<?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-10636197</id><updated>2011-08-09T13:42:31.909+07:00</updated><title type='text'>plopsies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112784329035530456</id><published>2005-09-28T00:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:48:10.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving?!</title><content type='html'>okey. u guys can now find me at the MSN space thingy. or putting it simply. there will be a preety cartoon flower beside my msn name whenever i update my blog. click on it once, and u'll see my simplified blog window. click on the window and u should get to my blog. so those who have not add me on msn, pls do now.it's &lt;a href="mailto:ploy_l_87@hotmail.com"&gt;ploy_l_87@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; okey? go drop me some msg or something. my blog's so dull and boring.  it contradicts my personality u know? okey, the only thing that agrees with my stupid personality is the fact that i have very little online application on my blog. yes, i'm the computer idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112784329035530456?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112784329035530456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112784329035530456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112784329035530456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112784329035530456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/09/moving.html' title='moving?!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112703807118698520</id><published>2005-09-18T17:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:07:51.193+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been long.</title><content type='html'>it's been so long since i last blogged. hmm. anyway, i was thinking of moving my blog to like msn. it's better. it lets u like post pic and all that stuff at the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried up-ing some photos. and they didnt let me okey? i'm so disappoonted now. so i'm thinking if i should like just move to the msn ones. but then agin. i bloged so much here?! it would be a waste if i cant bring it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. got to go.if i decide to move to msn.. will tell u guys lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112703807118698520?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112703807118698520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112703807118698520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112703807118698520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112703807118698520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-long.html' title='it&apos;s been long.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112454545845853181</id><published>2005-08-20T20:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T20:55:49.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>darn?! wasted the whole day.</title><content type='html'>i meant to do all my homework by today. but guess what i ended up doing? reading my chinese book! hahaha, it's really good okey? i just sat there and read all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning:&lt;br /&gt;started reading. told myself that i would start doing homework after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;still reading. feeling a LITTLE guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evening:&lt;br /&gt;here lor! on the net with guilt slowing eating me away. making a mental note to at least start homework tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is bad right? i use to delay homeworks too, when i was young. nono, i should say EVERSINCE i was young. i was never the one to finish homework early. sunday's the time when i finish them. actually i figured i usually finish my homework on sundays because that's when all the stress starts creeping up on me. i like stress. it's like my life saver for the past... i dont know ... every sice i could remember? stress sort of runs my life.. it nags me to get my stuff done. am i making sense? stress is like my second mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos, i didnt intend to finish my work on sundays at first. but it sort of dragged from friday all the way to sunday night! i know i shouldnt do this. but really, there's just too many worldly distractions like TVs, Food, and one of the world's greatest invention.... *drum rolls pls* the internet! everytime i settle down to do get some work done, i am bound to be lured out of my room to either EAT or watch MTV! i figured... those things are Evil! when u are free and completely homework-less... nothing seemed interesting on TV and there will always be no food (not even a microwave-able meal) in sight! get what i mean? *eyes on fire*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and University homework's tough! u get alot of readings. and because i'm taking communication classes ... my readings are mostly abstract. in other words... it's pure Chimology! like u have to get into the stuff and fully understand it. if not u will just be wasting ur time. so i'm like rereading the same paragraph again and again because i cant seem to get what the auther's trying to say. i feel like a fool. hmm, i better get the hang of it soon. before mid term starts. argh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112454545845853181?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112454545845853181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112454545845853181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112454545845853181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112454545845853181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/08/darn-wasted-whole-day.html' title='darn?! wasted the whole day.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112428659748819493</id><published>2005-08-17T20:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:49:57.490+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a small small world!</title><content type='html'>something happened today. it totally proved this point! internet has made our world so so small. i didnt agree with that till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, had computer lessons. so we had oppotunity to like go online to chat and stuff. so ofcos i went to my blog. see if anyone tagged my blog. then, my friend Faai asked," is this ur friend?" pointing to the blog's window. i told her it was mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u know what she said? "o its yours? i read ur blog the other time!" it turned out she was serching for MTV VJ Hunt online and stumbbled on my blog. she read it. haha! u see what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faai! in case u r seeing this... "yea, its a small world wa. hope u already took care of ur electricity bill leaw na."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112428659748819493?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112428659748819493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112428659748819493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112428659748819493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112428659748819493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-small-small-world.html' title='it&apos;s a small small world!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112428613976766897</id><published>2005-08-17T20:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T20:49:55.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my ah gong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/1600/14-08-05_1523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/200/14-08-05_1523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love my ah gong! that's grand father in teocheow. dont u think he's cute? he's actually pretty handsome for an old man. he's 96, people! pin, pui... ah gong misses u guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112428613976766897?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112428613976766897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112428613976766897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112428613976766897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112428613976766897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-my-ah-gong.html' title='i love my ah gong!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112428553389222346</id><published>2005-08-17T20:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:37:50.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniform. part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/1600/17-08-05_1313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/200/17-08-05_1313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; evil shoes?! i always wear it this way. step on the back "walls" of the shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i have to reluctantly wear it the proper way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while walking long distance. if not the shoe would slipp off. *pouts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps: u see the black hem line of my skirt? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yep, looong! it goes all the way down to half my calf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/1600/15-08-05_2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/200/15-08-05_2023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as u guys can see. my uniform sucks. so i figured i might as well work on my nails!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sparkly nails!! i thought it looked cute when i painted it at first. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;now? it looks childish.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/1600/15-08-05_2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112428553389222346?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112428553389222346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112428553389222346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112428553389222346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112428553389222346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/08/uniform-part-1.html' title='Uniform. part 1'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112428300664334213</id><published>2005-08-17T19:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T21:04:57.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sp Comm VS Intro Com</title><content type='html'>Sp Comm is actually principle of practice speech communication. lets hope i didnt get it wrong. but for short i call it speech comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lets get to the point. i had this class yesterday. and in her first class. i have decided that the teacher, Aa-Jaan (Thai for teacher)Nong luck is my favorite teacher. *smile* she looked pretty in a teacher-professor way. u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i think i enjoyed the class. it's one class i didnt feel bored in. and for next week. everyone's suppose to like prepare a 5 mins speech to intro urself. very easy? i thought so. but this speech is suppose to be a test, so that she can like gauge our standards or something. wasnt sure if we would be graded. lets hope not. i may flunk. i have absolutely nothing interesting to say. furthermore, we r not suppose to read from a script, have to like just speak out. i'm quite sure i will stumble and puke. *biting nails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's yesterday. as for today. Boooring! it's like a computer class taught by this phillipino person, erique frio. for those ex-haisians. he's the skinnier version of pudgy Gng. really. has that 'marketing' face but is actually a computer freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a 4-hour lab class. first hour was spent explaining the syllabus and his expectations of us. next two hours was on naming computer parts and its functions. and guess what?! i learnt what exactly is an RAM today. it's... umm... something.. Access Memory. ha! forgot. and there's the hard drive. the mother board... the cd-rom drive and the floppy disk drive. and lots more. forgot their names. yeah. and he sort of disected the computer for us. pointed where all the stuff were. quite interesting. it's like a biology lab lesson turned technical. instead of rats.. u have computers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! i know what a CPU is. it's Central Processing Unit! whoa! ploy, well done man!&lt;br /&gt;and also, LCD is liquid crystal display. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last hour. it was all crappy. i think he ran out of stuff to teach so he decided it was beneficial for us to know what pressing "Ctrl C" and "Ctrl D" will do to our computers.there's also " Ctrl X"(cut?),"Ctrl Y"(paste?). who cares what "Crl X " or "Ctrl Y" does? i dont even care if its "Ctrl AFDUGDIUNBG"! there's always the mouse!? u know the cute little plastic mouse beside the computer? anyway, did he think we would remember everything? *shaking head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey lah, i'm being mean right? he tried his best to kill our time beneficially. my conclusion for this class? failing seemed inevitable. we are expected to like complete indivisual projects at the end of this samester. that's on top of finals okey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the project?&lt;br /&gt;database.. website... graphics... destop publishing.&lt;br /&gt;any of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what? i dont even know what a database and destop publishing is, let alone complete a project relating to it. *pouts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112428300664334213?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112428300664334213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112428300664334213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112428300664334213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112428300664334213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/08/sp-comm-vs-intro-com.html' title='Sp Comm VS Intro Com'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112428057802277652</id><published>2005-08-17T18:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:12:02.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid stupid shoes?!</title><content type='html'>yes, i'm talking about my school shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**for those uninformed peopler out there, i do have university uniform. very hideous, very uncomfortable. it consists of white shirt, blank long plaited skirt and white leather shoes.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is such a pain in the *somewhere*. pardon the language. i've never come across a pair of shoes that hurt so bad before! it's been giving blisters and it even made my poor feet swell!the problem is i have wide feet. it's not wierd looking. it's just wider than a typical Thai's. so, when u wear those shoes, it sort of close in on my feet, just like a clamp. it becomes tighter as time goes by. at the end of the day, my poor feet would become sore and ache-y.the evil shoes hurt even when i'm sitting down okey? i wouldnt be surprise if i go to school barefeet tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. must make a mental note to buy new shoes soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112428057802277652?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112428057802277652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112428057802277652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112428057802277652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112428057802277652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupid-stupid-shoes.html' title='stupid stupid shoes?!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112411848472369268</id><published>2005-08-15T22:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:08:04.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wani! love u okey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/1600/423287434vyyoWR_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/200/423287434vyyoWR_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is her. my dear friend. the most hard working malay i've ever seen. no offence, other malays &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are hard working too. but she's just too hyper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/1600/416766837nTeubn_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/200/416766837nTeubn_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is me.. and my super friend. we were trying to act as Jap tourist. obviously we failed. miserably. i was too cheena to look Jap. as for wani? too dark lah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112411848472369268?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112411848472369268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112411848472369268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112411848472369268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112411848472369268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/08/wani-love-u-okey.html' title='Wani! love u okey?'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112411638662533858</id><published>2005-08-15T21:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:54:02.683+07:00</updated><title type='text'>first official day of school.</title><content type='html'>not too bad. i mean it was boring la.. but all the people around me made it all so much worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?! i was late again?! on the first bloody day of school... yes, i was late?! it's because of the traffic okey? not entirely my fault. i was out of the house like.. an hour before time. that was suppose to be enough. but yea, obviously it wasnt. but anyway , as it was the first day of school there was some confusion as to which class everybody was to go( we were devided into smaller classes). so Thank God (*o*)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we had english (EAP). the teacher's name was... James Haft. he looked italian. u know? he looked like an Antonio... rather than a James. get what i mean? short, plump.. a little beer belly, and grey curly hair? we were told to like write a 4 page journal every week on top of class works and surprise quizes. also, we have to still read the papers. we can read thai newspaper, but have to like make sure that we can translate it into english.oh well, everything else is simply the same i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to like write a compo for him before we left class. title was " my first memory". i wrote about my memory as a child. about how everyone seemed so happy then. and how different it is now that every one had grown up. thats not the point, the point is i wrote very brainless-ly. started the compo with "earliest memory... i dont know. there's just too many to mention." does it sound Bimbotic to u? and also.. the part that i regreted most... (drum rolls) "i was very young. and was very fat. recalling those fat arms and plump legs made me feel sad." the teacher read the compo in front me!? can u imagine the emotional turmoil i went through? i almost puked. he must have thought, " what a ..... girl!?!" u know what? i dont even have the proper word to describe it. anyway, he sort of turned to me and gave me a chuckle when he read the mentioned phrases. *embarressed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, enough about EAP. go on to the second class, Intro Comm(introduction to communication) lecture. very boring. it's just simple introduction to the communication and an overview of what we would be learning in the future 6 weeks. and of cos his high expectations of us. the teacher (in thai we call "Aa- Jaan")...his name is John Langhan. let's just hope i got his last name spelt correctly. well, he looked like albert Einstein. serious! i swear. he just had that professor look. receeding head line. grey curly hair. it's long and messy... but not too long. he wore specs. like albert E's. he looked like those cartoon professors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took us for intro comm tutorial in the afternoon too. we were instructed to pair up with a stranger.. oh well, not exactly stragers. just some one u r unfamiliar with. interview that person and give a speech about that particular person u had just interviewed. i was trying so hard not to let out my singaporean accent. Thank God i did ok. no LAHs and LORs.. HAs and HORs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to buy notepads and files after class with 2 of my friends. i bought so many files and notepads?! i'm like in total bliss right now. i got a really LOUD pink ring file with a robot cartoon on the front! and a polka dotted blue notepad!&lt;br /&gt;*huge grin from ear to ear.. no, i think it sort of wraped itself around my big head already.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anna! E hoi, u're the best! u rock na. thanks for the OC update woi!"&lt;br /&gt;"Faai! u made intro comm lect seemed less dull.  hope the syrup didnt totally spoil ur day na."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112411638662533858?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112411638662533858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112411638662533858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112411638662533858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112411638662533858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-official-day-of-school.html' title='first official day of school.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112386727457303282</id><published>2005-08-13T00:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T00:21:14.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'>am i enjoying myself in singapore</title><content type='html'>the answer is of cos..  an undeniable Yes. but i also have some doubts. little doubts lah. like the sore throat i've been having sive i arrived here, my voice's gone missing. i would probably die among the debris in a Building Collapse Accident because i have no voice to call out for help with. i'm in a state of Complete Speechless-ness. am i even making sense? pardon me... it's very late at night already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what? this is crap?! what am i doing here so late in the night. i should get some sleep right? argh?! night lah... *hmph*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:i'm lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112386727457303282?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112386727457303282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112386727457303282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112386727457303282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112386727457303282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/08/am-i-enjoying-myself-in-singapore.html' title='am i enjoying myself in singapore'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112290257654599447</id><published>2005-08-01T20:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:22:56.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mtv VJ hunt 05</title><content type='html'>had been meaning to write this. must do it before i forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched  Mtv last saturday (2 days agao that is). there was this MTV VJ hunt finals. sort of a search for new Mtv VJs to represent thailand in the Mtv asia VJ hunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very disappointing. thought there would be loads of good looking peeps *pouts*. of cos, they were not all Ugly. yes, most of them were good looking. but they were JUST good looking people i guess, not OUTSTANDING. some of them dont even stand out among the crowds?! like they were just Ordinary.. like u and me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, the 2 better looking people won.  the girl-winner was HOTT! she danced really well, but i do think there is much More to a being VJ than just dancing great. didnt really hear her talk much. as for the guy-winner. he looked like won bin, a korean actor. looked really really similar. and he's only 18?! he's half thai... but i have no idea what his Other half was.. his surname was Del Castillo *shrugs*. and he danced well too. but also didnt talk much. both the winners had this really heavy american accent to their thai. i think they won because of looks and that they had an international image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, u can alwasy check them out at &lt;a href="http://www.mtvthailand.com"&gt;www.mtvthailand.com&lt;/a&gt; . heard singapore has a VJ Hunt winner too. was it good?! may be i should check it out online... i mean. since i have nothing to do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112290257654599447?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112290257654599447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112290257654599447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112290257654599447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112290257654599447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/08/mtv-vj-hunt-05.html' title='Mtv VJ hunt 05'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112263349054485970</id><published>2005-07-29T17:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T17:38:10.550+07:00</updated><title type='text'>worst evening of the entire year.</title><content type='html'>puked like... twice last night. it all started in the morning. yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woked up with a headache.like those dizzy dizzy kind, pukey pukey kind. so i sort of 'floated' around the house till tuition time came. went over to teach those kids. cut short the hours from 5 to 3.  couldnt go on teaching, scared i would like... puke on the kids while explaining to them the concept of past tense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went straight home.. slept till dinner. i figured the dizziness sort of accumulate from morning till then. i was ready to vomit the minute i woke up. so, instead of heading for the dining table, it was the toilet i rushed into. and oh how the toilet bowl looked sweet! puked right into it. and because i didnt eat much the whole day, i threw up nothing but some yellow yellow salivary stuff. is that gastric juice? it was SO sour! probably, the stuff was forced out from the stomach. (bio: stomach condition, acidic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know? i thought after throwing up, i would feel better.. yea right?! i only feel 'normal' for like 15 mins, while i eating lah. and it was back to pure torture again. after like an hour... threw up again. this time.. at the sink, where all the dishes were washed, the toilet was in use then. threw up all the dinner. could see the rice, fish and all the other stuff. it was bitter. i think all the stuff were probably forced out from the intestine. (bio: intestine condition,alkalinic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i figured it would be best to not eat any more. in case i puke out again. i mean it would be a waste of food right? so went to sleep with an empty stomach and a slight dizz in the head. poor me?! i know... pOoR Me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God, i woke up alright this morning. i couldnt bear going through the torture all over again today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112263349054485970?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112263349054485970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112263349054485970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112263349054485970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112263349054485970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/07/worst-evening-of-entire-year.html' title='worst evening of the entire year.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112246977814194133</id><published>2005-07-27T20:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T17:11:12.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'>puke-y perfumes</title><content type='html'>this goes out to those confused soul who is currently finding the right perfume for themselves. it's a no-no for Calvin Klein eternity for men. let me make myself clear. a Big NO! to CK Eternity for men. it's.... it's, seriously intoxicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my dad today to get my new passport. Told him i am going to s'pore next month. so, he conveniently asked me to help him buy cigarettes and perfumes from the changi airport. he uses CK Eternity for men (no wonder he always seemed to make me feel puke-ish when i was around him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he dragged me to the perfume section to show me how the perfume looked like.... so that i, the Blurr One, would not muddle-headedly buy the wrong perfume back. he sprayed the sample on my ever-so reluctant arm. hmph! and i was stained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong... i have absolutely nothing against Ck products. in fact, i like their stuff... CK perfume (CK 1), their clothes..and bluh bluh bluh.But hey! CK eternity for men is the Argh!!!! what do u call it. it makes me dizzy in a very "keen on puking" way. i was "perfume-sick" the whole time after that. Plus! for those of u who know me well enough would know that i have this weird thing about sitting in mercedez cars. the leather seat smell makes me sick. my dad drives mercedez... as a result, i was over-intoxicated. kept taking in really deep breaths, wishing those deep breaths would block off any disgusting liquid that's coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, even after like what.. 5 hours? i still have that Eternity smell on my arm! oh well, look on the bright side.. this probably means CK perfumes are long-lasting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112246977814194133?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112246977814194133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112246977814194133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112246977814194133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112246977814194133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/07/puke-y-perfumes.html' title='puke-y perfumes'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112220877883253845</id><published>2005-07-24T19:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T19:39:38.836+07:00</updated><title type='text'>change of plans.</title><content type='html'>i was thinking. go on 6th august.. and come back on the 13th? what do u guys think? havent really "paid" for the tix yet. but booked already. get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out shopping yesterday (saturday). dont know if i should laugh or cry. spent a whole of money. when i say a WHOLE lot of money, i meant a WHOLE lot of money.  and most of the stuff were not for me. its for my sis and other people! argh?! got to work extra hard tuition-ing again. so that i can earn back all those money spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112220877883253845?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112220877883253845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112220877883253845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112220877883253845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112220877883253845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/07/change-of-plans.html' title='change of plans.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112192537103105570</id><published>2005-07-21T12:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T12:56:11.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i havent book the ticket.</title><content type='html'>yes, i havent booked the the tix yet. but i most probably will do this weekend i guess. the date will be like.. 5ht or 6th... a satureday or a fri day lah. and will be back about the 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if everybody will be free then lah. but oh well, nvm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112192537103105570?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112192537103105570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112192537103105570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112192537103105570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112192537103105570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-havent-book-ticket.html' title='i havent book the ticket.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112192508669390209</id><published>2005-07-21T12:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T12:51:26.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'>this goes out to pei yi!?</title><content type='html'>hmm... u ordered alot leh. u got so much money to pay meh? anyway. if u promise to finish the one tree hill in four days, i can lend u mine if u wan. as for everwood and the desperate housewives.. umm. see u like which kind lor. TDH is a little less serious i guess, havent watch it before. but  a lot of people say its as good as sex in the city. everywood ah... it's about this famous known docter who set out to help the people in Everwood and also had to deal with his own family problem. i think u buy desperate house wife first... i'm thinking of buying everwood. later then i lend u alh. if u wnat to know more about the story. got to www.the wb.com look for Everwood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make a decision okey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112192508669390209?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112192508669390209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112192508669390209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112192508669390209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112192508669390209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-goes-out-to-pei-yi.html' title='this goes out to pei yi!?'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112167427320003914</id><published>2005-07-18T15:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T15:11:13.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets hope all goes well.</title><content type='html'>planning to go renew my long over-dued passport this wednesday and book that ticket after that. i got ChEaP tix to singapore. this australian airline is having a promotion or something. one ticket only cost like less than a hundred?! hahaha, i'm so happy. now i can spend more in singapore when the time comes. i'm most probably taking a friend along. a Uni friend. may be 1 or too lah. my house's too small to accomodate so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this very embarrassing reason behind my going back to singapore. i've got to go back to hai sing (my sec sch) to get this outstanding award thingy. its given because i did "mysteriously" well for my O's. but anyway. i didnt want to go back at first because it would interfere with my tuition and stuff. i want to make the most money now that i have the time to do so. but my mom told me to go back. like take a rest from tuition before school starts(8/15). oh well, i dont know. just go lor. quite looking forward to it though. the shopping, the friends, the jokes, the DrInKs with peiyi *psst* py, i can buy my own barcardi now, i'm 18?!... and all the whatever nots lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... i've been experimenting with my phone... it's great. cant wait to show it off at school. haha, i'm such a brat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this goes out to peiyi. do u wish to buy any us series DVD... one tree hill, everwood, the desparate house wives? it only cost a mere s$40++ per season. if u want tell me k? i'll go get it for u. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112167427320003914?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112167427320003914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112167427320003914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112167427320003914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112167427320003914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/07/lets-hope-all-goes-well.html' title='lets hope all goes well.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112143553913048291</id><published>2005-07-15T20:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:52:19.136+07:00</updated><title type='text'>new phone?!</title><content type='html'>i will finally get a new... a brand new phone... tomorrow?! ha?! been waiting for this day the past year?! new phone?! i'm like SO looking forward to it?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a motorola V3. sleek and sexy. haha?! doesnt suit me That much lah hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, after a very dreadful week of tuition, this is one certain happy thing to look forward to. dont spoil it for me by saying the phone's crappy ok? i'll personally cyber-slaughter the whoever to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans on going back to singapore is coming along fine. but first, i'll have to make a new passport. the previous one is long over dued. then i'll have to painstakingly withdraw my hard earned tuition money out. buy the ridiculously expensive air tix and start to worry about how to re-earn that unwell-ly spent money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just re-read this whole entry.. i've intelligently created an  2 new vocab words... cyber-slaughter.. unwell-ly spent.  hmm. genieus(how to spell this?)??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112143553913048291?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112143553913048291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112143553913048291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112143553913048291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112143553913048291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-phone.html' title='new phone?!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112133760831483058</id><published>2005-07-14T17:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T17:40:08.320+07:00</updated><title type='text'>freshy night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/320/112_1254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/320/112_1256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;these are all the pictures i could gather. not surprising, i put on weight again. crap!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112133760831483058?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112133760831483058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112133760831483058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112133760831483058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112133760831483058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/07/freshy-night.html' title='freshy night.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112117091842081009</id><published>2005-07-12T19:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:21:58.426+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ta dah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/1600/P7081027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2943/831/320/P7081027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the guy i had been talking about. the guy on the extreme left...   mr. number 1! not so cute looking in photos lah. but its the best i could get... i'm still waiting for another batch of photos. this was during the "freshy's night". all of them came coincidentally dressed to the same theme, greek gods.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"he's very gay-ish looking in this photo somehow." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112117091842081009?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112117091842081009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112117091842081009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112117091842081009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112117091842081009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/07/ta-dah.html' title='ta dah!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112108243071680493</id><published>2005-07-11T18:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T18:47:10.723+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it wasnt too bad after all.</title><content type='html'>tuitioned long hours today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 in the morning and 5 in the afternoon.  tired. but i'd imagined worst. it was a very boring day, i refuse to blog it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for that friend to send me the the freshy's night photo. i predict a long long wait.*pouts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112108243071680493?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112108243071680493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112108243071680493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112108243071680493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112108243071680493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-wasnt-too-bad-after-all.html' title='it wasnt too bad after all.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112097688817460910</id><published>2005-07-10T13:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T13:44:42.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i looked.. strangely cute!</title><content type='html'>the orientation last friday was actually a "Freshy's Night". consist of:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; performances , mainly dance.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; music videos.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; dress competitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey. start from the top. most of the perfromances were great. really funny and stuff. their dances were not the nice hip hop moves or stuff.. but the very funny, animated kind. and it went well with the songs' lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music videos were a blast! it was all done by the sophomores. they were really pros. i mean they have to be. they major in cinematography(in my faculty lah). but the cast were all freshmen. and of cause.. most of them were good looking. a number of them were inter('inter' is what they call us in the english program) . there was this one guy whom none of us had thought were good looking because he was so shy to talk to the girls. but that night. he sent alot of us girls screaming. hahha.. i screamed too lah. not the "i scream because u are cute"scream, but its the "i scream because everybody else is screaming" scream. hahah. doesnt make any difference. but yeah. that guy became popular overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress competition was... umm. i dont have the exact word to describe it. but just take it that everyone dressed their best. especially the thai department people. like there was this guy who coloured himself green to be shreak. a group of them came in all feather-y white. the white swan family-they had claimed to be. very extravagant. and me... went dressed as i had described earlier. blue dress pajamas... top hat (a friend lent it to me. it was huge?!).. black specs and black umbrella. and because it was so hot there... i sort of blushed. so i ended up looking like a shy little lost boy. every one was looking... i blushed even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this close friend of mine who went dressed as greek goddess. which coincidentally clashes with my number 1's costume! *ps: number1 is the guy whom i thought is the most good looking among everyone else at faculty. there's also number 2 and 3!* and she got to take pictures with him because of that fact! so thick skin?! alot of my other friends took the chance to take photos with him as well. i didnt lah. so shy. but when the photos are ready i'll post it. but dont be too happy, he's confirmed gay. his 'boyfriend' is in his fourth year at my faculty. a very tall, MANLY guy. disaPPoInTeD! oh! but number two was cute too. i coundn't see what he was wearing because it was too dark then. BUT he was still cute, okey?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. that's it for now. i dont think i'll be updating this blog too soon in the future. the kids are starting their holidays next week. i'll have to teach full time. like all day. i going to be more of a nanny than a tutor. this sucks. argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112097688817460910?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112097688817460910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112097688817460910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112097688817460910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112097688817460910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-looked-strangely-cute.html' title='i looked.. strangely cute!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112074735817673569</id><published>2005-07-07T21:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:42:38.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dead. tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>i've decided to go to tomorrow's orientation dressed as john. the little boy in peter pan. the little boy in pajamas, big black spectacles, a top hat and an umbrella. everything's ready except... the specs and the top hat. where on earth can i get a top hat? i can make the specs tonight lah. but the top hat?! argh?!  this is bad... hmm.. better hurry off to make those awfully comical specs... i'll be so embarrassed to wear them tomorrow. (: ( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: no longer working for my dad. thank God my mom disallowed it. i really didnt want to work there. dint like the environment, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112074735817673569?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112074735817673569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112074735817673569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112074735817673569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112074735817673569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/07/dead-tomorrow.html' title='dead. tomorrow.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-112045609590157513</id><published>2005-07-04T00:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:48:15.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FrEsHy</title><content type='html'>yep. it came from the word Freshmen. that's what i am now, a freshy. sounds like a cute word. i think so too. it sounds cute in a silly way. who on earth will call themselves "freshy"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in thailand, this word is used on all freshmen, in any university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and along with it came many other things:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; freshy's orientations&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; freshy's game&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; the code senoir sytem&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; and many others yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;let's start from the bottom up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the code senoir system. have u guys had that in primary school? my school's was called the "buddy system". u know? where a pri 5 senoir will pair up with a primary 1 and help  him/her get used to school?but as for us freshies... each of us will have a student code. like mine is 48******48. something like that. so a shophomore, who has a code similiar to mine. may be has the same last 2 digits? that unlucky person will be my code senoir.  a person who will have to look out for me for my whole entire University journey. and of cos, my code senoir will have his/her code senoir and so on. it's like a line of code senoirs. interesting? and all our codes will have similiar numbers. so cool right? there's also this day where all the code senoirs.. i mean the whole line of them will meet up. like a family get-together. hahaha. but anyway, i've yet to meet my code senoir. it's like a mystery. no freshy has known their code senoir yet. code senoirs will only send their greetings/encouragements and little presents to u via another sophomore. i got a lollipop from my code senoir. my friend, Anna, is a little luckier, she'd got toys, sweets and lots of encouragements. so cute, right?the rest of us were so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, go on to the freshy's game. that's what i've been busy all week with. it's like a sports' day for all freshies. freshies from different faculties come together to compete in sports and cheering stands. i helped with the cheering props for our faculty. not the thai department's prop....just the english department's(the course i'm attending). did this paper glove thingy for 50 people. a total of 1oo gloves. in 1 day! and had to remember all the cheers and their respective actions/dances in 2 days! the hard part was the remembering part. it was all in thai! all THAI cheers!!! so mind-boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, becos of this... i was at the University almost every day of the last week just getting ready for the last day of freshy's game(that's when the cheering stand competition was held). enormous amount if time was spent at University cosidering i  have yet to start school.  but okey lah. at least i've a clearer picture of what it would be like when school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after last week, i've also came up with a top three most good looking guy in the faculty.  let's not get into it. the description is pretty long.  but i'll most probably mention it when school starts. promise!              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the freshy's orientation. have had two. another one coming up this friday. a joint orientation with the thai department. everybody's suppose to be dressed to the theme of "fairy tale". can u imagine? i was thinking of going as a prince charming so that my friend can go as a princess or somthing. hmm.. only thinking about it. or may be go as a dwarf... together with six other friends.. we'll be the 7 dwarves! hahahha! and we also have to each prepare this little box for our code senoirs.  u can put anything inside for ur code senoirs. this will bring a lot more headache.  What am i going to wear? What should i give my code senoir? argh!?!??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-112045609590157513?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/112045609590157513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=112045609590157513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112045609590157513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/112045609590157513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/07/freshy.html' title='FrEsHy'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111909816390354117</id><published>2005-06-18T19:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T19:36:03.910+07:00</updated><title type='text'>First taste of reality.</title><content type='html'>it's settled. i would be working 9 hours a day from next monday onwards. starting at 10, at my dad's office. till 4 or 5pm. then it's back home tutoring. tough huh?? i guess i better get use to it soon. i've got a long way to go. God knows why my dad wants me to work at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the reasons i figured:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; he thinks i'm too free at home.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; he wants me to be under his supervision.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Being under his supervision also mean i'll be under his control. thus, i feel that doing things against my will is on my card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the sound of anything i've stated so far. i hate it. but what can i do? it's better than going against him and everything right? i think i'll totally flunk whatever job they gave me at dad's.i've never done an office job before. imagine, i'll have to write in my horrible Thai, which by the way looks far worst than my english!! it'll be so embaressing(i think i spell this wrong again. PY, help?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this will get worst, u know? when those tuition Kids' 2-month-hols arrives. i'll have to teach them 6 hours a day. 9am-12pm, then 1pm-4am, and off to my dad's till late evening. this sounds horrible. i dont like it one bit. and most importantly, i dont even know if i'll get paid for working at my dad's. also, i dont think my dad's will pay as well as the tutoring job. argh! can things get any worst? i wont have time to myself any more?! Reading.. Movies... Staring into space will have to be done away with. oh okey, may be i can do Some STaring into space at dad's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this gets me thinking. u see.. soon, i'll have to work 9 hours aday. that equals the amount of time a normal working adult would spend at work. and since the thought of all this scares me already, wouldnt i commit suicide when the real thing comes? like, when i really have to work in the real society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted to be filthy rich. seriously... F-I-L-T-H-Y rich. but at the rate i'm going, this thought seemed dim. i have a cousin who recently graduated from a well known University. she got a job which requires her to wake up at 5.30 to make that 1 hour drive to her work place.starts at 8, she would have to work till 5pm. guess her pay? it's less than what i'm earning now. this is terrible news? a fresh graduate from a well known institution is offered such job of little salery. with all those money spent on my education, i expect more than a job with little pay, u know?! how long would i have to work to earn my first milion? okey, may be miilion is a little too far out.. may be my first car? it'll take decades?! gosh.. this is bad.how do those people do it? u know? those rich people? how do they do it?! making so much money... after buying a house or whatever, they still have so much to spare. i want to be like them. *pouts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111909816390354117?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111909816390354117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111909816390354117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111909816390354117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111909816390354117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-taste-of-reality.html' title='First taste of reality.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111829663458135587</id><published>2005-06-09T12:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T12:57:14.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes (PY: is that how u spell it?! help me out here?)</title><content type='html'>"saw this over the net. Shan hui, thanks for sending this to me, it made my day?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. "How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. "How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the greatest day of your life . . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . . YOU BECOME 21 YESSSS!!! But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone. But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90's, you start going backwards; "I was JUST 92."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!" May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"100 and a half's too much. i'll be bleesed if i make it to 60"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111829663458135587?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111829663458135587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111829663458135587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111829663458135587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111829663458135587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/06/quotes-py-is-that-how-u-spell-it-help.html' title='Quotes (PY: is that how u spell it?! help me out here?)'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111803299176101834</id><published>2005-06-06T11:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:43:11.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend 'Grease'</title><content type='html'>the 2 days informal orientation was so so lah. i mean. it was fun. but i think it could have been more fun SOME how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;met at 11 am, but started at 12.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;devided into groups. i was in"green", the ugly green.there was like one SINGLE guy in my group. poor guy!?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; play games as a group, really gross games.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; dance for like 1h++? didnt keep track of time.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; rest.  we were all soaking wet! sticky.... smelly?!&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; wait for the very late dinner, it's a "SIZZLER" buffet. "SIZZLER" is an american restaurant. i think there's one in Singapore? is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; met at 1, but start at 2.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; intro to all the clubs at the faculty.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; play the "spot the Uniform" game, it's a game where we had to spot the senoirs that were wearing Uniforms wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; dance some more... also for about 1h++.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; rest.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; went for dinner as a faculty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was quite a few Gay senoirs, who outwardly fancied the guys in our year... okey, they called us freshmen, "freshies". they were like picking on us girls and obviously giving way to the guys. but it was all fun and jokes lah. especially the dance part. the freshies were suppose to form two circles, an inner and an outer one. the inner circle was suppose to face the outer circle,so we HAD to face someone while we embarrass ourselves, dancing.  all the senoirs were suppose to come between the freshies in our circles. needless to say, all the gay senoirs were killing each other to stand next to those better looking guy freshies.  then, the cheers began, we had to shout out the cheers. okey, not WE, but the senoirs, we freshies didnt exactly know ALL the cheers. we would dance to the cheers. there's like some really cute actions for the cheers and of cos those very awkard ones. but every one was doing the same, so it was alright lah. there were like almost 10 cheers, and when we were done with the 10, the senoirs will repeat it again. and it would be like one continuous cycle, over and over again. it doesnt get boring though. i mean. everytime 1 cheer ends, we would all move to the right. then the next cheer starts. so as a result, we get to dance with everyone. i mean almost, i guess. there were so many people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the spot the cute guys thing among the girls. i was bound to hear girls discussing about which sophomores were good looking, and which were just plain "FAKE".  i spotted one though. he's a freshy too. from the Thai department. i have no idea why he came for the English department's orientation. he was like super cute,okey? nice eyes, high nose bridge. the spotty kind i guess. but i dont think the freshies from the Thai department and those from English's would get the chance to MIX. so there goes the chance of me even getting to know him. *pouts* hahhha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were told to sign up for clubs and stuff. so i signed up for three:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;Camp. we would get the chance to go to the under-developed provinces to help build libraries, and teach.. some thing like that.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Lights. this is crazy, i know. but this club is responsible for setting up the stage lights and stuff for the faculty's play. hahahha i get to be the back stage crew! the man behind the scene...&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; movie mania. u get free movie tix. simply watch and discuss i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think  i signed up for too many, but i can always pull out later?!  right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111803299176101834?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111803299176101834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111803299176101834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111803299176101834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111803299176101834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/06/weekend-grease.html' title='weekend &apos;Grease&apos;'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111755357037236294</id><published>2005-05-31T22:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:32:50.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't let the hero in our soul die away</title><content type='html'>got this from "one tree hill", beautiful isn't it? it's... captivating. can i use that word? anyway, i remembered it from one of the episodes. felt connected to the phrase. may be i've been too bothered with worldly stuff that i've conveniently neglected that 'hero' in my own soul, letting it wither and die away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, "one tree hill" is one fine show! okey, truth? there were lots of 'interesting' basketball scenes(right, i was half looking out for great bods, u know? basketball=nice lean body?) and LOADS of good looking people, sort of like a visual enlightenment? especially the lead characters, lucus, nathan and peyton. they looked so great. okey, not ALL the time.. sometimes they just look... okey.. u know? just normal. well, anyway, i finish all 6 DVDs of it in like, 2 night? yes, all 22 episodes of it, i was a complete waste while teahing the next mornings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the case, i think its the story that drew me in. kept me wanting more.at first, i thought it was going to be nothing but basketball and stuff. but it turned out otherwise. it revolves around the life if the people in a town called 'tree hill'. it's a long story, but the bottom line is, it was great. u guys should really catch it.  i really cant wait for the 2nd season to be out. although i know i will be disappointed with the plot,( i read the synopsies online, how can Lucus and Peyton NOT be together?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of buying another series, the one called" everwood"? i watched the 1st season on cable, wasn't bad. but i think i've been using too much money recently, so buying the series is currently out of question. should SCRIMP and SAVE. i can always make do with rewatching 'one tree hill' all over again. sounds like a pycho.. never mind. u people sleep tight, sweet dreams. *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111755357037236294?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111755357037236294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111755357037236294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111755357037236294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111755357037236294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/05/dont-let-hero-in-our-soul-die-away.html' title='don&apos;t let the hero in our soul die away'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111729470170824387</id><published>2005-05-28T22:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:27:14.666+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it was a blast.</title><content type='html'>went for orientation at the faculty. it was all runned by the senoirs (sophomors, is that how u spell it?). anyway, i thought it was going to be darn boring at first, since i didnt have any friends. but it turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha!some may not be surprised to hear this... but i was like 30 mins late for the orientation, because of the crappy traffic! i was like stuck at one place for 1 entire hour! but luckily, i met a few girls whom i talked to at the interview, outside the lecture hall. so at least i had someone to walk into the hall with, and not make the grand entrance myself! it turned out they accepted a total of 100 freshmen this year. out of this 100, only 16 were guys. yeah, the ratio was like 5:1?! out of this lucky 16, only 2 were cute, according to the girls. most of the rest were just plain funny. the gals?! preety, preety, pretty! serious, heard from the girls i talked to that a couple of them actually were part-time models. one even did bikini photo shoots! :0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the orientation was mainly about:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;Uni registration&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; class registration&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; and everything else along this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the fun part... the fun part is in the afternoon, we were seated at the dinning hall at the top of the building, to watch the music videos the senoirs had done for their projects. interesting pieces though. the host for the entire orientation was this gay senoir from the thai department(i was in the english department, both parts are separated). he was ridiculously funny, in a gay-ish way... really cute, everyone thought he did a great job. i sort of pitty him though, he had to take care of all of us for the entire afternoon. like entertain us, u know? he was practically doing a one stand up comedy! made us all laugh like hell. (my stomach was sort of aching the next day from all the laughing). towards the end, the gay senoir sort of ran out of things to entertain us with. so he asked us to each stand up and introduce ourselves and come up with a personal "action". the girls were all quite shy and stuff... as for the guys? they were all natural comedian. okey, i mean MOST of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while all this afternoon orientation programs were running, our senoirs were leading us, in groups, to a small room for GROUP interviews. about 8 freshmen to 7 senoirs per room.&lt;br /&gt;they asked questions like:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; how do u weigh studies and play? (my ans: 70% studies, 30% play)&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; in your opinion, what is the attitude that the freshmen in thai department have towards us?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; do u smoke? what is ur say on this topic?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; do u drink?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; do u have curfew?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's about it for the formal orientation... there's an informal one on the 4th-5th of june. seriously looking forwards to that. should be loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a pain in the a**. sorry for the language. but really, it was awful. there was this ceremony, something like a ceremony where all the freshmen have to pledge ourselves in front of the statue of the founders of the University. the ceremony's at 7, but had to be there by 6.30. as a result, i had to wake up at 5 to get ready to leave the house at 5.30. all the freshmen had to wear the University's uniform. white shirt, silver buttons, school pin, a never-ending skirt, white leather shoes. picture me.. now! does anyone feel like vomiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ceremony was tedious. had to kneel down.. and wai... not the Sawadee Wai k? but very dramatic kind... i have no idea how to explain but jus picture a person Sawadee-ing to the sky, okey? and after that, a group of us, 7 to be exact, took a cab to town, or what we called Siam. (Siam is this major shopping area, those who visited thailand would know the spell it had over the women species) Can u imagine 7 girls squeezed into a cab? the cab driver was like soooo quiet for the whole jouney. he must be thinking," hai! these girls, it's my SUAY luck lah. oh! my poor cab!" but i mean.. it was worth it k? each of us had to only pay 5 baht for the ride, which is equivilent to taking a public bus! we had breakfast, while talking nonsence about all the faculty stuff. then, i accompanied my new friend, Faai, to look for earrings for her prom. we walked till about 1++ pm(ceremony ended at 8-ish). the whole while, the shoe was killing me... both at the heels and on the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home, took a bath and finally had a proper look at my poor feet. blisters on the back of both feet. pain!!!! i'll have to do something to the shoes... thank God i have a whole two months before the official start of school, i can really make use of the time to "personalize" my Uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for tonight, i guess i better go now. i bought a set of an american series. "one three hill" season one. can't wait to start watching! i love chad michael murry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111729470170824387?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111729470170824387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111729470170824387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111729470170824387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111729470170824387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-was-blast.html' title='it was a blast.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111599631595530344</id><published>2005-05-13T21:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:23:43.793+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been so long!</title><content type='html'>ha! i havent been writing in here for so long. but i had been seriously busy, okey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to register, do a 'body check-up' at the University:&lt;br /&gt;there is really nothing much to say about the registration part.. so let's go on to the check-ups. went for the session yesterday. my faculty together with 3 others were due at 1. it's our alot. 1:00pm - 2:30pm. so of course i went early to find the venue. its a hall somewhere in the HUGE vincinity... when arrived, i realised that the Thai king's granddaughter was supposed to do her check-ups today too. so because of security reason. they had to seal off the entire hall, for her majesty's use.police were everywhere! it was like a scene from the news reports in afghanistan. so serious and a little over the top. i didnt know the rest of the freshmen, i their Uniforms were already queuing up on the other side of the hall while waiting for Her majesty to depart. so, by the time i realised, it was too late... there was at least 2oo in the line before me. and the line was rapidly lengthening. line in 40 people per minute. so, i decided 'cut' the queue. i stood to inspect. the fact that i was one of the very few who was wearing home clothes didnt help! finally, i chose to stand in front of a Blur looking boy. so he wont make a fuss about me cutting his queue. (can u imagine the fuss girls were to make of people who cut queues?!) i managed to successfully get in line. i was supposed to fill in some forms about the orientation camp. adn because i was without a friend... the process of filling in those forms was made tedious. far worst than any test papers. then, i was to queue up again to hand in the money for the camp and sign on the list of names. i was filled with pride when the guy at the table asked me if i was in the faculty's 'english' program. i said 'Yes' with a super megawatt smile! i got to sign in another LIST!!! hahaha! everyone else was lookign at me... becasue they were all in the normal program, those taught in Thai. but mind was all in english. ha... ok, that was like the peak of the day. and then its the x-ray part... bluh bluh... boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to accompany my aunt to operation:&lt;br /&gt;woke up early to get to the hospital fro the 9 o'clock operation. (set off about 2hours before time... for fear of a traffic jam.) my cousin drove us there. and luckily she did, if not, i would have to wait alone for my aunt outside the lifeless operating room. we waited till like alomost 11 before she was released. it was a minor operation so she was allowed home right after. on the trip home, she told us that she was operated on twice... ok may be just one and a half. sound meesy? okey here's the story, the doctor in charged came late, so the assistant sort of went ahead to do the job. it was over in no time... but when the he was stitching up, the late doctor came and decided to re-stitch and do the job again as my aunt's case was a messy one. so yeah, she sort of had to 'stitch' twice. hehee. and after the op, one of her fingers went numb and had decided to go for check-ups again today. i was suppose to go too, but had a MaJoR stomachach, ate some wrong stuff last night. it was absolute hell!but it turned out, the doctor said it was a small problem. the operation sort of made one of the vessels swell, making the finger numb.. or something like that, i not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just think about.. the fact that a docter has so much influence over our life trought just one operation.. this is just a minor case of hand operation, what if it was a heart operation. too much blood would have been lost while re-stiching cause the drastic fall of blood pressure. causing a vessel to sweel then may even collapse the whole heart pumping system. in both cases, the victims die. hmm... irritating. an i over thinking it? may be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just hope u guys will be blessed with good health yea? good night. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i guess thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111599631595530344?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111599631595530344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111599631595530344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111599631595530344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111599631595530344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-been-so-long.html' title='it&apos;s been so long!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111528873894332418</id><published>2005-05-05T17:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T17:25:38.993+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic!</title><content type='html'>tired, tIrEd, TiReD!!!! had a 3-hour class with the 2 of the tuition girls. and rested for a mere hour and began another 4-hour class of dread again... argh!!! i'm so tired right now i may just sleep and never wake up again! :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess that's it. enough for today..  i'm totally drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, going to hand in my registration fee tomorrow at the University. that means i might be able to get a glimpse at my future-friends-to-be. hope they are all nice people and ok, may be  good looking people. heard from a senoir that only 5 guys managed to get through the interview... so i figured it would be like going through girls' school all over again. :(  i would miss my chance at oggling at cute guys, or even sharing the same lecture with them! but then again, having all girl friends might not a bad thing after all.  we can like gossip all day?! and can u imagine the amount of shopping we can do?  it's a bonus that the University is Very (no, extreamely!!!) near central bangkok, all the shopping centres! whoots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, need to sleep now. night!? (i kNoW its 5++ in the afternoon, but i can practically sleep anywhere, serious!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111528873894332418?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111528873894332418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111528873894332418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111528873894332418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111528873894332418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/05/hectic.html' title='hectic!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111478769805299263</id><published>2005-04-29T22:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:14:58.053+07:00</updated><title type='text'>news flash!</title><content type='html'>ha! spent the past 3 days at my dad's looking after my aunty. she had this eye operation, so she needed someone to drop eyes drops for her. and that's me to her rescue, made me lose my tuition income for nothing. 3 days u know? i could do so much more with those money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today.... something  really awesome happened! i managed to get into the university i wanted!!!! how cool is that.. Thank You, God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so happy... happy HaPpY HAPPY!!!! absolute bliss! *hehee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of people whom i thought had a chance didnt make it. like this guy who was in my interview group didnt get in! i was kinda shocked though. he graduated from australia! and there was another girl(together with 4 other friends), who graduated from switzerland also didnt make it! it made me wonder why they chose me over those people. may be they have rare taste. prefer crazy people!?  *hahaha*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111478769805299263?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111478769805299263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111478769805299263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111478769805299263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111478769805299263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/04/news-flash.html' title='news flash!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111406546355260280</id><published>2005-04-21T13:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T17:34:55.700+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was, and am still drowning in exhaustion!</title><content type='html'>havent updated u guys on my interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started at 8, i told u that the other time right? yeah... but it turned out they have devided all 126 of us into groups... according to where we came from and what grades we graduated with...i was in group 4, which consist of people who had either graduated overseas or from those local international schools. most of the people were speaking American-accented english. especially those who came from international schools. as for those overseas gratuates, people like me... we spoke in thai. ha! what an irony right? we were suppose to be the ones who were more familiar with speaking english, but yet we refused to say any. may be we were the minorities, that's why we dont speak much. there were like a troop of them, and they seemed to know each other for years even though they were from different schools. but all of them were pretty. like Seriously pretty, i'm not kidding. they were like 17? 18? the most 19? but they look like they were 20++!, with all the make-ups and (expensive!)hand bags... they were like rich pretty girls walking out of "legally blonde", if only they were blonde and had chiwawas! hahha. k, i'm being mean, shh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, there were a total of 4 groups, the first two consist of mostly thai graduates, and their interviewers were thai as well. the seniors said that it was for easy communication. some students might not be able to express themselves well in english and had to use some thai words.. so, when this happens, the thai interviewers will be able to understand them. the other 2 groups had 1 Ang-moh interviewer each. mine was this tall Ang-moh lecturer, "thank God he's was kind!", and two other thai woman lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my group was the slowest, and serious!, i'm not kidding, i waited from 8am till 2++pm for my '15 minutes!!!!!!' inteview! i was so exausted then that i dont even have the energy to get nervous before the interview, can u believe it? i went in feeling blank, and having the "accidentally in love" song in my head, u know the theme song for Shrek 2? yea, that song. the senoirs were all thinking i was crazy. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the questions were like:&lt;br /&gt;1) you are?&lt;br /&gt;2) so tell us more about yourself? (my dreaded question!)&lt;br /&gt;3) so what exactly is o'levels? (i sort of mentioned about my recieving o'levels and that the results were unexpected and stuff like that.)&lt;br /&gt;4) so your maths must be pretty good?! (he saw that i aced both my math)&lt;br /&gt;5) y do u want a change in direction, why turn to communication arts?&lt;br /&gt;6) do u think that foreign media had done a good job on the tsunami disaster?&lt;br /&gt;7) and a whole lot of questions i seemed to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i think i did ok, i was sort of unsure (ok, i guess most people call it the blur-blur stage) at first but hope it will do lah. they better let me get into the university, i waited for almost a day for that freaking interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the long hours of waiting,the thing that pissed me off even more was that there was supposed to be a written test the day after that. i was like.." there's a written test tomorrow and u tell me only now?! what the @#&amp;amp;% is this?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, and u cant miss this part, my dad had been wanting me to go over to his house to accompany my aunty who's in bangkok right now. she here's to see her docter. he was like an irritating housefly calling me on the handphone the whole entire time i was waiting for my interview... he called yet another time before the interview and i promised him i would call him as soon as the interview ends. but guess what he did... he called again, DUrING my freaking interview... the phone was vibrating on my lap while i explain to the interviewers what plans i had for my future.. the tricky part was i had to pretend that nothing is happening... and trust me, i was very VeRy bad at it. i think all 3 interviewers must thinking that i was stupid. who in the world would enter an interview room with their cell phone switched on? it's an interview, for goodness sake! and i know that! i was about to switch it off, when someone came up to talk to me and made me totally forgot about it.... and i was so sure no one would call me. i've made all the calls i was suppose to and told those whoevers that i will get back to them as soon as the interview's over. Everybody understood, Except my father! aRgh!!!! i was so mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, forget about it! go on to other stuff, it turned out that there was no cute guys at the interview.. i expected it though... i mean the faculty that i want to get in, doesn't really appeal that much to cute guys... only gays, may be. but i was surprise to see a couple of Straight guys at the interview... but all of them were not really good looking... they must all be at Business Admin interview! darn! i may have to spend the next 4 years of my Uni life in a cute guy-less compound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened yesterday really. just the written exam. write 2 short argumentative essays in 45 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)which part of communication arts do u like? why?&lt;br /&gt;2)if u were prime minister Thaksin Shinawat's political adviser, what would u tell him that is the most critical problem in thailand right now? give at least 1 solution to get rid or lessen the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second question was tough. but still could managed, wonder Woman!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion i've drawn for these 2 days of hectic exams... can't wait to start school. the senoirs are pretty and friendly. and hopefully, i will be able to make more good-looking friends and may be, close gay friends. hahha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111406546355260280?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111406546355260280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111406546355260280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111406546355260280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111406546355260280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-was-and-am-still-drowning-in.html' title='i was, and am still drowning in exhaustion!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111383873744280816</id><published>2005-04-18T22:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:38:57.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'>U can see your reflection on my oily face…</title><content type='html'>It’s so hot now adays. Its so humid u can literally drink the vapor in the air. Hahaha, exaggerating but hey, it’s really freaking hot now…&lt;br /&gt;Bathed at around noon today, and slept straight after that. All the way to around 4. I woke up with a face so oily, u can fry an egg with. It’s like u r wearing a mask made of oil! I was so frustrated! Never been so sticky my whole entire life. I mean… sticky on the face that is. Last time, after netball practices, I would be soaked because of all the sweat and stuff. But it would then evaporate fast… but today, it was really different.. I could feel the oil forming a layer on my face… I was even wondering if it would peel off at the end of the day... u know, like some facial mask and things like that. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about the weather. Tomorrow is my interview.. well, for the university, u know. I hope it will go smooth and all. hope the interviewers will be kind and not ask stupid questions like,” can u please introduce yourself?” and whatever nots. there’s a total of 126 interviewees tomorrow. I’m the no.111, lucky isn’t? but I guess it’s gonna be a long, long wait tomorrow.  The interview starts at eight, so I guess I will have to sleep early. Have to wake up at 6 just to get to the university on time… transport takes about 1 and a half hour, plus traffic… better not say crappy stuff tomorrow! Wish me luck, good night, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111383873744280816?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111383873744280816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111383873744280816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111383873744280816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111383873744280816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/04/u-can-see-your-reflection-on-my-oily.html' title='U can see your reflection on my oily face…'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111383867976963463</id><published>2005-04-18T01:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:40:25.910+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back, unhappily tanned.</title><content type='html'>I’m back from the holiday island trip. And am utterly disappointed. : ( there was practically nothing to do on the island… except for a snoggling(is that how u spell it?) trip. There was no proper chairs to sun tan on. And the beach is inaccessible during low tide, which occurs from early afternoon to the evening! The reason being, there are like stones and stuff in the water… so if it’s low tide, u are bound to step on the sharp stuff underwater. And to top it all off, it rained all three days I was on the island… and it’s not those heavily rain that comes and passes quickly, it’s the light rain that goes on for hours, refusing to go away. aRgH!!! So, of the three days on the island… I did not even suntan. It was only on the 2-hour boat trip back to the main land that I managed to suntan… hmm… it was an unconscious thing… I only realized it when I came home… this is not the first time I spent my holidays on an island.. I did it the previous 2 “new-years” holidays…. But only, it was at another resort, a resort where there’s fun activities and good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line is... i am utterly disappointed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111383867976963463?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111383867976963463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111383867976963463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111383867976963463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111383867976963463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-unhappily-tanned.html' title='Back, unhappily tanned.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111383856120726550</id><published>2005-04-13T23:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:36:01.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy songkhran day?!</title><content type='html'>i have know idea how to wish u all a happy songkhran day in enghlish, that's the best i could manage. anyway, it is the official start of the songkhran holidays today. i went out and shopped for my travelling stuf. the whole afternoon! i walked and walked.. spent a whole lot of money and came back a happy woman. got alot of accesseries and shirts! hahha, happy happy happy!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's songkhran today but i didn't play with any water. i have no idea why we have this custom of playing with water on songkhran. but yea, i think it's a very cool custom... u know? some streets are known to be closed on songkhran just to provide the people with a place to play with water! ok, i guess is not play. it's fight.  i think the most popular place to "water-fight" is along kao-san road. heard from my brother that it's really really fun. everybody is just splashing water mixed with alot of powder at each other and stuff. i hope i can gather enough friends to go there next year...it would be so much fun if friends were around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going off to  an island south of thailand tommorow. aaaah!!! i'm so blessed.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! forgot to tell u all. i have my interview next tuesday, 19th april. its at my first choice uni's interview.  i hope i dont mess up again this time. i hope by the time i'm back from my holiday on the island.. i'll be nice and tan. good impression is very important u know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111383856120726550?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111383856120726550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111383856120726550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111383856120726550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111383856120726550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-songkhran-day.html' title='happy songkhran day?!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111320834477136538</id><published>2005-04-11T15:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:12:19.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i must be crazy!</title><content type='html'>i'm so mad right now i can kill someone! i'm waiting for the University to release its interview namelist online.... but i have been waiting since noon.. and it's not even out yet! so so inefficient! what is this?! this University i'm talking about is suppose to be the best in thailand.. and i figured it should have enough money to actually hire someone to maintain its website! urghhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i will have to go to the University myself tomorrow to check out the score.. i DONT wan to do that?! its like mid summer.. and its hot?! i will like literally melt out there under the torturous sun! ok.. i sound like those bimbos in sweet valley high books! shh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went out with my bro for movie again yesterday. watched "HITCH".&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt bad, really. just disappointed. a lot of people told me it was great and all that stuff.. so my expectations were quite high. but i kinda enjoyed will smith's expressions... like all the," what the h*ll are u doing?" expressions. but i guess that's it.. nothing much to remember about the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111320834477136538?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111320834477136538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111320834477136538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111320834477136538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111320834477136538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-must-be-crazy.html' title='i must be crazy!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111277933840095544</id><published>2005-04-06T16:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T16:22:18.400+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the most relaxed day of the week.</title><content type='html'>ha! i only have one class to teach today. the evening class was canceled because the kids were out. i've mixed feelings now... sad?! and happy?!  happy that i can finally get the evening off. after yesterday, i can totally use this time to sleep.  but then again, if i dont teach, i wont get to earn money. *ble-ah!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'm using the time to load the songs into my MD. i'm sending it to my sis in s'pore.i'm like in a mess. all my music files r like everywhere! i hope all these files are like, real and not just some 'thing' in the computer.. so i can use my HANDS to DEmess it... instaed of using this stupid keyboard and mouse. Technology doesn't mean convenience all the time... u know what i mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111277933840095544?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111277933840095544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111277933840095544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111277933840095544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111277933840095544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/04/most-relaxed-day-of-week.html' title='the most relaxed day of the week.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111271190935497193</id><published>2005-04-05T21:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T21:38:29.356+07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the passport's falt!</title><content type='html'>i'm so so sooo... i dont know what to say, pissed?!  it's such a waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this girl who is planning to go to s'pore to study... so she is scheduled to take an exam this thursday, in singapore. and this morning, her mother called to ask if i'm free to take the trip to singapore with her daughter tomorrow, all expences PAID!  how cool is that?! i can go back and visit my friends and still have cash in my pocket, no worries about having to pay for the ever so expensive air tix! so, of cos! i agreed.. but when i hung up, i realised my passport was long overdued.. and i haven't got the chance ( okey, more like i was too lazy)  to renew it. and it will take at least 5 days for the process to be done. so yea, i called the mother again to say sorry and that i couldnt make it. SoB!!! stupid stupid stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway,today is the toughest day of the week so far. 8 hours of plain teaching.&lt;br /&gt;9:00am-12:00pm ---&gt;teach Tammy and Angie. the regulars.&lt;br /&gt;1:00pm-4:00pm   ---&gt;teach Nina, the girl who is suppose to go to s'pore.&lt;br /&gt;5:00pm-7:00pm   ---&gt;teach Dap and Narm. the regulars also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see? it's so cramped?! yesterday, i slept at, like what, one in the morning? i'm practically sleep-walking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. my BELOVED sis went to the Creative sales last week, and helped me buy the creative Zen Micro. 300 bucks! that's like quite cheap right? but yea. anyway, i thought it was way cool. really neat! :)  but now.. i have to dread about having to send the 300 bucks to my sis... i have to say my goodbyes to my 300 BUCKS now... good night?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111271190935497193?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111271190935497193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111271190935497193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111271190935497193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111271190935497193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-passports-falt.html' title='all the passport&apos;s falt!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111260292804341966</id><published>2005-04-04T15:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:22:08.043+07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy weather, stupid rain</title><content type='html'>it had been extreamly hot the last couple of days.. and i hoped so badly that it would rain.. so it did.. thank you God! but can u make it drizzle rather than a Downpour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained early this morning.. till about noon. the heavy rain made  the neiborhood flooded with water.. and i mean flooded.. some of the lower grass ground was submerged.. i was like, fighting my way through the ankle-deep, dirty water. it was totally gross. i tried using other ways to get to the house.. but every other walkway was flooded as well.. i was so mad! in the end, i reached thier homw about  20  minutes late.. that wasnt bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have another class this evening.. it better good!&lt;br /&gt;*crossed fingers* hope nothing bad comes up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111260292804341966?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111260292804341966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111260292804341966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111260292804341966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111260292804341966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/04/crazy-weather-stupid-rain.html' title='crazy weather, stupid rain'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111242145687773765</id><published>2005-04-02T12:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T12:57:36.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's going to be tough next week.</title><content type='html'>its the start of the tuition girls' Songkran 2-week-holiday... for the whole of next week. i'll have to teach a 2 classes a day.. 3 hours in the morning and 2 in the evening... that equates to 5 hours aday?! oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good points:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; money money money!&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; lose weight? (since i have to shout/teach so much, i better lose some weight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad points:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; i really really wish i can just laze at home.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; i have to walk under the hot sun for 5 minutes just to get to thier houses. (it doesnt help &lt;br /&gt;        that its summer, hOt!!!)&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; teach = more headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. but looking on the bright side... at the end of this torturing week... i'll be on my way for a holiday on a southern island off thailand's coast. that will be sooo great.. imagine the hot Sun.. the bright blue sky.. the aqua blue sea! HeAVeN!!! and to top it all off... i have a whole lot of caSH IN MY POCKET!! Life will be good THEN... that is.. after this coming week. hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111242145687773765?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111242145687773765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111242145687773765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111242145687773765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111242145687773765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-going-to-be-tough-next-week.html' title='it&apos;s going to be tough next week.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111202420973006936</id><published>2005-03-28T22:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:36:49.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pigsy plopsies</title><content type='html'>tuition girls' Mom came back from a business trip in japan. she bought presents for the children.. as well as for me. i got this journel book from her. duper cute. there's a picture of a pig in front. playing peek-a-boo. i had the naturally fat cheek and small eyes. so i figured i should try immitating it. my Ah-Gong and counsins laughed so hard when they saw me immiataing the pig on the book. feel real good now having made people laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111202420973006936?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111202420973006936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111202420973006936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111202420973006936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111202420973006936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/pigsy-plopsies.html' title='pigsy plopsies'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111193014824813012</id><published>2005-03-27T20:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T20:29:08.250+07:00</updated><title type='text'>new plans for a brighter future.. i guess.</title><content type='html'>hmm.. i've decided to drop my Mahidol Uni's Entry. decided not to enter after all... i have alot of reasons not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1---&gt; u have to hand in 40,000 baht worth of application/miscillaneous fees.&lt;br /&gt;2---&gt; if i decide to drop out later, i'll only get 27,000 baht back. that goes to say, i paid 23,000 for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;3---&gt; if i enter the Uni, i will miss tuition. the children are having 2 months of holiday this july&amp;august. i promised the moms i will teach them about 3 hours a day then... so, i guess more money will come rolling in. i dont really want to reject money... u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made up my mind... if i dont get accepted into the Uni i want to get in, in august.... i will just take this whole year off and enter Mahidol Uni with my cousin again next year.  i think it's preeety good though, dont u think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111193014824813012?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111193014824813012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111193014824813012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111193014824813012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111193014824813012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-plans-for-brighter-future-i-guess.html' title='new plans for a brighter future.. i guess.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111193442700834709</id><published>2005-03-27T20:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T21:40:27.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'>movies... current love of my life.</title><content type='html'>watched 3 movies recently... 2 yesterday.. 1 today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;League of the extraordinary gentlemen. 18.15, "Star movies" at home.&lt;br /&gt;not bad a show. cant beat "Van heising", but worth watching. the movie came out last year, but i didnt catch it in the cinema, didnt have the time. i didnt know that Shane west, the guy from "a walk to remember" was in it too... but of course... i watched and smiled at the sight of him.. that was a bonus. it wasn't some kind of a memorable show or anything.. just entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to deal. 20.10, "HBO" at home too.&lt;br /&gt;starring Mandy Moore. quite a waste of time, sappy romance show.  but half-way through the show, i realised that... coincidentally, the show was adapted from a book i have read.. " someone like u" haha.. it will be a longer story if i actually write the book's plot down. hehee. anyway... yeah. it was quite a disappointment. [ :( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;Boogey Man. 16.15, Major cineplex, pinklao.&lt;br /&gt;watched it with my old bro. i treated him to it, since i earn my own keep now. but also, i needed a reason for him to take me out. i seriouly am decaying at home. at first we wanted to watch  "Robots"(the cartoon).  but only the THAI version was available.. as in the version that cartoons spoke in thai. can u imagine that? yea, so we ended up with this show... Boogey Man. take a guess. is it a Horror flick? or is it a comedy? hahaha, its horror although the title,"boogey" sounds misleading..  well, not exactly for me... i didn't think it was THAT scary... i dont find Western horror film scary.. only Asian ones... Western films only shock me that very moment.... Asian film sort of haunt for life... so that's the reson y i always reject friend's invitation to wad ever Asian horror flick there was. but anyway.. back to Boogey Man! it scares me at first(scare as in the suddenly come up from behind and shock u Scare), when everything was in suspense.. but later in the show.. may be the last hour... it was sort of predictable. but in was fine... laughed my way though most of the Shocking parts, with my bro. we were hilarious, i guess... laughing at the predictable parts of the show. but anyway, i guess the bad part of the show is that the story is based on the belief of little children... about how they were so sure that there was something under their bed or in their closet... in this case, the "something" is the Boogey Man. yeah, i guess thats it. the movie is about the Boogey haunting this person called Tim. which is played by... i forgot wads his name.. but if i'm not wrong,he's the eldest child from the show, "7th heaven".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that's it... hmm... it's sunday. so soon! i'll have to begin my endless week of tuition torture again! *pouts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111193442700834709?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111193442700834709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111193442700834709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111193442700834709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111193442700834709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/movies-current-love-of-my-life.html' title='movies... current love of my life.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111173441503882461</id><published>2005-03-25T14:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T14:06:55.040+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got in. ha!</title><content type='html'>yeps, i'm officially accepted into the Uni. now, what?  should i take my place in this Uni first? or just leave it and wait for the Uni that i rEaLLy wana get in? hmm.. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking, may be i can study in this Uni first since the Uni that i wana get in only opens in August... this way, i wont be bored at home and can finally make some serious friends for the time being....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again... if i start studying in this Uni now, i will have to pay for the registration fee, plus all the whatever nots... which may cost up to almost 10,000 baht. my guess is, i will have to go over my father's dead body before he is willing to pay. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, at least, when i dont get accepted into the Uni i want in august, i can have a Uni to fall back on.  this way, i dont have to waste my time trying to get accepted into the Same Uni again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand... if i enter this Uni, i would not have time to teach those kids... i mean i will have very little time left to teach those girls..&lt;br /&gt;less teaching = less money made&lt;br /&gt;less money made = less shopping can be done&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!! this is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, i'll let u guys know the outcome.  and to think of decision... i have very little time to think about it u know? the Uni only gives me like 5 days to think about it? FiVe DaYs!!!! how??? ArGhh!!!! cool ploy, cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111173441503882461?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111173441503882461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111173441503882461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111173441503882461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111173441503882461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-got-in-ha.html' title='i got in. ha!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111172122404881892</id><published>2005-03-25T10:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T10:27:04.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/640/shane west.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/200/shane west.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane West. non-fattening eye-candy :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111172122404881892?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111172122404881892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111172122404881892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111172122404881892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111172122404881892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/shane-west.html' title=''/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111172099303737754</id><published>2005-03-25T10:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T10:23:13.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>she didnt go as a LAB mouse!!!!</title><content type='html'>i'm utterly disappointed. seriously, u know the tuition girl i was talking about? DAo? she didnt go dressed as a Lab Mouse! i'm so sad now. In the end, she went to school dressed as a perfume maker.. hmph! so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.  today's the 25th of march. my interview results will be released today.  i dont really have high hopes for any thing great, though. i mean, after that incident, who would?!  anyway, yeah. it's going to be released at 1.30... so stay tuned ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yea, i meant to say this for a long time. i watched 'a walk to remember' on HBO again, a few days back... it reminded me of how cute Shane West was! and he still is, now that i've seen him again in the show. he has this cute, 'bad-boy' look. very VeRy HoT!  whoo!  i'm not sure if all girls would agree with me, though. some girls like their guys to look to cute and Harmless.  hmm, so maybe they would not like Shane West's 'Overly Fierce', naughty look. but to me.. hehee, i still think he's cute. not too perfect.. just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i guess that's it for now. will check back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111172099303737754?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111172099303737754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111172099303737754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111172099303737754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111172099303737754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/she-didnt-go-as-lab-mouse.html' title='she didnt go as a LAB mouse!!!!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111146703878387312</id><published>2005-03-22T11:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T11:50:38.786+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's so hot here?!</title><content type='html'>it's the beginning of summer here in thailand... and it's soooo Hot! i can't imagine what it would be like when mid-summer comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just yesteday, i sweat right after i bathe!!! it's like "hello"?! i just took the trouble to bathe, and now i'm sweating again? o, this is just sooo GReAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i feel like a porky in a microwave oven. and to think that i'm in the comfort of my own home! can u imagine walking out there in the scorching sun? ChArCoAl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to talk about yesterday again. well, i had tuition with the girls again yesterday evening. they are new girls, called, Dao and Narm. It is thier school's science week. they told me, for friday, they have to dress like anything associated with 'Science'. Narm, being the elder one, already has some idea for her costume.. however, Dao, doesn't. so guess what i adviced her to dress as? a LAB mouse!!! a lot of u may think," ploy! how can u bully her like that? can u imagine all the humiliation she has to go through if she goes to school dreesed like a LAB mouse?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously okey? dont u think it would be cute? Dao is a small little girl, skinny, cute, short.  if she's dressed as a Lab mouse, and HOLD A CHEESE! she will sure win the whatever creative costume competitions there is in school. hmm... my idea... not bad?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll tell u guys if she took my advice on friday k? [ : ) ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111146703878387312?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111146703878387312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111146703878387312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111146703878387312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111146703878387312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-so-hot-here.html' title='it&apos;s so hot here?!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111124568578853216</id><published>2005-03-19T22:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T22:21:25.790+07:00</updated><title type='text'>msn is kinda fun</title><content type='html'>ppl?! i just realised today that a lot of things can be done with the msn that we use to chat.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;play minesweeper with ur friends?!&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;play solitair?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;and so much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what u guys r going to say,' u didnt know that? how come u r so slow?' yea yea! ok, i'm a mountain turtle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i wana say that i enjoyed myself online, very much today. Rui han, i'm not sure if u are looking at this. but just want to say thank you yea?! thank you for accompanying me online, eventhough u have other better things to do. and yes, thank you for letting me chose the games... and letting me win in the end lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen! can we play minesweeper instead of solitaire the next time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111124568578853216?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111124568578853216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111124568578853216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111124568578853216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111124568578853216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/msn-is-kinda-fun.html' title='msn is kinda fun'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111122652228332299</id><published>2005-03-19T17:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T17:02:02.286+07:00</updated><title type='text'>mom's not here.</title><content type='html'>my mom went back to singapore this  morning.. didnt send her though, there wasnt enough room in the car (an aunty volenteered to give her the lift, she was sending her son to singapore with my mom too.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i only helped with the carrying of luggages out of the house (the aunty's son did did the rest of the job, carrying it all the way to his car). i didnt even say good bye... my mom was rushing and everything... so yea, dats the farewell. i thought i would feel lost, sad or somethiong.. but no. actually, nothing, really. may be i have grown used to being away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of myself! i managed to clean the house! i did the vacumming, and the mopping... haha and even walked the irrinoying dog!!! hmm... i think i put on weight again... sad. trying to eat less for the next couple of days. ARGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111122652228332299?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111122652228332299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111122652228332299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111122652228332299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111122652228332299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/moms-not-here.html' title='mom&apos;s not here.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111104108364518849</id><published>2005-03-17T13:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T13:43:58.203+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Stanley Gng! how can u be such a Blur pok!!!!</title><content type='html'>this post by the way is dedicated to my form teacher of year 2003, and Co-form teacher of year 2004, Mr Stanley Gng. not in an Honour-ish way, but in a "i'd love to skin u alive" way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this is what happened to my interview the other day. i was supposed to hand in:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;2 envelopes containing recommandation letters from 2 different teachers from previous school.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; O's result slip.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; school's leaving cert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u see... i had already asked mr Yap (form teacher) and mr Gng(Co-form teacher), to help me with the recommandation letters. i was suppose to hand in 2 recomandation letters to each of the UNi i was applying to. Each of them had it done and had already put it in sealed envelopes. (so i have no idea what they had written and wad else was inside.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so outside the interview room, i was playing with the 2 sealed envelopes containing the recommandation letters. and i thought, how come Mr Gng's envelope is thicker than Mr Yap's? but than i was called in, so i didn't think about it anymore... so during the interview, the interviewers were opening the 2 envelopes and seeing my results and stuff like that, while i answered their questions. so i happen to glance at all the documents that i had summited... and to my HORROR i saw another university's recommandation letter (my first choice Uni, the better one) in the pile of documents i had just summited... ! can u imagine what was going on my mind?! i was in the middle of answering a question,and i stopped half way. luckily. i managed regain composure a few seconds after that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me, would it affect my interview results? i dont know, but i truely hope not. what do u think was on the interviewers' mind? "OH! since this girl is also applying to another University, perhaps we should give others a chance, anyway, she may just give up her spot at our school when she knows that the other University( the better one) wants her." ARGH!!!!! my hope of a back-up Uni is dashed!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So u see, my whole reason of dedicating this little angry post to Gng is that he had mixed the whole thing up.. he was suppose to put the 2 Uni's recommandation letter in SEPARATE envelopes! so i can give the 2 envelopes to SEPARATE UNIVERSITIES. so they would think that i REALLY REALLY want a place in the UNI and not just want it as a BACK-UP UNi!.... ARGH!!! calm down, ploy. cALM DoWn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, now thinking about, i can't totally blame him lah. may be he had a lot of stuff going on in his hands... but, can't help it. ARGH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111104108364518849?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111104108364518849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111104108364518849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111104108364518849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111104108364518849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/mr-stanley-gng-how-can-u-be-such-blur.html' title='Mr. Stanley Gng! how can u be such a Blur pok!!!!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111081798250262170</id><published>2005-03-14T23:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:34:05.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>read from a book, thought too much, yet again.</title><content type='html'>i'm still reading the book, "the romantic", by barbara gowdy. i know i read slow, finishing okey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it said, "your own death is never more than a rumour". i didnt totally understand the whole meaning of this sentence. so i kept thinking about it. and came to a conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this sentence. [ : ) ]. i mean it's something that everyone overlooked. i've always thought death was a fact... something that's bound to happen. dont get me wrong... death will always be a fact... but what i mean is, it will never be true, when u are alive. so when u are living, ur own death is nothing but a rumour. it's until u are dead that without doubts, it becomes a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought. is that why ppl are so afraid of death? like, no one knows for sure when their death will be a fact... and they are always living in fear of the rumour of their own death... like be haunted by a just a rumour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... y do u have to be afraid of that rumour when u know that it will be a fact at the end of the day? hmm... am i even making sense? i'm no longer sure... it's too late in the night to think straight.. beginning to zZZzonk out... i have no idea y i use the word "ZzzzZonk" but i feel that the word fully decribe my sleepy feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111081798250262170?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111081798250262170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111081798250262170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111081798250262170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111081798250262170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/read-from-book-thought-too-much-yet.html' title='read from a book, thought too much, yet again.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111081636158312428</id><published>2005-03-14T23:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:06:01.590+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ignorance is bliss. is it always true?</title><content type='html'>i've seen this phrase before... but never took notice of it.. or in another word, never give it any thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignorance is bliss. 'taken from adrian's bloggie'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's good or bad. u see? ignorance for some, may be a bliss. because , when u know less, it means there's little disappointments, and sadness....&lt;br /&gt;knowing less, also means u r safe from things that might make u feel uncomfortable.so when u are far from being uncomfortable? u feel absolute happiness. ahh, isn't that great? i thought so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, after much thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignorance is bliss, on the other hand, also means, living in denial. yes, it's true u experience less tremor, less negative feelings. but it also allows u to be exposed to very little ups and downs of live. it's like living in a Box. i believe there's always a limit to everything. so when u have had enough of the life in the Box, and want to come out of it... would u die outide because u can't take reality? may be, may be not, it all depends on the indivisual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i'm being ignorant to anything in my life... i certainly hope not...&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess that's it, at least for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111081636158312428?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111081636158312428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111081636158312428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111081636158312428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111081636158312428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/ignorance-is-bliss-is-it-always-true.html' title='ignorance is bliss. is it always true?'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111081198596945034</id><published>2005-03-14T21:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:53:05.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>interview's tomorrow, how come i feel nothing?</title><content type='html'>yeps, the interview's tomorrow, the interview for Mahidol Uni.... and yes, i feel nothing. it's either i think this interview is a small matter to me, or i'm really Numbed. seriouly, i think talking is nothing.. it's like a reflex action to me... no brain actions involved.. it comes naturally. okey, i have to admit, i talk without my brain sometimes.... just sometimes, okey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pleas:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;pls let the judges is kind tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;pls let me make good impressions...&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;pls dont let the interviewers think i'm a bimbo?! no, a Fool?! (since i'm not pretty, i dont qualify as a bimbo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought Board shorts and a speg top (Roxy!) for my sis, she better wear it no matter what, it cost me a bomb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111081198596945034?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111081198596945034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111081198596945034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111081198596945034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111081198596945034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/interviews-tomorrow-how-come-i-feel.html' title='interview&apos;s tomorrow, how come i feel nothing?'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111081179125617034</id><published>2005-03-14T21:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:49:51.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days to 'Mahidol' uni interview.</title><content type='html'>went town with mom and aunty... 3 mad women on the lose in a shopping centre? can u imagine the havoc? anyway.. ended up buying an esprit top for my mom... and a baby-G 10th anniversary watch... the Bea-U-ty i was talking about the other day. i BOUGHT it!!!!! i'm so B-R-O-K-E now... but happy... poor but happy... : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went trying levis jeans today.... just trying.,. i have to wait till my 'last' week tuition pay come before i can shop again. conclusion? the 501 series is an absolute gorgeous! mu-arh!!! oh, and the new release Boot cut jeans are not bad too.. forgot wads the number already.... but yeah.. Good Good Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going town again tomorrow, with mom... i know i know..i just said i dont have the money. eventhough i dont have THAT much money, i can always be on the look out for nice clothes, right? i can go and get it the next time, when the money comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, interview's on tuesday... dont really feel nervous now, may be later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111081179125617034?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111081179125617034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111081179125617034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111081179125617034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111081179125617034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/2-days-to-mahidol-uni-interview.html' title='2 days to &apos;Mahidol&apos; uni interview.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111072664455346391</id><published>2005-03-13T22:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:10:44.556+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i talk too loud.... i shout.</title><content type='html'>it never came to me that i talked loudly. in s'pore, all my friends i talked to, never told me i talked loudly. may be they talked loud too. when i came back... alot of people, and i mean A LOT said i talked too loudly, uneccessarily.. they have taken to calling me a loud speaker... hmm.. i'm not so proud of nick name though..  but still, i'm trying to upgrade myself and not talk too loudly like some aunties in the market...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be i talked loudly because of my Mom. She talked loudly too. so can u imagine our house with 2 loud speakers swicthed on 24/7 from today onwards. just ate.. we talked over dinner.  no, it's shout, over dinner. but yeah, it was fairly enjoyable. talked about O's result, stuff happening to my sister and wad ever not. conclusion... just glad my Mom's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking of buying her an esprit shirt... with my own hard earned money... wad do u guys  think? : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111072664455346391?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111072664455346391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111072664455346391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111072664455346391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111072664455346391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-talk-too-loud-i-shout.html' title='i talk too loud.... i shout.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111051405968545061</id><published>2005-03-11T11:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T11:07:39.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so accomplished now.</title><content type='html'>slept extra late yesterday helping my counsin do PART of her bibliography for her project. it wasnt tough or anything... but its just that i sometimes have to translate the thai titles to english... which is far better than to translate it the other way around, i would have use up, may be... 5 times as much time i used last night if that's the case...my thai is in such a mess!&lt;br /&gt;ps: J-puay, u owe a week of lunch! ur mp3 cds werent satifying enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, yeps, its done and i feel sooooo accomplish! it was like almost 5 pages long! its been a long time since i complete THAT much work. but speaking of which... do u think University life would be a nightmare? like doing projects after projects and no fun? i'll probably suffocate and die! but anyway, i will try to think positive, at least i'll have more friends and may be more cute guys to oggle at in the University.. and not be bored to death at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my Mom's coming back tomorrow! i dont know if that's good news or bad news.&lt;br /&gt;Good news:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; i missed her.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; seeing her again will mean i get to talk to someone other than my ah gong and aunties.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; she cooks nice food.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; i get to treat her to something, may be buy her lunch with my tuition Money. she'll be so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; she nags.... she can last for hours!&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; she would 'demand' me to do housework eventhough the house is perfectly clean.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; she would wake me up very early in the morning... she thinks that by waking up late will make me fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. by looking at it.. i guess the Good over rules the Bad. ok lah... so my Mom coming back to thailand tomorrow should be good news.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111051405968545061?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111051405968545061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111051405968545061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111051405968545061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111051405968545061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-feel-so-accomplished-now.html' title='i feel so accomplished now.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111018702636115486</id><published>2005-03-07T16:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:17:06.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'>things u should see</title><content type='html'>there's this new clothes line for both men and women in thailand.. okey, it's not new in thailand but it is in singapore i guess, if not... somebody inform me yea?.  it's called 'playhound'. they recently use mickey mouse prints in their designs... i heard it's a thai label.. but i'm not sure.. the label don't look local.. it kinda look international to me.  but yeah.. as i was saying.. thay have very nice clothes...  for those who likes vintage... u may like this. they have very nice colour combinations and stuff, Grey, dirty green, faded yellow... u name it.. it's all DiRRty colours!  u can find the link at the bottom right hand corner of my bloggy k? enjoy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111018702636115486?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111018702636115486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111018702636115486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111018702636115486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111018702636115486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/things-u-should-see.html' title='things u should see'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111018371714759046</id><published>2005-03-07T15:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T15:21:57.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ideas to brighten up my bloggy</title><content type='html'>watched 'Million Dollar Baby' yesterday... on DVD.it was so good! trust me.. it didnt win oscars for nothing. ppl, u should see it. it's real good. very touching.. great plot. i like this phrase in the shop,"if there's magic in boxing, it's the magic of fighting battles beyong endurence. Beyond cracked ribs, ruptured kidneys and detected redness. IT'S THE MAGIC OF RISKING EVERYTHING FOR A DREAM THAT NOBODY SEES BUT U. " i thought it made a lot of sense. anyway! clint eastwood, morgan freeman.. they're the best old man around! watch it watch it watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i've decided to make my bloggy a little less boring... "somebody has to save this bloggy, it might as well be me rite?" i have decided to add links to varius websites that i think is cool. well ppl, as u know me.. i wouldn't just link any website to this bloggy of mind. YES, since i love to shop so much.. i had been going on to sites to see products like jeans, watches, skirts and accesories... so, if i happen to see stuff that i like very much or think that u ppl would like... i will try to link the site to this bloggie okey? trust me... all these sites are state of the art.. and wait till u see the BABY-G 10 years annivasary litmited addition watches... WhOots! i cant wait to get it!!!! u can drool just looking at the pics on an old computer like mine! its an absolute BEA-U-TY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it was cold yesterday too. but unfortunately, it doesn't today.. so i guess it's the end of this crazy weather! hmm... i miss the cold already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111018371714759046?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111018371714759046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111018371714759046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111018371714759046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111018371714759046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/ideas-to-brighten-up-my-bloggy.html' title='ideas to brighten up my bloggy'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-111000275342718226</id><published>2005-03-05T13:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T13:05:53.426+07:00</updated><title type='text'>something's really wrong.</title><content type='html'>it's so freaking cold here in thailand... not a snowy cold, it's a windy cold. my hands and feet felt cold since this morning. it's almost summer and why am i feeling cold? is it like that anywhere else? tell me, somebody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again i guess it's better that it's cold than hot... at least people wont sweat and smell bad on the bus or anywhere else.. that should be good news isn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the summer holidays in thailand... school teens are 'on the lose' for the next 2 months ahead. that means, there will be ppl everywhere i go. i hate it! i sort of miss those days where shopping centres were people-less because everybody's confined in school. then, i get to have the mall all to myself, sort of la! so i figured i'd lay low for the next 2 months to avoid the crowd. i'll just have to shop less then! *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'm getting seriously boring...  my brain don't work as efficiently as it did last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-111000275342718226?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/111000275342718226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=111000275342718226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111000275342718226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/111000275342718226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/somethings-really-wrong.html' title='something&apos;s really wrong.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110995287023627539</id><published>2005-03-04T23:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T23:14:30.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/640/ahgong 004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/200/ahgong 004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my bro people.... yea yea! we don't look alike, i know. it makes me question myself. was i picked out off the rubbish dump? :p&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110995287023627539?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110995287023627539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110995287023627539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110995287023627539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110995287023627539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/thats-my-bro-people.html' title=''/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110995237160492005</id><published>2005-03-04T23:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T23:06:11.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The brother i hate to love.</title><content type='html'>Since birth, i had not been close to my brother... that is, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i use to hate my brother for all the stupid stuff he said to me. he was always teaming up with my sis to criticize and do all that 'verbal' bullying stuff. i never understood why he did all those stuff, irrinoying me for all the stupid reasons! i don't yearn for his attention. but i just wish he would grow up?! he's like 6 years older than me!? can't he he just behave? even if it was a phase he was going through.... his 'phase' seemed to drag on forever! at that moment of time, i was certain that i would hate him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at 24, he seems a much better person now. may be it's the situation i am in? like my situation sort of make me look pathetic... or somthing. but anyway, my brother sort of did a lot of stuff, i never dreamed he would even do for anyone.. let alone for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1---&gt; offering to drive me to his University for the entrance test, and driving me back home.&lt;br /&gt;2---&gt; promising to drive me to his Uni again for the interview test on the 15th, and of cos drive &lt;br /&gt;           me back.&lt;br /&gt;3---&gt; offering to take me to the movies because it seemed to him that i'm decaying at home.&lt;br /&gt;4---&gt; write in the flooble chat thing that he wished i would get into a Uni soon becos i looked so&lt;br /&gt;           bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;5---&gt;burning some VCDs for me to watch at home, to keep me entertained.&lt;br /&gt;6---&gt;and some other acts that i had unintentionally forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the above actions may mean nothing to those reading this post. but to me. it meant a whole lot. this is because my dear brother here has a nature like no others:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;he's a 'lazy to the core' person. [so him waking up extra early to drive me to his Uni for the&lt;br /&gt;        exam when he doesn't have a class sort of shocked me.]&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;he couldn't care less about others, except may be all his girlfriends. [to me, him burning&lt;br /&gt;        those VCDS was a miracle!]&lt;br /&gt;so u see? time really changes a person. i thank God for that... : )!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: H.bank, thank you thank you thank you! love U!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110995237160492005?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110995237160492005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110995237160492005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110995237160492005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110995237160492005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/brother-i-hate-to-love.html' title='The brother i hate to love.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110983899401799574</id><published>2005-03-03T15:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T15:36:34.020+07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to do today.</title><content type='html'>everybody seem to be so busy.  time, to everyone, seem to be running out. like there's no time for anything all. but to me, time is creeping by so slowly i thought it had stopped completly.  i'm practically collecting dust at home... hmm.. enough about self sympathy. Shh,ploy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these extra time make me question a lot of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example:&lt;br /&gt;y can't time just go faster?&lt;br /&gt;y can't i eat and not go fat?&lt;br /&gt;how come i'm not rich? (then i dont need to give tuition, just shop all day)&lt;br /&gt;how come my tuition kids are so spoilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, all this stupid questions pop in and out of my empty head..  but anyway, since i had admitted that they are stupid questions.. i shall ask no one for answers, i know i probably get the same reaction," oh please ploy! go do something before u go crazy!" haha, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there's this incident that freaked me out this morning.. freak as in not a scary, ghostly freak.. just a worried, freaking way. as i had mentioned, my interview's on the 15th march. but this morning. my counsin, who is studying in the university, called and asked if i was going to the uni for the interview today "she probably saw some ppl waiting to be interviewed". i totally freaked out... i knew my interview's on the 15th, but after the call i wasn't sure any more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went online and checked. it turned out the uni's website had stopped posting the list of interview dates.. so i thought... "die, i'm so dead! what if it's today? i'm grilled!"&lt;br /&gt;i ran upsatir and try to dig out the uni's information sheet that has all the registration/examination/interview dates on it. i took about half an hour to do that."okey, my drawer is a pigstyle okey? i admit it! sue me!" and thank God! the interview is not today.. its on the 15th.. today is the interview for the pre-college thingy, which of cos i'm not involed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, this story teaches me to keep my things in proper places. my drawers, closet should be kept neat in case some stupid emergencies come up or something.... i gona miss my pigstyle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110983899401799574?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110983899401799574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110983899401799574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110983899401799574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110983899401799574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/nothing-to-do-today.html' title='nothing to do today.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110982523812919431</id><published>2005-03-03T11:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T11:47:18.130+07:00</updated><title type='text'>results are out.. so who's going JCs? and who's Poly?!</title><content type='html'>like i said earlier before the results were released... O's aftermath is far worst than the exam itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the exam?&lt;br /&gt;the preparation.&lt;br /&gt;the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the exam?&lt;br /&gt;the anticipation, its like having earthworm wriggling it your heart.. devastating.&lt;br /&gt;the tiring job of people asking u for your results and vice vesa.&lt;br /&gt;it's worst when u have to cheer those close friends up when their results are disappointing. (luckily, all my friends did fantastic! congrats everyone!)&lt;br /&gt;OR, u did badly and have to come to terms with it.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, u have to now chose between JCs and Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the difficult part. it doesn't apply to me though, since i only have one choice.. which is Uni. but it matters, to alot of my friends... okey, especially JEANNIE TAN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope those who are contemplating on this issue will really give it some thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine? &lt;br /&gt;u spend two or even three years in JC and end up not being able to enter Uni after that? or worst, u complete your Poly and realise that u have taken the wrong course, a course that u either dont like, or is not of much help to your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i worrying too much? i dont even have to make that decision but i'm like talking so much about it.. may be i'm running out of topics to talk about... HElp! i getting boring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110982523812919431?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110982523812919431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110982523812919431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110982523812919431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110982523812919431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/03/results-are-out-so-whos-going-jcs-and.html' title='results are out.. so who&apos;s going JCs? and who&apos;s Poly?!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110958425395606004</id><published>2005-02-28T16:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:50:53.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/640/bus%20tix%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/200/bus%20tix%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a public bus on my own this morrning. i know this is crazy.. but i'm really proud of myself okey?! i've got the ticket to prove it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110958425395606004?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110958425395606004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110958425395606004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110958425395606004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110958425395606004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-took-public-bus-on-my-own-this.html' title=''/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110958312984365654</id><published>2005-02-28T16:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:32:09.843+07:00</updated><title type='text'>no A1s.. but i guess it's good enough.</title><content type='html'>yep, the results are out. Thank God!  i got 13 pts by the way, no A1s(Argh!!!), 5 A2s, 2 B3s.. good enough for a lazy bum like me. english and bio got Bs, quite saddened , i thot i did ok for it... but anyway... must tell myself, "it's good enough ploy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i was glad i didn't exceed 20.i might have considered suiside if that happens... who knows?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those friends whom i love dearly, i hope u did well, report to me if its good news... u may wish to not talk about ur not so good results if that's what u wan... it's preety fine with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110958312984365654?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110958312984365654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110958312984365654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110958312984365654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110958312984365654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-a1s-but-i-guess-its-good-enough.html' title='no A1s.. but i guess it&apos;s good enough.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110951546633860047</id><published>2005-02-27T21:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T21:44:26.340+07:00</updated><title type='text'>O's tml. i'm numbed</title><content type='html'>i told all my friends in s'pore that i'll be back to collect my O's result.  O's result is comming out tml, so what am i doing, still pigging out in thailand? i'm sorry guys. i didn't have the money to get tickets back to singapore. my Dad didn't sponser. so... yeah.. like said. no money, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i woke up with a shock this morning. i totally forgot about O's release date.  i zooked out a little. like, felt blank for a while. thought of nothing. then, when i finally snap out. 2 scenarios came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scenario 1---&gt; good results, &gt;15&lt;br /&gt;thank God.&lt;br /&gt;smile all day.&lt;br /&gt;write it all over my bloggy.&lt;br /&gt;think of how smart i am.&lt;br /&gt;think of how lucky i am.&lt;br /&gt;think of how smart i am AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;do the selfish stuff smart ppl do. (let me be selfish for a day, just one day!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scenario 2---&gt; bad results, &lt;20&lt;br /&gt;scolded over the phone by Mom the entire afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;think of my suddenly bleak future.&lt;br /&gt;think of answer to questions asked by others like, " how was your o's?"&lt;br /&gt;exercise my self control, in case i meet ppl who boasts about thier good results online.."adrian teo, it better not be U!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the latter is my worst nightmare. accepting O's result is scarier than the exam itself, i find. for me, i'm not the first to know of my results. because i am not in s'pore, my Mom will get my results for me tomorrow. that makes her the first to see my results.  so if, "if ok?!" ,  my results turn out to be a complete disaster, i won't even have the time to come up with a 'PLS FORGIVE ME FOR MY DISASTEROUS RESULTS'  speech when she call to scold me of my results! so i figured i'll be busy tonight. i have to prepare for tomorrow, both in mind and on paper.  i need at least 2 pieces of paper to complete my speech. it needs to be flawless, u know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i dont need it tml, i can lend it to anywan else in need, choy choy choy, i know... everybody will do well... hope you guys get into the 7As list tomorrow, yea?  A1s, A1s, A1s... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110951546633860047?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110951546633860047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110951546633860047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110951546633860047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110951546633860047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/os-tml-im-numbed.html' title='O&apos;s tml. i&apos;m numbed'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110921835404763517</id><published>2005-02-24T11:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T11:12:34.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got through the Uni's exam... now, time for the interview.</title><content type='html'>Yep ppl. i got through the Mahidol Uni's entrance exam... i have my interview on the 15th of march.. i'm the 8th person for the day... so at least i know by the time it's my turn, the interviewer wont be to sleepy to listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i don't sound overjoyed do i? well, that's because the Uni is my second choice Uni.. it's like my back-up Uni. but still i do hope i would do okey for the interview as well.. so ppl, wish me luck okey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110921835404763517?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110921835404763517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110921835404763517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110921835404763517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110921835404763517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-got-through-unis-exam-now-time-for.html' title='i got through the Uni&apos;s exam... now, time for the interview.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110915430100075233</id><published>2005-02-23T17:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T17:39:41.403+07:00</updated><title type='text'>warning, if u are not up to serious read, please just skip this post.</title><content type='html'>i am currently reading this book called 'The Romantic' by Barbara Gowdy. it's about this girl and part of her childhood, and this guy, Abel, she liked since young... but anyway, this Abel guy is a very smart boy and stuff like that. this chapter speaks about his essay, written before he died. i thought this chapter was interesting.. decided to share it with u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's from Chapter 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Abel's essay"Oblivion," page 10:&lt;br /&gt;          "How can we know that every living thing is not aware? Perhaps the order and symmetry we perceive in Nature result less from genetic determinism than from an awareness, between one like thing and another, that they &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; alike and to exactly what degree this is so. The branches of trees grow to a length that results in the mature of foliage having an overall bloom shape, with no single branch shooting out conspicously , because each branch is so perfectly aware of its neighbour as to be in perfrect agreement with it. Hair, fur, grass and petals grow only so long and no longer. Similarly, intelligence and aspirations, in all creatures, are constrained within consensual limits. If it were possible for a hair or a branch or any creature to live its entire existance from conception onward in a complete isolation of which it were completely unaware, who knows how much it might reach?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           This stymies me, this paragraph. On the one hand he seems to be praising observation and conformity. The more attention you pay to everything and everybody around you, the less risk there is that you'll go "shooting out conspicuosely" and upsetting the natural balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            On the other hand, he calls this kind of diffuse appreciation a constraint. Not a constraint to a deeper appreciation, though to the possibility of -for instance- finding just one person so remarkable you can't tear your eyes away.It's the stiffling of indivisual talent he regrets. ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps, that's about the whole chapter.. very short. it took me a while before i get the whole idea of it. may be there's a lot out there who wants to speak out, to be recognized .but because they are afraid of what others may think of them, or be rejected. they refuse to step out of their "territories". and may be because of thinking, the stiffling of indivisual talent occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be i am like that too. it's not that i hate the attention and the recognition , its fine with me. but sometimes, just sometimes, i prefer being among the CROWD rather than in the spotlight light itself (like said, "shooting out conspicousely"). it's so tough being the centre of the attention. leave the attention to others, i like being in the corner as is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110915430100075233?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110915430100075233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110915430100075233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110915430100075233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110915430100075233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/warning-if-u-are-not-up-to-serious.html' title='warning, if u are not up to serious read, please just skip this post.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110914972143331738</id><published>2005-02-23T16:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T16:08:41.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/640/plopsies%20035.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/320/plopsies%20035.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this too... i like the pocket at the back. anybody got any comments?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110914972143331738?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110914972143331738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110914972143331738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110914972143331738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110914972143331738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-this-too.html' title=''/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110914958434262587</id><published>2005-02-23T16:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T16:06:24.343+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/640/plopsies%20033.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/320/plopsies%20033.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, this IS the skirt i was talking about.. the turqoise blue mumbo skirt... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110914958434262587?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110914958434262587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110914958434262587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110914958434262587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110914958434262587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/yes-this-is-skirt-i-was-talking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110914895896733298</id><published>2005-02-23T15:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:55:58.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/640/plopsies%20013.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/320/plopsies%20013.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i love my shorts!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110914895896733298?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110914895896733298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110914895896733298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110914895896733298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110914895896733298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-i-love-my-shorts.html' title=''/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110914889934057140</id><published>2005-02-23T15:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:54:59.340+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/640/plopsies%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/320/plopsies%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my new shorts!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110914889934057140?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110914889934057140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110914889934057140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110914889934057140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110914889934057140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-my-new-shorts.html' title=''/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110907570718129028</id><published>2005-02-23T10:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T19:35:07.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first wasted trip!</title><content type='html'>went over to have tuition with the girls just now. was suppose to start at 5. i waited... and waited.. and waited... till, 6.30. one and a half hour of absolute nothing. it turned out, their mom forgot to call and inform me that she wanted today's class to be postponed to tomorrow because the girls had math tuition today. one of their maids(they have a total of 3-4 maids, i lost count, all of them seemed to look alike) told me that thier mom must have forgotten due to a meeting. so there, i wasted my evening at their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking... would i be like that when i grow old? like tend to forget things easily? but then again, it would be good for me. can u imagine yourself forgetting to eat ur meals? i would effortlessly lose SO much weight?! that would be perfect [ :) ]hEhEe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because there's no tuition today, i have to wake up extra early tomorrow, so i can squeeze in today's time into tomorow's. waking up early means i have less time to sleep.. *pouts*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of sleep. people! i am so proud to say that i did not sleep my whole afternoon away today! i only slept a little of it. i went swimming in the afternnon around 1+. but only for a little while, like for half an hour. so i think it's not much of an exercise to speak of anyway... but it's better than sleeping still. so may be, just may be okey? i will stick to this routine, a heathier, 'slimmer' routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's a public hoiliday in thailand.. i dont know if it is in singapore, it's a buddhist festival, i don't know its significance... but anyway, my grandfather, being a chinese buddhist is going to celebrate too...with all the offerings... my house will have a lot of good food. i'm so blessed! thinking of the good food is like having a sweet dream.. HmMm... life can't get any better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110907570718129028?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110907570718129028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110907570718129028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110907570718129028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110907570718129028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-first-wasted-trip.html' title='my first wasted trip!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110899650094887218</id><published>2005-02-22T12:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:35:00.953+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i still hold a job! a miracle? no, i good.</title><content type='html'>alot of things happened yesterday, but was too lazy to type it out on the day itself.. so, here it is guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; had tuition with the girls in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, they didnt get much of anything in the 3 hours of tuition. i was so dreading the talk with thier mom over lunch.but it turned out, i still hold the job, people! when their mom told me she wanted me, ME! to continue teaching her girls... i was like,"oh, love u! thank you so much. u look so preety today!?" but i guess its not just her that's pretty. everything seem extraordinarily bea-U-tiful then, may be it's my mood. [ :) ] but it's a bit different this time. i'll have to teach them on weekdays and only in the evenings, for one and a half hour! haha, this is so great. less time meant better attention from the girls. better attention from the girls meant they will learn better. them learning better meant that my tuition job will not be such a chore! haha, thank You God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; watched movie with Cousin and Bro.&lt;br /&gt;watched Kungfu Hustle by the Steven Chow person. i was so glad i didn't anticipate too much. it's another of what i call a time killer show. quite crap. but i was kind of glad i got to go with my cousin and and brother, at least they had the heart to accompany me to the movies. THANK YOU!!! J.puay, thank you so much for laughing with me and listening to my crap on our drive to the mall! H.bank, thank you for taking me to the movies... thanks for the treat!&lt;br /&gt;Ps: tooty pok! i dont laugh and talk to myself when i watch movies alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;dinner with dad.&lt;br /&gt;was called over to have dinner with my dad. at first my bro thought my the other counsin was there, but it turn out she had tests on monday, so didnt join me and my dad for dinner. my bro was suppose to just drive me to my dad's but when he realise that it was just me and my dad having dinner, he decided to stay behind to accompany me through dinner. i LOVE u! ur presence was comforting, thanks for being with me through that dinner. love u love u love u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY was nothing really.. slept the afternoon away, AGAIN! i just cant sit on the sofa and not sleep, can i?! but yea, slept the whole afternoon away and luckily woke up just in time for the tuition. and now? watching tv... my life's gettign into a routine! a very bad and fattening routine! somebody help me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110899650094887218?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110899650094887218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110899650094887218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110899650094887218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110899650094887218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-still-hold-job-miracle-no-i-good.html' title='i still hold a job! a miracle? no, i good.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110881202798491629</id><published>2005-02-20T09:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T18:20:27.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a self-proclaimed pig!</title><content type='html'>i'm so angry at myself! i was suppose to clean the floor(vacumm and mop that is). but i ended up sleeping the afternoon away... what a pig! well, it's not totally my fault.... i went upstairs to watch DVDs right after luch.... but after a movie, i fell asleep. it was seriously unintentional... the movie wasn't a comedy or anything, it was sort of a serious movie (serious!)... i watched 2046. it's not bad a show , although i spent almost half the time figuring out why the director chose to add in certain irrelevent scenes. but anyway, i thought the his characters were great.... not the actors and actresses though, just the characters themselves... i don't know y. its just them. and i thought the plot was good. who in the were would actually think of a plot like that... i wonder what gave him(or who ever that thought of the storey) the inspiration. please do NOT tell me that he thought of it in the toilet or something. it'll just totally wipe out the idol image i have of him.. but well yeah, i fell asleep after the show ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, as u all know. i went town again yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;my yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; a movie,Shall We Dance&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; bought a Mumbo skirt&lt;br /&gt;that's it. that about wraps up my yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Skirt! hahaha, it's seriously a joke. u know what? the color of the skirt that i just bought, is the color of my uniform... turqoise blue! hahahaha, i'm sorry people, i know i sound taste-less now, but the skirt really looked cute on me... as in it looked good! so, i bought it.. it's that simple. i seriouly like everything about the skirt.. it's just the colour that made me think twice.. but in the end i bought it anyway.. so yeah, dont anyone dare make me think that the skirt was a waste of money.. i'll personally mend that person's mouth myself! if i have pics of the skirt, i'll try to post it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the movie.... hehee, richard gere was soooooo handsome! while watching the movie i feel like those middle aged woman who swoon after richard gere. he's what i call handsome... like a very gentlemanly person. i'm sure alot of girls will agree with me :p! the movie... i thought it wasnt bad... but it was not a memorable one. i dont remember the storey now that i'm recalling it. so u see? this kind of movie, to me, is just for killing time. but the only thing that is impresionable, seemed to be the script. it said," your life will not go unnoticed,because i'll notice it. your life will not go unwitnessed,because i'll witness it" i like the sound of these 2 sentences..&lt;br /&gt;i have my last class with the girls tomorrow. kind of dreading it.. what if the mother finds out that i did almost nothing with the girls.. and the girls hadn't gain as much knowledge from me as she had wished? what if she doesn't want me to continue teaching the girls... does that mean i wont be able to afford all those nice clothes anymore? ha?! i don't like the sound of being penniless in the city of bangkok. there are so many shops out there waiting for me? they'll be so disappointed! [ :( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, hey, life's full of disappointment(s)! especially mine, so better make the most out of it right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110881202798491629?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110881202798491629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110881202798491629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110881202798491629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110881202798491629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/self-proclaimed-pig.html' title='a self-proclaimed pig!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110864277665208023</id><published>2005-02-18T10:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T19:19:36.656+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids do have mood swings... how come no one tells me that?!</title><content type='html'>its official. Kids are driven by their mood. when they are happy, they behave. but when they r not? they just piss everybody off. just like girls having periods.&lt;br /&gt;Kids are so uncute sometimes. this may not imply to all kids.. but to my tuition girls... u bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they misbehaved again. not in a naughty way but in an irritating way. they just dont do what they are told. when u place an assignment in front of them... they just go," i don't want to do this. i just don't want to!" and what can i do? nothing. i'll just let them rest for 10 mins and start all over again. so as a result... in the 3 hours of tuition today... i guess about almost close to an hour is plain resting.. i'm such a freaking good tuitor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bad news just hit me today, the tuition tragedy will be prolonged! actually, this tuition thing is suppose to officially end tomorrow. but because the girls have some stuff going on, the tuition will be postponed to sunday.... how great! prolonged my suffering... now i'll have to spend time dreading for the weekend. needless to say, i'm not liking the sound of this weekend ,ppl. it's gonna be ExtReAmLy dReAdFuL! i can feel it, argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since i'm free tomorrow, i'll be going to town and see all that's HAPPENING. i'm so Mountain Turtle now, after all the tuitoring at home,i didn't go out for the whole entire week.. well almost the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Movie Movie!&lt;br /&gt;Shopping Shopping Shopping!&lt;br /&gt;Startbucks Starbucks Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;Cuteys Cuteys Cuteys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110864277665208023?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110864277665208023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110864277665208023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110864277665208023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110864277665208023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/kids-do-have-mood-swings-how-come-no.html' title='Kids do have mood swings... how come no one tells me that?!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110856143574201410</id><published>2005-02-17T11:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:46:09.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's getting better,ppl!</title><content type='html'>the tuition thing... i so glad it got better today. they can pay FULL attention for more than 2 hours today! Oh, God must have answered my prayers. i love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i dont have my hopes too high on this. i dont trust the girls to be good tomorrow. so, i have to be prepared, to fight the tuition battle! HaA!!!! go ploy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but speaking of today's class. i have to give the girls credit.. i have no idea y they were so well-behaved today.. ok, well, almost well-behaved. may be it's because i warned them saying i'll report to thier mother of their naughty acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come children are so scared of their mother? would they be frightened too, if i had used their father instead? may be... may be not. i've been thinking, how come most children are more scared of their Moms than their Dads... are men less scary? i have no idea... u see.. when we r young. Dads seem so mild... so harmless. while Moms on the other hand are strict and well, ruthless. remember the times when Moms stand in front of our bedrooms holding a cane, and telling us to stop playing and start doing our homeworks... oh, how i hate that cane! but yea. i guess most of us are like dat. who can say that they fear DAds more than Moms... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yea, i have a question for those brainy ones. answer me pls?! i was walking up the stair to my bedroom yesterday when i come across a dead mosquito. it was lying on the stairs. its body was all intact(i took the time to inspect it k?). so i was thinking... since mosquito can only live for 3 days. will it just die suddenly? or grow old and die like us, human? if the mosquito die suddenly, then would it just die while flying. that would be pretty sad isn't? like, let's say u r flying one day, and than u decide to head for a human to get your dinner.. u're feeling estatic because u can finally feed yourself.. but then suddenly u just sort of 'switched off'? i was thinking. this is so sad. its like u died of an accident without even having to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, well that was just a thought. i wasn't think straight. i know what u guys are going to tell me,&lt;br /&gt;"ploy, that's so you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110856143574201410?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110856143574201410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110856143574201410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110856143574201410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110856143574201410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-getting-betterppl.html' title='it&apos;s getting better,ppl!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110848319287606819</id><published>2005-02-16T13:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:27:24.676+07:00</updated><title type='text'>children, i cant seem to understand them!?</title><content type='html'>after teaching the two girls for only two days, i've come to realise how tough it is to be an educator. how can two little human being be capable of creating so much headach?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i would hereby like to express my gratitude towards all the teachers who have put much effort into guiding me. i know i have wasted a generous amount of your precious energy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching the two girls seriously worked the last of my nerves! perhaps i cant totally blame them. they are very young and being taught in thier own home exposes them to temptations... to think that the comfort of their beds and the fun they can have from playing toys is just up the stairs.. if it was me, i would have lose my concentrationg too... let alone those kids... with little, almost none concentration at all.the 9 year old ,Tammy, wasn't bad. at least she does her home works. but the 7 years old Angie was just too much! she doesn't think before she answers my question... she is lazy to do her homework... she doesnt even make eye contact wiht me?! that's like the limit! how can u talk to someone without keeping eye contact?! i know she's a little girl... but being young doesn't give her the right to have no manners?! And she came from a well-to-do family... having manners should be the top priority, isn't it? i feel like a bad tutor. everyday, okey, for the last two days, i taught them nothing but NOUNS, VERB and little ADJECTIVES. i was also suppose to teach them chinese. but they refused to pay attention. Urrrgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think all this comes down to attention span. they just have very little of it. the thing that seems to make it worst is that.. the tuition last for 3 hours a day, for an 18 year-old like me... i have to admit, having to go through 3 hours of class in the morning, is like walking through a living hell. so i guess it is not surprising that i find it tough to teach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i figured i will try to feed them with as much knowledge as possible so as not to get myself fired at the end of this five days.. (the girls' mother said this is a trial period, so if the girls and i go well together... then i can continue to teach them).. i hope at the end of this tuition thing with me, the girls will gain something. really, i'm not kidding. i know that it's not a very ME thing to say. but yea, i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, this tuition thing... although it's giving me hell of a time... it pays well u know?it turns out the girls' mom is not the stingy type. the pay is good considering my little or, well, no experience at all! the amount? hmm... i wish not to disclose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110848319287606819?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110848319287606819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110848319287606819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110848319287606819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110848319287606819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/children-i-cant-seem-to-understand.html' title='children, i cant seem to understand them!?'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110848266946920726</id><published>2005-02-15T13:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T22:51:09.473+07:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day. i feel nothin.</title><content type='html'>lonely on valentine's day, what a cruel world!?&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people say being boyfriend-less on valentine's day is a girl's worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;i beg to differ, people! being Friend-less on valentine's day is worst!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those loving souls in singapore who never failed to shower me with gifts and chocolates on valentine's day&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Chuan Yan&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Shanhui&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Jeannie&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Kim chuan&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; and alot of people whom i failed to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u guys! happy valentine's day yea?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110848266946920726?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110848266946920726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110848266946920726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110848266946920726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110848266946920726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day-i-feel-nothin.html' title='valentine&apos;s day. i feel nothin.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110848243827810535</id><published>2005-02-15T06:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T22:47:18.280+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuition... the unspeakable torture.</title><content type='html'>it goes without saying. tuitoring is a tormenting job. tired, tIrEd, TIRED... especially if you are teaching children aged below 12. Kids, they have even shorter attention span than those of Monkeys'! tough job just telling them what to do, let alone teaching them. i can't even think of what to type now... i can't seem to think right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those little brain-cells murderers!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110848243827810535?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110848243827810535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110848243827810535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110848243827810535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110848243827810535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/tuition-unspeakable-torture.html' title='tuition... the unspeakable torture.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110821912317222637</id><published>2005-02-13T12:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T21:38:43.173+07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoo hoo!!!</title><content type='html'>yep, ppl! i finally completed all the entrance exams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the last exam... didnt look forward to it at all as it's the most difficult and important wan of all... it's the wan that determines if i can get into CHULALONGKORN UNI, my first choice uni.  unfortunately... i figured there's very little hope i can score well for this exam (its called ACT). there was not enough time!? i couldnt complete any of the sections on time?!&lt;br /&gt;the 1st sections wasnt bad.. i managed to complete 72 out of 75 questions... but for the other section, the reading section.. something like MCQ comprehension... horrible horrible horrible! argh.. its so frustrating when u hear the invigilater going, " pls put ur pencils time. time's up everyone!" i just want to breack the skinny bones of the invigilater's and fry them till its  crisp brown, ready to serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of it now... i didnt see this feeling of relief coming until after the exam itself. i didnt noe y.. may be i was too occupied with other things... like what to wear for the exam?... wad shoes would suit the clothes i've chosen?... wad i want to have for breakfast this morning?... would i be able to see any eye-candy at the test centre? (i did see one cute guy, by the way)...hehee... i'm so so vain! cant help it... a girl has got to have some vain thoughts to make her WHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, forget about the exam.. its over.. i've other things to tend to.  good news ppl?!&lt;br /&gt;there is actually someone out there who wants me to teach thier kids! i'm going to start teaching girls, age 9 and 7 this monday onwards.. 3 hours everyday for the whole of next week. for me, i'm quite looking forward to it. but also fear that the girls and i will not like each other... i hope that doesnt happen.&lt;br /&gt;EHEM!  i also hope that girls' mom pays me well (i didnt tell her the fees, i couldnt gauge). it better be good money! i looking forward to spending this money on a GUESS? skirt... its on sale, an end-of-season-sale. if she doesnt pay enough... i'll hav to wait for the next end-of-season sale! that's far too long! its gona kill me in the long run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i guess i've got to go.. need to recharge my almost empty batterry... woke up so early, feeling abit ditzZzy now... gd nite ppl?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110821912317222637?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110821912317222637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110821912317222637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110821912317222637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110821912317222637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/whoo-hoo.html' title='whoo hoo!!!'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110804757086806112</id><published>2005-02-11T13:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:05:49.176+07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the latecomers</title><content type='html'>hahha! i dont mean to scold these people whom i'm gona mention or what so ever. i just couldnt come up with a more suitable title for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well any way... these r the people who made my wish-less birthday a little more tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latecomer #1&lt;br /&gt;name---&gt; sister&lt;br /&gt;time---&gt;i have no idea... i saw the msg in the early hours of the following morning.&lt;br /&gt;thank you note---&gt; i'm quite surprised u msged to say happy birthday.but thank you for&lt;br /&gt;making my 'birthday-smile' last a day longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latecomer #2&lt;br /&gt;name---&gt; shan hui&lt;br /&gt;time---&gt; the next day&lt;br /&gt;thank you note--&gt; thank you so much for not forgetting my birthday. ur meant msg meant a&lt;br /&gt;whole lot to me now that i'm alone in thailand. thank you so much for&lt;br /&gt;caring... thank you so much for making my 'music' worth facing. love u so&lt;br /&gt;much for just being u....muacks?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's it for this year's 18th birthday. whoa, 18! dats a big number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking on the 'dim' side: i'm an OLD teenager&lt;br /&gt;looking on the 'bright' side: i'm a YOUNG adult. [:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110804757086806112?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110804757086806112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110804757086806112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110804757086806112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110804757086806112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-latecomers.html' title='all the latecomers'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110804641508421445</id><published>2005-02-11T12:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T21:40:15.083+07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping....bitter sweet.</title><content type='html'>because i have nothing to do in thailand, all i ever did was to just walk around town... &lt;br /&gt;so of cos, when i have the money all i ever think of is shopping shopping shopping?!&lt;br /&gt;shopping brings a lot of joy to my life... but i figured its a temperary thing..&lt;br /&gt;u only feel happy when:&lt;br /&gt;1---&gt; u hold on to the shopping bags, containing whatever u have bought.&lt;br /&gt;2---&gt;when u open it up to see when u r at home.&lt;br /&gt;3---&gt; when u wear/use it for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's it. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u will feel sad in several occasions:&lt;br /&gt;1---&gt;when u have to weigh the consequences of buying the stuff that u want.&lt;br /&gt;2---&gt;when u have to fork out the money to buy the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;3---&gt;when u hand the money over to the cashier. (thats the cruel-est thing a girl has to do?!)&lt;br /&gt;4---&gt;when people ask u how much the stuff is worth.&lt;br /&gt;5---&gt;when people said that the stuff u bought does not suit u.(u just want to kill that person    &lt;br /&gt;          and skin him/her alive)&lt;br /&gt;6---&gt;when the stuff is not new to u anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess the sad part of shopping just ruled out the happy ones. but still, the joy u experience when u get to own new things is just so overwhelming somethimes.  so, i figured there is no doubt people still love shopping (especially girls) , it is definitely irrisistable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way.. as i was saying, i shopped while walking in town today.&lt;br /&gt;preety preety things i bought with my ever so little money :&lt;br /&gt;1) a pair of BEAUTIFUL earring---&gt; 300 bath&lt;br /&gt;2)a pair of  IRRISISTABLE shoes---&gt;320 bath&lt;br /&gt;3)a PREEEETY little dress---&gt;280 bath&lt;br /&gt;4)a 3/4 pants by MORGAN---&gt;1130bath(70% discount ppl?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent a total 2030 bath... i guess.  BITTER SWEET?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110804641508421445?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110804641508421445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110804641508421445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110804641508421445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110804641508421445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/shoppingbitter-sweet.html' title='shopping....bitter sweet.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110804929494812719</id><published>2005-02-10T22:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:28:14.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/640/plopsies%20007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/3517/320/plopsies%20007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new hair-do... be prepared people!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110804929494812719?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110804929494812719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110804929494812719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110804929494812719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110804929494812719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-hair-do.html' title=''/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110771060277833608</id><published>2005-02-07T15:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T00:23:22.786+07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays with very little wishes</title><content type='html'>6th feb, my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt feel like it.... i can practically count with my fingers, the number of ppl who had wished me happy birthday. i'm quite saddened by it, but cant help it. i didnt tell anybody, or remind anybody that its my birthday. .. so i guess i seriously love those who wished me happy birthay to bits... u made my day guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sunshines:&lt;br /&gt;1--- E lek&lt;br /&gt;        time---&gt;last night&lt;br /&gt;        thank U note---&gt; u were the first to wish me happi birthday... thank U so much for the &lt;br /&gt;                                       cake. And thank U for the adidas shirt birthday offer.   i love U!!!&lt;br /&gt;2---&gt; J pai&lt;br /&gt;          time---&gt; 9++ pm&lt;br /&gt;          thank u note---&gt; had it not been for u, the trip to ayuthaya today may be a total bore.   &lt;br /&gt;                                         thank U for puttin up with my utter nonsense... and just wishing me a&lt;br /&gt;                                         happi birthday and a megawatt smile. love u!!&lt;br /&gt;3---&gt; Adrian Teo&lt;br /&gt;           time---&gt; just now&lt;br /&gt;           thank U note---&gt; didnt think u'd remember. but thank you yea?u made me smile after a &lt;br /&gt;                                           long "wish-less" day. thank u for puttin up with my ever so irritating   &lt;br /&gt;                                           insults. (.". )dont over think worldly stuff yea? sometimes&lt;br /&gt;                                           its very simple.&lt;br /&gt;4---&gt; Jeannie Tan&lt;br /&gt;           time---&gt; just now&lt;br /&gt;           thank U note---&gt;   thank u for putting up with my ridiculous stories and nonsencical&lt;br /&gt;                                             thoughts. thank U for caring. thank U for tokking to me till very late &lt;br /&gt;                                             and risk going to work late tml.thank U soooo much for jus being&lt;br /&gt;                                             there... love U to bits!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;okey... i better sleep now.. if not i'll have sleep attacks tml. its not normal for a person to have sleep attacks while walking in town. "can u imagine that??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110771060277833608?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110771060277833608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110771060277833608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110771060277833608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110771060277833608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/birthdays-with-very-little-wishes.html' title='birthdays with very little wishes'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110761101673014177</id><published>2005-02-06T11:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:43:36.730+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my father... a stranger?</title><content type='html'>i have never been close to my father.... my parents r divorced, thank GOD! i cant imagine havin to live with both my parents. i can only handle one at a time,please! while studying in s'pore. i only see him like twice a year, and very little phone calls. so, u can say that we r practically strangers... he doesnt even get my age correct. i dont blame him... i do sometimes feel sad about our relationship. we were closer when i was young. but growing up made things seemed so much more complicated.  make me see the bad side of ppl more clearly. like;&lt;br /&gt;1--- how my mother's side of family dont seem to like my father very much. &lt;br /&gt;2--- my father's attitude towards life.(his attitude's not BAD.. it just doesnt agree with mine)&lt;br /&gt;3--- the manupilative side of my father&lt;br /&gt;4--- his not-so-convincing 'father-daughter' talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this things make me lose faith in him.i dont believe what he says now adays.  like how much he had been through to send me to s'pore to study, and how, had it not been for him, i wouldnt have the chance to study in s'pore at all. all this, i tried to be a gd daughter and just listen quietly.but in side, i knew that it was all because of my mother dat i got to study in s'pore. my father didnt even pay for my school fees when i was studying in thailand. let alone pay for the overwhelming s'pore exspenses. onli in the last fews years dat he decided to pay for me n my sis's school fees. he only provided expenses for my brother, one of the THREE children.  i try to get as much money from my father as possible so as to lessen my mom's burden. i sound like a filial daughter.but really, there's only so much a woman can do to provide for her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it is not surprising that our relationship is based on money. money money money... all those phonecalls made... was to remind him to send money over.   even now, back in thailand, whenever i go to visit him. there is bound to be some money issue,  i will always have to ask money from him.   i dont blame him now for thinking that i want nothing from him but money....  i seriously, now that i'm living off my aunty... i have to depend on myself?! i cant jus eat off my aunt ,can i? i have to buy neccessities, bras, undies, clothes, facial cream and wadever not.  he would often tell me to scrimp and save to buy wadever thing i want to buy... i try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said he would rebuild his home to make place for a room for me. i dont believe dat day will come. he said he will transfer my monthly money in to my account, i dont believe he will do that till i obey all his commandments.  he said he will return the exam fees tmr, i dont believe it till i see it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may sound harsh... but as much as i love my father... there is a part(very small part) of me that wished he will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110761101673014177?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110761101673014177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110761101673014177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110761101673014177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110761101673014177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-father-stranger.html' title='my father... a stranger?'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10636197.post-110758724396746388</id><published>2005-02-06T05:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T14:07:23.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>decided to kill time writing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;had been tinking of starting my own blog for a long time but didnt get the chance to start on one becos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;1!---- there wasnt a computer at my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;2!---- if there's no computer.. let alone internet connetions right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;3!---- i didnt think my life was THAT interesting to be published online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;but now, since there's a computer at my house already.... y not give it a try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;i use to complain about stuff like school, A mom  who doesnt stop nagging, An irritating sis who just cant shut her mouth, not having enough time for self analysis, not having enouhg time to just sit and stare into space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Now, i have all the time in the world, its nauseating.like in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;case1: staying at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;doing nothing with my time at home seemed to be an offence. so if i stay at home, i'm bound to be instructed, no, the word is command, to do housework. vacumming,mopping, wiping the windows, dish washing, watering the ever so green(ugly colour) plants, walking the ever so irritaing dog... u name it!   i wouldnt mind doing it if the house is small, and the dog is cute. but the house.... the houde is not big... its just seemed to take so long to clean up the whole entire place?!  i better slim down after all those work... if not... if not.... wad can i do? go on a strike?!  "preety unlikely huh?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;case 2: going to my uncle's hairdressing salon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;if i go to my uncle's, i'd probably go to town from there. THen, i'll spend all my afternoon just walking aimlessly around town, window shopping, alone.  if not, i'll just catch a movie or something.. to kill time....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;its been like that for the pass month. every single day... no change. i'm getting numbed. and the bad news is.. its gonna be like this for the next wad?! 2 to 6 months, till uni opens.(depends on which uni i enter.)  i spend everyday alone... pathetic? but i guess i kind of gotton use to this feeling.. very quiet, very nice... to have friends sometimes will be gd.. at least u have somewan to oggle at cute guys on the streets with. "shan hui, i miss u!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;speaking of cute guys.. its so hard to see them on the streets now adays, its like they  disappeared?! not onli cute guys... even GOod looking wans are gone too. where r they hiding? do i sound like a deprived woman... but seriously.. a girl has GOT to have some visual entertainment once in a while...  so will some guys just be kind enough to walk on the streets and&lt;/span&gt; look irrisistably cute?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10636197-110758724396746388?l=plopsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/feeds/110758724396746388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10636197&amp;postID=110758724396746388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110758724396746388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10636197/posts/default/110758724396746388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plopsies.blogspot.com/2005/02/decided-to-kill-time-writing.html' title='decided to kill time writing.'/><author><name>pLoPsiEs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01328684821164073880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
