fun! They made me change into a robe thing and pressed me up against some machine. Then I had to breathe in and hold it until they finished taking the x-ray. No blood test, sadly. The doc said podiatry no need blood test:( I so badly wanted to be tested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No gym today. My chest muscles are sore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-5392765120663866718?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/5392765120663866718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=5392765120663866718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5392765120663866718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5392765120663866718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/med-check-up-for-my-visa-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-6275352271149632156</id><published>2008-11-11T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:35:03.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The usual Tuesday routine today. Gym class at 1030. They did up the GX studio with disco-esque strobe lights. Totally gross... but my legs look nicer in the dark:D We finally did non-BP67 tracks today. After that was stair machine. Good workout. I went straight home and fell asleep. No tuition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-6275352271149632156?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/6275352271149632156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=6275352271149632156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6275352271149632156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/6275352271149632156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/usual-tuesday-routine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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-19376805.post-5115869428103420638</id><published>2008-11-10T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T03:01:28.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcK-HfCMHhU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcK-HfCMHhU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McSteamy is &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym-ed today. Then I ate corn flakes after dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Gina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things That Scare Me&lt;br /&gt;1)Ghosts, ghost stories... basically anything of the sort&lt;br /&gt;2)Being unsuccessful in life&lt;br /&gt;3)Living in isolation&lt;br /&gt;4)No internet&lt;br /&gt;5)How warped the world is today&lt;br /&gt;6)Prop 8&lt;br /&gt;7)Going into something completely new by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I Love The Most&lt;br /&gt;1)Booze&lt;br /&gt;2)Boys&lt;br /&gt;3)Desserts. Cheesecake, trifles, ice cream. I have a major sweet tooth. &lt;br /&gt;4)Shopping&lt;br /&gt;5)Gym. Namely, Body Pump+cardio, lots of cardio.&lt;br /&gt;6)Eyeshadow&lt;br /&gt;7)Perez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Random Facts About Myself &lt;br /&gt;1)I've always wanted to go overseas to study. I never saw myself pursuing a uni education in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;2)I did piano only cos I wanted to finish what I started.&lt;br /&gt;3)I hate my thighs and calves but love my back and shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;4)I'm insanely dependent on my family and have no idea how I'm to survive in Aus alone.&lt;br /&gt;5)If I sleep on a full stomach, I'll feel guilty and hit the cardio machines the next day even if I have other more important things to do. &lt;br /&gt;6)I MUST go for gym class on specific days with particular instructors. I only shuffle it around if I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;7)I took 3 tries before getting my driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Thing's I Plan To Do Before I Die&lt;br /&gt;1)Write my will. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;2)Have sex. I'm not dying a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;3)Get married?&lt;br /&gt;4)Lose more weight. The chemicals they pump into your body when they embalm you seriously plump up your face. I'm not looking like a chipmunk in my coffin.&lt;br /&gt;5)Have a last supper-esque dinner with everyone I've met in my lifetime and make peace with anyone I didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;6)Have a million in my bank account&lt;br /&gt;7)Own my own BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I Can Do &lt;br /&gt;1)I can pump one of the heaviest loads in my class for any track&lt;br /&gt;2)I can watch TV, check my email, read a fanfic, check LJ posts simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;3)I can cook pasta salad:D&lt;br /&gt;4)Play piano&lt;br /&gt;5)Sing alto&lt;br /&gt;4)Tread around in 4-inch heels.&lt;br /&gt;5)Make great tasting cheesecake without an oven.&lt;br /&gt;6)Do a great eyeshadow look (when I'm in the mood. Otherwise, it's gross)&lt;br /&gt;7)I love old men. Like, seriously.Elderly dudes. And I can't stand to see them suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Thing's I Can't Do&lt;br /&gt;1)Write Chinese&lt;br /&gt;2)Pass my standing broad jump... 135cm??&lt;br /&gt;3)Do a split or a cartwheel.&lt;br /&gt;4)Lick my nose or chin.&lt;br /&gt;5)Eat any type of crab unless its in Sharks Fin Soup. I hate the smell.&lt;br /&gt;6)I can't stand spoilt kids. Something inside me just wants to tell them "No, you're not a fuckin' princess, there is no Santa and there are no such things as unicorns."&lt;br /&gt;7)I can't reverse into a parking lot without poles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Songs I Listened To Recently &lt;br /&gt;1)Gravity - John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;2)Clarity - John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IANd9Ieii1Q"&gt;Time Well Spent Medley&lt;/a&gt; - Tom Felton. Yes, Drco Malfoy:D:D I thought my adoration for him reached it's fanatical zenith in sec 4 but love him even more now.&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ki-kD7mtvYA"&gt;Silhouetes in Sunsets&lt;/a&gt; - Tom Felton&lt;br /&gt;5)Lets Fall in Love - Diana Krall&lt;br /&gt;6)Can't Stop Loving you - Phil Collins&lt;br /&gt;7)Another Day in Paradise - Phil Colins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Movies I've Watched  Recently &lt;br /&gt;1)House Bunny&lt;br /&gt;2)Tropic Thunder&lt;br /&gt;3)Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;4)Money No Enough 2&lt;br /&gt;5)Camp Rock (Online)&lt;br /&gt;6)Madagascar (On TV)&lt;br /&gt;7)The Good Girl (On TV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Favourite Artistes/Bands &lt;br /&gt;1)John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;2)A1. I loved them in pri sch and I still love them now:D&lt;br /&gt;3)N Sync (ne of the greatest boybands ever)&lt;br /&gt;4)Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;5)Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;6)Not-Miley-Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;7)Not-Miley-Cyrus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19376805-5115869428103420638?l=revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/feeds/5115869428103420638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19376805&amp;postID=5115869428103420638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5115869428103420638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19376805/posts/default/5115869428103420638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revivaloftheweakest.blogspot.com/2008/11/mcsteamy-is-3-gym-ed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qimin</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>
