<?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-32443520</id><updated>2011-11-24T01:26:23.099+08:00</updated><category term='favourite'/><category term='Update'/><category term='travel'/><category term='events'/><category term='dj auditions'/><category term='school'/><category term='personal'/><category term='news'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='movies'/><category term='cell group'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>peytang</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>559</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-6447969269022947100</id><published>2011-11-24T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T01:26:23.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Pampering time</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really hectic few weeks and I hope everyone has been doing well.&lt;br /&gt;So it's already mid November and here is another blog post from me because finally I've done something that I think is worth blogging. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally after a super long time, I met up with my lovely girl - Lidia Lim - who I've not seen in over a year! So glad to see her again and as usual when we're together, we like to live the "atas" (high) life. So we decided to pamper ourselves with some manicures and pedicures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went for the gel nails with extension in a french nail style and it cost $115 which I would think is not that bad considering (unfortunately removal of gel nails is $40) but I would think it's worth the $115 she spent because it turned out super nice.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPStbEoQN8Y/Ts0quvNVukI/AAAAAAAACdc/UrPSjGCB2kY/s1600/IMG_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPStbEoQN8Y/Ts0quvNVukI/AAAAAAAACdc/UrPSjGCB2kY/s320/IMG_1862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678241687618828866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go with a classic pedicure because this would be my first time doing it. It was an awesome first time.. they soaked my feet in warm water, exfoliate my feet, salt scrubbed my legs, moisturized and massaged my leg then painted my nails. They were really thorough with the pedicure and removal of cuticles and shaping and I honestly thought that it was worth the $40&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JUWFHbdC_yw/Ts0r5ovWlTI/AAAAAAAACdo/p2tJZW6B1rk/s1600/IMG_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JUWFHbdC_yw/Ts0r5ovWlTI/AAAAAAAACdo/p2tJZW6B1rk/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678242974372631858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually was thinking of doing some nail art for my toes but then I thought since Christmas was around the corner I'll just do the nail art for Christmas. And now I regret not doing the mani+pedi combo for $60 but then it's okay, I'll just do that for Christmas as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a very good experience :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Nailz Spa @ Roxy Square.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-6447969269022947100?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/6447969269022947100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=6447969269022947100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6447969269022947100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6447969269022947100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/11/pampering-time.html' title='Pampering time'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPStbEoQN8Y/Ts0quvNVukI/AAAAAAAACdc/UrPSjGCB2kY/s72-c/IMG_1862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-6556630162194658509</id><published>2011-10-11T05:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T05:15:58.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>Hey there everybody! So it's 5.10am here in Singapore and I haven't slept the entire day. It's been going on this way for so many days now and this is irritating me because when I was trying to cramp on some last minute revision for my exams, I would beg the heavens for some sleep time but now when my exams are over it's as if the heavens find it as a practical joke to be keeping me up this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I've been staying up watching TV shows or watching some videos on youtube that I've basically watched all the videos of the people I've subscribed to. Haha. Right now I'm only starting to get tired but in an hour I've gotta get up and get ready for school so like WTF right? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially tonight, I couldn't sleep because I'm feeling really spooked out by the new trailer of Paranormal Activities 3. When you thought that there can't possibly be another prequel, well you're wrong and they're becoming a lot more bolder with their trailers because when you're home at 1-2am in the morning and everyone else is asleep but you're not, watching a trailer with a small girl that's jumping off the second story of her house to the first floor then immediately running up the stairs to do it all over again, isn't a sight you wanna see. Then there's another scene but I'm getting scared just thinking about it so I'm not going to type it out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being completely freaked out I can't sleep because my house is a really Chinese house and it's got like windows everywhere and like reflective surfaces everywhere so I'm just forcing myself to sit here and not move out of this spot unnecessarily. Urgh, I'm so sick and tired of not being able to have proper sleep in this house. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm just updating because as it's obvious to everyone, I'm awake and can't go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm gonna get back my exam papers on Friday so it's like the time when I'll find out whether I've passed my exams or not so I'm hoping for the best but if it doesn't happen then I'm sure God has another plan for me and I'm hoping it's in sync with the plans I have for myself. Yup, that's all I've gotta say. I'll update you guys again once I've gotten my papers back then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-6556630162194658509?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/6556630162194658509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=6556630162194658509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6556630162194658509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6556630162194658509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/10/insomnia.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-107266986032804928</id><published>2011-09-28T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T01:50:50.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Exam Blues</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! So my exams are finally over which means I get to relax and cut down on the excessive worrying and late night studying :D But, I have to go back to school for math and only math so technically I didn't get that sunshine after the storm. Since A levels for Math is in November, I'm just going to tolerate the excruciating math lessons which are like 2 hours, 3 hours A DAY! Gah *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I'm doing well you guys and I'm pretty excited in getting to know my results and how I did. I'm praying for the best but if it doesn't work out I'm sure God has a better plan for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short story to tell you guys, the other day I went for my first day at my new job and even before I could start work, I sprained my ankle. Goodness, it was epic -.-&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down the hallway while texting Stephanie because she was supposed to come work with me and Lisa but she didn't. So, while texting, I misjudged the distance of the step so I twisted my ankle both ways before I fell to the ground laughing because of the sharp pain in my ankle. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, that's all I've gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;YTV is up :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-107266986032804928?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/107266986032804928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=107266986032804928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/107266986032804928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/107266986032804928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/09/exam-blues.html' title='Exam Blues'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-1522866330301625698</id><published>2011-08-27T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:28:17.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Everyone needs a little sunshine</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I know it's been a few weeks since I've posted something but school has just been hectic! And so many things have been happening recently that I haven't had the time to myself to sit down and write something. So thank God for wifi and a smart phone, so I'm just going to write a short update.&lt;br /&gt;School has been like one roller coaster ride and the hectic world has come when the exams are just round the corner and teachers are in some ways bombardin you with work and on the other hard not giving you enough practice because we need time to study for our exams and they need time to prepare the wretched thing for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been missing work deadlines which is bad and the inability to keep up with the days are starting to take over. I really need time to sit down and get some revision done cuz I cannot screw this year up.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe during some weekends I'll force myself to go to the library and actually study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thank God for this rest period and somewhat study break because today is voting day, then it's Sunday, monday's a school holiday because of today, Tuesday is hari rays so that's another public holiday, Wednesday is GP exam, Thursday is teacher's day celebration and Friday is teachers day.. And after that it's one whole week of break before the exams.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks to prepare for exams! God.. Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I've been good so far, school's good, relationships are fine and the world is just one blob of misery. But even through all that, we should always put a smile on our faces because once the universe realizes that it can't tear you down, there's nothing you can't do in life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's my update. I hope you guys have an awesome week ahead!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna buy myself a sandwich now &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-1522866330301625698?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/1522866330301625698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=1522866330301625698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1522866330301625698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1522866330301625698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/08/everyone-needs-little-sunshine.html' title='Everyone needs a little sunshine'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-1329627042615693868</id><published>2011-08-16T12:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:51:06.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;5th of August&lt;/b&gt; was a very special day for me because it marked the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1st year anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of Sanjeev and I.&lt;br /&gt;It was a big day for us because we've finally made it this far and managed to tolerate each other's bullshit and nonsense and survive the other end! HAHA. Shows a lot about us, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to go watch Harry Potter like finally (&lt;i&gt;we still haven't watched it till now &amp;amp; I think they're not showing it in theaters anymore -.-&lt;/i&gt;) however the movie had to be cancelled because he had other plans for our anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was a Friday, I had to go to school and he came to pick me up after school. From school he sent me home first so that I could get ready and he went home to get ready as well.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening he picked me up again and we drove to some deserted and construction filled place along North Buona Vista Rd. Heard of hidden treasure? Well, the small "food-village" was definitely a hidden treasure in that area. The place was beautifully peaceful and such a perfect place. We ate at this place called "&lt;b&gt;R&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;AST&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJJiBhBUtks/TknuM1N7UOI/AAAAAAAACcc/zMrWgc7P-T4/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJJiBhBUtks/TknuM1N7UOI/AAAAAAAACcc/zMrWgc7P-T4/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641301912469590242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iXykjltbFQ/TknuMgSL3CI/AAAAAAAACcU/htwk57Fb7kU/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iXykjltbFQ/TknuMgSL3CI/AAAAAAAACcU/htwk57Fb7kU/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641301906850307106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-14yHZYY9U9A/TknuMVn2ONI/AAAAAAAACcM/SofD4OUaAHw/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-14yHZYY9U9A/TknuMVn2ONI/AAAAAAAACcM/SofD4OUaAHw/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641301903988373714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food they had was somewhat of a fusion of western? IDK.. All I know is the place was real posh and their food was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTRTXDMRHXQ/TknxeIRKJ1I/AAAAAAAACc0/Mw16j1imV9A/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTRTXDMRHXQ/TknxeIRKJ1I/AAAAAAAACc0/Mw16j1imV9A/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641305508176078674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAcA-h8EstY/Tknxd4k1FbI/AAAAAAAACcs/lk4YV3SFbLA/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAcA-h8EstY/Tknxd4k1FbI/AAAAAAAACcs/lk4YV3SFbLA/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641305503963616690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMmZ0TgLa4/TknxdidLGoI/AAAAAAAACck/5iOozkzVo8g/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMmZ0TgLa4/TknxdidLGoI/AAAAAAAACck/5iOozkzVo8g/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641305498025925250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, Sanjeev got me a present &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07qfERbRRl0/TknynkNqiwI/AAAAAAAACc8/w5Kq2iS0WxA/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07qfERbRRl0/TknynkNqiwI/AAAAAAAACc8/w5Kq2iS0WxA/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641306769808067330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So when you thought the night couldn't get any better, Sanjeev brought me to another destination. We've never been there before so can you imagine the number of times we made the wrong move and got lost? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;But in the end we manage to find the place and it's "&lt;b&gt;Altitude&lt;/b&gt;" at One Raffles Place. So it wasn't like anything we thought it'll be. Turned out... it was a club; with a breath-taking view of Singapore.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0IKhEByaK4U/Tkn0BylSkdI/AAAAAAAACdU/4vcpuTNZe_Y/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0IKhEByaK4U/Tkn0BylSkdI/AAAAAAAACdU/4vcpuTNZe_Y/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641308319853482450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AG10HibaOYE/Tkn0BneT8FI/AAAAAAAACdM/OAuItVo5Enw/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AG10HibaOYE/Tkn0BneT8FI/AAAAAAAACdM/OAuItVo5Enw/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641308316871422034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gpQi5H1TpGY/Tkn0BUV9VMI/AAAAAAAACdE/vvnz_IDuP74/s1600/DSC_0091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gpQi5H1TpGY/Tkn0BUV9VMI/AAAAAAAACdE/vvnz_IDuP74/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641308311736112322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view was amazing and the whole night was magical :D&lt;br /&gt;less than three. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-1329627042615693868?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/1329627042615693868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=1329627042615693868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1329627042615693868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1329627042615693868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-1.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJJiBhBUtks/TknuM1N7UOI/AAAAAAAACcc/zMrWgc7P-T4/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-5433455889347732339</id><published>2011-08-16T11:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:59:58.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>R&amp;B Night</title><content type='html'>Heyyyyy! How's everyone doing? I'm doing swell actually. (&lt;i&gt;and maybe somewhat literally&lt;/i&gt;) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just the other day I finally went to the clubs after a super long time! (&lt;i&gt;It's just been 3 months&lt;/i&gt;) ok honestly when I found out it's just been 3 months I felt kinda stupid cuz like.. I'm actually not a hardcore clubbing sort (&lt;i&gt;contrary to popular belief&lt;/i&gt;) and I don't really fancy the deafening noise, sweaty people, stench of smoke and alcohol, but somehow that day I just had to be in all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a real fun night because there were no incidents, fights, drunks, and it was all just pure enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the clubs with Sanjeev, Stephanie, Lisa, Vikknesan, Narindren, Fariz (and some of their friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dioee9RgNhQ/TknpaPvTvqI/AAAAAAAACb0/AJnzTVwDQ9g/s1600/292448_10150266488779263_609664262_7818422_3709070_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dioee9RgNhQ/TknpaPvTvqI/AAAAAAAACb0/AJnzTVwDQ9g/s320/292448_10150266488779263_609664262_7818422_3709070_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641296645369085602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mD_qDbD9yQo/TknpZxomFoI/AAAAAAAACbs/TPIqLShe2bc/s1600/292008_10150266489104263_609664262_7818425_7147936_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mD_qDbD9yQo/TknpZxomFoI/AAAAAAAACbs/TPIqLShe2bc/s320/292008_10150266489104263_609664262_7818425_7147936_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641296637287863938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPpv5LQTkXQ/TknpZ__c5TI/AAAAAAAACbk/88_ba4ty8-o/s1600/281713_10150266486484263_609664262_7818379_52650_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPpv5LQTkXQ/TknpZ__c5TI/AAAAAAAACbk/88_ba4ty8-o/s320/281713_10150266486484263_609664262_7818379_52650_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641296641141826866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lv1Lc3R3WHg/TknpZsOijDI/AAAAAAAACbc/Ynwk1AgZWgg/s1600/262568_10150266488719263_609664262_7818421_36157_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lv1Lc3R3WHg/TknpZsOijDI/AAAAAAAACbc/Ynwk1AgZWgg/s320/262568_10150266488719263_609664262_7818421_36157_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641296635836402738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gv96aEN1i30/TknpZVXNLUI/AAAAAAAACbU/SQV9-ifOl88/s1600/223698_10150266486649263_609664262_7818383_2921961_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gv96aEN1i30/TknpZVXNLUI/AAAAAAAACbU/SQV9-ifOl88/s320/223698_10150266486649263_609664262_7818383_2921961_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641296629698735426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99snsQlmeDY/Tknpr5gsflI/AAAAAAAACcE/6TMMc1HqPCk/s1600/294503_10150266490094263_609664262_7818435_7847956_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99snsQlmeDY/Tknpr5gsflI/AAAAAAAACcE/6TMMc1HqPCk/s320/294503_10150266490094263_609664262_7818435_7847956_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641296948639858258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUZy97y-kz0/Tknpr8iKP8I/AAAAAAAACb8/tSwtUXjJ-Sk/s1600/292153_10150266485469263_609664262_7818368_4472118_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUZy97y-kz0/Tknpr8iKP8I/AAAAAAAACb8/tSwtUXjJ-Sk/s320/292153_10150266485469263_609664262_7818368_4472118_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641296949451308994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is one of my post. I think it's a start of a new series.. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-5433455889347732339?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/5433455889347732339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=5433455889347732339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5433455889347732339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5433455889347732339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/08/r-night.html' title='R&amp;B Night'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dioee9RgNhQ/TknpaPvTvqI/AAAAAAAACb0/AJnzTVwDQ9g/s72-c/292448_10150266488779263_609664262_7818422_3709070_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-2023079604224901666</id><published>2011-07-13T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:53:30.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>can i just give up?</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's only been the third day since school reopened.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally worn out,&lt;br /&gt;Physically exhausted,&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to really delight me or make me laugh as how I used to.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, at most times I just smile to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is real emo, but I'm really just drained.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like sleeping and hope by the time I wake up everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;The little things that used to delight me don't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And the smallest things irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;Words hurt me more than they did before and frustration just takes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost appetite to eat,&lt;br /&gt;I've lost all hope,&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my heart.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bstCtLT6EF8/Th2VMCdXQ0I/AAAAAAAACbM/TcfQbKdJkPQ/s1600/depressed_by_firefo0x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bstCtLT6EF8/Th2VMCdXQ0I/AAAAAAAACbM/TcfQbKdJkPQ/s320/depressed_by_firefo0x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628819143333987138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-2023079604224901666?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/2023079604224901666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=2023079604224901666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2023079604224901666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2023079604224901666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/07/can-i-just-give-up.html' title='can i just give up?'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bstCtLT6EF8/Th2VMCdXQ0I/AAAAAAAACbM/TcfQbKdJkPQ/s72-c/depressed_by_firefo0x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-3162480916033461860</id><published>2011-07-05T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:50:21.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been updating for a couple of weeks and I'm way overdue on my Bintan Trip vlog.. It's just that instead of doing my vlog and my exams, I ended up contracting stomach flu.&lt;br /&gt;What are the bloody odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up with this internal disease which hindered me from doing anything much because every few seconds I'll be running to the bathroom or whatever and the feeling really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I haven't been doing my video but hopefully once I'm better I'll do it for you guys alright because I really can't wait to share with you guys my trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-3162480916033461860?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/3162480916033461860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=3162480916033461860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3162480916033461860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3162480916033461860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-know-i-havent-been-updating-for.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-1338970641092882952</id><published>2011-06-17T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T12:07:56.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>Hey people.. I decided to change my blog's template again because apparently the previous one, although super nice, ended up being a bitch cuz the person who made the template didn't have enough bandwidth to support her pictures so the entire blog just became nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heads up to the girl who made the template because it was beautiful that's why I changed my template to a simpler one but also under the same girl who made the template for the previous one I used.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Do I make any sense? If I don't just get the gist which is &lt;u&gt;I changed my template again &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I've decided to make a vlog on my trip because it's surely gonna be long overdue thanks to my exams that are arriving, so if I write it, it just wouldn't make sense and way too long to cramp in one post. So I think a vlog will limit me to the things I say and if it's taking too long I can always edit away the unnecessary stories. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I wont have time to do a vlog cuz I need to study, and get the photos, set everything in order and... Goodness, I have so many things to do but when I describe it, it seems like insignificant things that I'm occupying myself with. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically that's all I wanted to say (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-1338970641092882952?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/1338970641092882952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=1338970641092882952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1338970641092882952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1338970641092882952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/06/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-7295796970318963604</id><published>2011-06-14T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:12:16.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>I'm back!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody! I just found out that my new blog template isn't compatible on mobile so it's best that you just view it on your computers okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, what I actually wanted to say was, I'M BACK FROM BINTAN!! oh goodness, the journey that I went through was really a trip worth remembering, seriously. No two words about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk, I wa thinking of typing out the entire thing but I'm afraid it's gonna be too damn long and boring to read. Obviously I'll put photos up as well! But I was thinking if it would be better if I did a video blog about my trip.. Wouldn't that be more jnteresting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you guys tell me what you would prefer me do (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-7295796970318963604?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/7295796970318963604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=7295796970318963604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7295796970318963604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7295796970318963604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-6839386260044437803</id><published>2011-05-30T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:04:39.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dj auditions'/><title type='text'>So do you want to be a radio DJ?</title><content type='html'>On &lt;u&gt;Sunday (yesterday) 29th may 2011&lt;/u&gt;, I woke up real early because I was so excited to go for my first audition after Singapore Idol. Yes, for those of you who didn't know I did audition for it and I will mention again that Tabitha Nausser was the person standing in front of me in the line.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the audition that I went for this time was "&lt;b&gt;Do You Want To Be A Radio DJ&lt;/b&gt;" that was held at Orchard Central. The radio station I auditioned for was 98.7 FM. There were other radio stations such as Ria, Oli, and 93.3.&lt;br /&gt;I went with Ardini who also took part in the auditions. In the queue we made new friends; Olivia, Sonia, Andrea, and Vanessa. We stood in the queue together for &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;6 WHOLE HOURS!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; oh my goodness, I swear it was such a drag standing in line. Halfway through the queue, we just gave up standing and sat on the floor. Ardini even fell asleep cuz she hasn't slept the night. While we were sitting on the floor, Divian from 98.7 was hosting and he mentioned us to the entire crowd! Hahaha!! Told the crowd about Ardini sleeping also!&lt;br /&gt;So at 630pm we finally managed to register and honestly, all our energy was already drained out from the standing and the waiting, I was worried I wouldn't have any energy left during the interview.&lt;br /&gt;Ardini and Olivia got Shan and Rozz as their interviewers and they came out saying that they looked extremely tired and were kind of rushing the interview. But thank God I got a different room an with different interviewers. My interviewers were Divian and Georgina (&lt;i&gt;98.7's production manager&lt;/i&gt;) and they seemed fresh and all that. The only question I got was "&lt;i&gt;tell us about yourself&lt;/i&gt;" so hopefully I managed to sum myself up like typing in twitter with 160 words LOL!&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it was a good sign that they laughed and so it was less stressful. I actually went in without being nervous. Maybe because Devian's voice was just too sexy but you know.... Whatever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the grueling wait and the 3 minute interview (&lt;i&gt;which I honestly felt like it was a visit to the polyclinic&lt;/i&gt;) Ardini and I went to Far East Plaza to eat at Cahaya.&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;b&gt;SO hungry&lt;/b&gt; but when the food came and we started eating it, we got full halfway through the meal!&lt;br /&gt;After dinner cum lunch, we walked around looking at clothes and honestly, sometimes I get so annoyed with shopping in Singapore because the clothes normally cater to petite, flat chested, skateboard girls (&lt;i&gt;no offense ladies, we're all beautiful in our own ways&lt;/i&gt;) and so it's so hard to find a nice outfit that fits mr but also doesn't make me look fat because of my large chest and hips!&lt;br /&gt;Gah! I wish I had a personal designer who will make clothes for me that fit so stunningly well on my body!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, it was an eventful day and I don't regret going for the auditions although I do agree that they should have held it for 2 days then the DJs would be fresh and the audition would be proper but okay.. Everything is in God's hands ans if I don't make it today, there's always tomorrow because God's plan is still in the process for me &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-6839386260044437803?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/6839386260044437803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=6839386260044437803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6839386260044437803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6839386260044437803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-do-you-want-to-be-radio-dj.html' title='So do you want to be a radio DJ?'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-5871322841417354308</id><published>2011-05-24T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:16:47.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Why is it?</title><content type='html'>So the other day my baby and I were talking on the phone and he asked me, "why don't you blog anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know.. I guess I never had the time or maybe I didn't have the mood to write anything? Or perhaps I just thought life wasn't that interesting to talk about anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I talked about what I did everyday in school, it'll be so mundane and boring that nobody would want to read my blog. But I guess most people aren't reading it anyway because well, I haven't posted anything for months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's just a short update on what's been happening recently.&lt;br /&gt;For me, school's getting better and I'm not getting into as much trouble as I used to and I'm very happy with that. I can cope better now in my year 2 part 2 than I did in part 1. For those of you who don't get it, that's for another blog post. So basically school's been okay.&lt;br /&gt;Until just recently, like a few days ago recently..&lt;br /&gt;Apparently some new hype is happening in my school which is causing mixed feelings amost everybody. Some found it amusing and entertaining, other found it irritating and a waste of time. Most people are more curious than anything and wonder who is the idiot/brave soul/attention seeking loser who did this.&lt;br /&gt;But either way, it's creating a lot of buzz with the students and EVERYONE knows about it... Like the entire student population.&lt;br /&gt;Now a lot of speculation is going around about who is the culprit. Which level this person is from and how he/she knows about the things it spreads. So that's got the school interested for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal life, it's been good cuz friends have been awesome and I managed to hav some quality time with my awesome girls Dian and Thivya the other day after months of not talking to them. But I know they're busy with preparation for A levels and I'm good with that. I wish them all the best and hope they have the confidence in doing well for it as well.&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy's been awesome as well and we're going through an awesome sage in our relationship! We're both very happy so if you think otherwise well... You're wrong fool!! (:&lt;br /&gt;The other day he brought me to watch Fast and Furious 5 (after a super long time of not watching a movie in the cinema.. Then we watched Thor and Pirates of the Caribbean 4 (: it was awesome to finally go out on dates with baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alright you loveable people, that's all the update for now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-5871322841417354308?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/5871322841417354308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=5871322841417354308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5871322841417354308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5871322841417354308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-is-it.html' title='Why is it?'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-2535806912366474380</id><published>2011-02-04T21:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T21:51:15.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Birthday Special</title><content type='html'>I know this is way overdue but like bitch please, I was having way too much fun to bother blogging about it first. But since I'm bored out of my wits now, I'll just do a post on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday (as all of you would know) was on the 28th of Jan &amp; yes, it was a Friday. I already planned to go to school cuz like, I wanted to parade my 19 year old self around right? :D&lt;br /&gt;But Thursday night I received a call from b telling me to pack everything I need &amp; be downstairs, it was 11.30pm. So naturally I rushed into packing all of my stuff &amp; I just grabbed anything to wear and rushed downstairs at 11.45pm. When I got downstairs, he wasn't there yet -.-&lt;br /&gt;He arrived around 11.50pm &amp; we started walking to ECP. He told me that the reason he came all the way down was so that he could be the first person to wish me a happy birthday.. *aww*&lt;br /&gt;At the underpass at 11.58pm Aviellia called &amp; Sanjeev snatched the phone away &amp; told Aviellia that no one is to wish Peyton a happy birthday before him. So he continued talking to her on the phone, when the clock struck 12am Sanjeev turned to me &amp; said, "Happy Birthday baby" THEN he passed the phone to me so that Aviellia could wish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate a really late dinner at Subway and sms &amp; phone calls started streaming in to wish me happy birthday which is so sweet of them (you know to like stay up &amp; all). Wished Chandini a happy birthday as well, cuz like we born on the same day yo! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;After 'dinner' we chilled at the beach and around 130am it showed signs that it was going to rain. Since baby said he wanted to spend the time with me &amp; we had school the next day there was only one place to go, we rented a room until 630am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came out of the toilet, he pulled out a card that he made for me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUv8D5B4PNI/AAAAAAAACYI/1Eudc1OtwXE/s1600/DSCN2803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUv8D5B4PNI/AAAAAAAACYI/1Eudc1OtwXE/s320/DSCN2803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569822507952258258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes he drew that for me! I know, isn't it super nice?! So sweet of him you know &amp; the cutest part was that he wrote everything inside at the last minute before he came down to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so we went to school on Friday and it was great because the class was so sweet to sing me a birthday song. &amp; SiYang was so nice to get me something (M&amp;Ms) and wrote a small note too. Aviellia drew me a card as well &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUv89VpZ1yI/AAAAAAAACYQ/SeusKafEbyw/s1600/DSCN2807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUv89VpZ1yI/AAAAAAAACYQ/SeusKafEbyw/s320/DSCN2807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569823494886774562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and my 09A3 lovelies celebrated my birthday in the cafe after school. So sweet. Oh! Steph &amp; Sarah bought the cake for me &amp; a helium balloon :D That's the first cake in school I've ever gotten in MI. Thanks so much guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went over to baby's place a while to take my dresses and make up that I left there. While I was there, baby gave me another gift &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUv-SHeH_ZI/AAAAAAAACYY/Ifx-S1Wupb0/s1600/DSCN2800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUv-SHeH_ZI/AAAAAAAACYY/Ifx-S1Wupb0/s320/DSCN2800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569824951370251666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's the Charles &amp; Keith bag we saw at Tampines. It's damn nice la please.&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed back home to do some homework. Managed to finish some before meeting baby again downstairs before we were fetched by Haojie to go play pool. Haojie bought me a gift too!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUv_aeJSUuI/AAAAAAAACYg/eT6lTYvZT2s/s1600/DSCN2835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUv_aeJSUuI/AAAAAAAACYg/eT6lTYvZT2s/s320/DSCN2835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569826194407445218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's shades from C&amp;K! OMG, so now I've got heels, sandals, handbag, purse &amp; shades all from C&amp;K. If they started making umbrellas, accessories &amp; clothes I might just start getting them too! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the end of my official birthday... but the party continues because it's TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning till evening was spent completing ALL my homework. Steph &amp; Lisa called me to tell me to come around 9pm &amp; I was like girrrrllll, that's not enough time for me to finish my homework &amp; get ready so I told them I was coming later at 11pm &amp; they almost flipped. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;So I got ready &amp; I found out I was too early. It started to rain like a freaking tsunami &amp; I took my time to come. But even that didn't let me escape from the rain. Reached Steph, Lisa, Scott &amp; his bros &amp; b around 10plus at Clarke Quay.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUwBn9mXdyI/AAAAAAAACY4/kHwBzT9OEkM/s1600/167674_493912313594_737433594_6214486_4628410_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUwBn9mXdyI/AAAAAAAACY4/kHwBzT9OEkM/s320/167674_493912313594_737433594_6214486_4628410_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569828625212471074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUwBnzQQuDI/AAAAAAAACYw/rfmKMH4giPI/s1600/167074_496468404262_609664262_6239508_2045227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUwBnzQQuDI/AAAAAAAACYw/rfmKMH4giPI/s320/167074_496468404262_609664262_6239508_2045227_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569828622435399730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUwBnlmpGuI/AAAAAAAACYo/Vsev_C8O8zo/s1600/165776_496468324262_609664262_6239507_4799699_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUwBnlmpGuI/AAAAAAAACYo/Vsev_C8O8zo/s320/165776_496468324262_609664262_6239507_4799699_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569828618771176162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once everyone was done with drinking &amp; being pissed high, we went into Rebel and had a ball of a time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the clubbing, we walked around awhile, went into some Hindi/Indian club/bar that seriously looked more like a prostitution brothel cuz there were girls (who didn't even look Indian) and they wore those belly-dancer outfits and they danced with really old lonely men.. it was kinda weird and slightly disturbing in a way /: We left there and it was already going to be 7am. B, Steph, Lisa &amp; I rented a room for a couple of hours just to crash. Steph &amp; Lisa went back first while b &amp; I left at 930am. We got a cab and he sent me home first before the two of us completely knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that completed my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-2535806912366474380?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/2535806912366474380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=2535806912366474380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2535806912366474380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2535806912366474380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-special.html' title='Birthday Special'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TUv8D5B4PNI/AAAAAAAACYI/1Eudc1OtwXE/s72-c/DSCN2803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-9018294093396882040</id><published>2011-01-21T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:16:13.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's officially been two weeks since school started and I'm already bombarded with homework every single day. Thankfully I've managed to finish them before the deadline.&lt;div&gt;Honestly, the first few days of school was terrible because I disliked the class and all that, but after the days went by, me and Stephanie didn't really stick much to the other students so we continued to live in our own bubble I guess and that's what's made us survive this long in the class. Obviously we miss 09A3 and the people in it and it's hard to keep up with them now that we only meet them for about 40 minutes a day during break. It feels like we're missing out on a lot of things from 09A3 /:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teachers this year are pretty good and so far, I don't have any complains about them and their style of teaching. I'm starting to like Geography now and that's a pretty good sign because I seriously need to improve on my Geog. Unfortunately I can say that this increasing love for a subject does not apply to Math /:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, 20th January, I didn't go to school ): and I'm worried that I missed out a lot for Geog. That's why me and Steph (&lt;i&gt;yes, Steph didn't go as well&lt;/i&gt;) are hoping one of the Geog teachers can give us a consultation to cover up the things we've missed. Since I didn't go to school, I went to take an MC (&lt;i&gt;and it's very important for today because there was Literature timed assignment that I didn't know about&lt;/i&gt;) and went to cut my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After cutting my hair, I got off the chair and looked at the floor, there was a mountain of hair!! But I think it's best I got rid of all that hair because it was causing my hair to fall due to the sheer weight pulling against my scalp and I had to get rid of all that dry and damaged ends. Now my hair feels smoother and softer because I got rid of the unwantedness :D happy girl for making the right decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can make the same right decision for the predicament I'm in /:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-9018294093396882040?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/9018294093396882040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=9018294093396882040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/9018294093396882040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/9018294093396882040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-its-officially-been-two-weeks-since.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-9167823282361072964</id><published>2010-12-31T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:45:57.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourite'/><title type='text'>sugar for bitter souls</title><content type='html'>Alright, praise be to God for today was a &lt;b&gt;wonderful day&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early and went grocery shopping for all the necessary things to make cupcakes then I met Lithia at Eunos station around 1130am. We headed to my place to start baking. But first we added a little special touch to the packaging. We used wrapping paper and covered the boring white box.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAikKHmWKI/AAAAAAAACW0/HpeZr-3a2FI/s1600/DSCN2635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAikKHmWKI/AAAAAAAACW0/HpeZr-3a2FI/s320/DSCN2635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557479944762054818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once that was done, it was time to start baking. We made the basic mix &amp;amp; started building our arm muscles with all the mixing. It was Chocolate Fudge! Then we started pouring the mix into cute red cupcake papers.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAl3cITUjI/AAAAAAAACXE/1eIusYx3eF8/s1600/DSCN2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAl3cITUjI/AAAAAAAACXE/1eIusYx3eF8/s320/DSCN2579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557483574549238322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's the surprising part, we didn't use the oven to bake the cupcakes because my oven is so screwed up that it'll short circuit the entire house so we used the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;microwave&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; instead!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAl3gKyuXI/AAAAAAAACXM/pgzwKHLHHiM/s1600/DSCN2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAl3gKyuXI/AAAAAAAACXM/pgzwKHLHHiM/s320/DSCN2583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557483575633426802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who would have thought that a microwave could produce such awesome cupcakes??&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAl4O0FdOI/AAAAAAAACXU/kp9s0WZX86Y/s1600/DSCN2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAl4O0FdOI/AAAAAAAACXU/kp9s0WZX86Y/s320/DSCN2598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557483588154651874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We kept trying out a few cupcakes to see how we should set the temperature and time for the microwave, to see whether the entire cupcake's cooked; inside and below, and how much of mix we should put into the paper so that it'll produce a perfect puffed up shape. We tried so much that after everything we didn't have the mood to eat the perfect cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing about 40 cupcakes we decided to take a break and we walked to the shops near my house. We bought an additional wrapping paper because there was 1 more box that wasn't wrapped, we bought bubbletea for ourselves and coke for my dad. When we got back we started on the cupcake icing. Started from scratch and we did two batches because we wanted to have a range of colors, so we had yellow and pink icing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAnM20-YCI/AAAAAAAACXk/7Uyo6sQ8A_4/s1600/DSCN2616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAnM20-YCI/AAAAAAAACXk/7Uyo6sQ8A_4/s320/DSCN2616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557485042004811810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAnMb3zkAI/AAAAAAAACXc/T48URS5VliA/s1600/DSCN2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAnMb3zkAI/AAAAAAAACXc/T48URS5VliA/s320/DSCN2611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557485034768928770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So once all the cupcakes have cooled and we've managed to find enough space to place all of them we started putting the 'icing on the cake' ;) And when all the cupcakes had a top to wear, we arranged them evenly in the boxes we had.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAnzJujx-I/AAAAAAAACXs/X_3XCe0-SoY/s1600/DSCN2623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAnzJujx-I/AAAAAAAACXs/X_3XCe0-SoY/s320/DSCN2623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557485699913205730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that was the completion of all cupcakes. But halfway through, Lithia became a woman and finally came of age. Her entire family's overjoyed and so am I. Luckily she came at my house and not somewhere else! She called all her relatives and told them the good news and that was honestly a great end to 2010! :D&lt;br /&gt;Around 930pm, Aunt Ranjit came to pick her up with Uncle Kassey and Pravin. I gave them 2 boxes of cupcakes as a Christmas cum New Year's gift and Aunt Ranjit was so sweet as to buy me a New Year's gift! It's really nice too. Consisting of a necklace, charmed bracelet and earrings.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSApP8p0t6I/AAAAAAAACX0/6is_RBOAJdc/s1600/DSCN2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSApP8p0t6I/AAAAAAAACX0/6is_RBOAJdc/s320/DSCN2686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557487294131517346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celebrated the coming of 2011 at home with my dad because I didn't want him to celebrate it alone and we had cupcakes together. Lithia keeps saying that my father is very cute. Haha! Around 1230am I headed down to Sanjeev's place and of course I brought a few boxes of cupcakes there! :D They liked it, Lithia's aunts, cousins &amp;amp; mom liked it too and we both were very proud of our success.&lt;br /&gt;At Sanjeev's house they had a gift exchange and Aunt Vanessa got me a purse from pocillini (&lt;i&gt;sp?&lt;/i&gt;) and because Sanjeev already bought me a purse so I'm just gonna use this as my make up bag.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAqMW6kPuI/AAAAAAAACX8/vMA3jgR2rVI/s1600/DSCN2651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAqMW6kPuI/AAAAAAAACX8/vMA3jgR2rVI/s320/DSCN2651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557488331973213922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and they gave me my birthday present in advance but I'm not going to show you a picture of it till my birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was how I spent NYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-9167823282361072964?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/9167823282361072964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=9167823282361072964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/9167823282361072964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/9167823282361072964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/12/sugar-for-bitter-souls.html' title='sugar for bitter souls'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TSAikKHmWKI/AAAAAAAACW0/HpeZr-3a2FI/s72-c/DSCN2635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-3984566301904854130</id><published>2010-12-31T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T02:08:36.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today me, Abs &amp;amp; Pheebs went to Panda's house to make some cupcakes!! :D&lt;br /&gt;First we had to meet up &amp;amp; I went all the way to paya lebar's fairprice only to find out that I was at the wrong Fairprice! They were at the Marine Parade fairprice. OMG. So I rushed down all the way back from PL &amp;amp; after that we went over to Panda's house for the baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mixed the premix &amp;amp; set up the oven. The first batch a total disaster because it overflowed &amp;amp; turned into a solid bread. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;We found out that there's no way in making cupcakes without the mold &amp;amp; thank God we found them! So we were able to make better batches after that with the proper heat &amp;amp; time &amp;amp; shape of the cupcakes. Praise be to God that the cupcakes turned out beautifully after that. It made me wanna go home &amp;amp; make some of my own which is exactly what I'm going to do in a few hours with Lithia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cupcakes were baked, we played tai di &amp;amp; then we played bridge, they finally taught me how to play it and for the first time in my life, I managed to understand it too. We played awhile before I went off to meet Sanjeev, N &amp;amp; HJ to go shopping at Tampines 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the shopping was done &amp;amp; Sanjeev bought what he wanted, we went to Simpang to have dinner before I came back home &amp;amp; started stressing over the multiple recipes of icings and frostings for cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the biggest debate of the century:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate brownie cupcake with cream cheese frosting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate brownie cupcake with chocolate frosting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate brownie cupcake with vanilla frosting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know which one to go with. I'm scared that the cheese won't taste good with the chocolate but I'm afraid that double chocolate will be too gelat and I worry that vanilla, isn't original. URGH! Lithia said that we'll think it over tomorrow (more like later today). This time I cannot be late to meet her! Time is precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TRzKTR1Vm-I/AAAAAAAACWs/MC4LJShXrlA/s1600/217039088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TRzKTR1Vm-I/AAAAAAAACWs/MC4LJShXrlA/s320/217039088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556538472821791714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-3984566301904854130?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/3984566301904854130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=3984566301904854130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3984566301904854130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3984566301904854130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-me-abs-pheebs-went-to-pandas.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TRzKTR1Vm-I/AAAAAAAACWs/MC4LJShXrlA/s72-c/217039088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-8349944991059893119</id><published>2010-12-29T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:31:03.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's alive!</title><content type='html'>Yes, my blog is alive, unbelievable I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone might already know I'll be retaining in year 2 in the &lt;i&gt;wretched&lt;/i&gt; school of MI &amp;amp; I guess it's time to start blogging again because I'm sure that there's new interesting stories to tell in my year 2 part 2.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am not thrilled &amp;amp; absolutely upset about having to be in 10A3 because it just won't be the same.. hello.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;major&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;have-to-make-new-friends&lt;/i&gt;. Somehow I just know that the "fun" they'll have won't be the same as the fun I used to have with 09A3. But on the plus side, I'll have Stephanie &amp;amp; Bjorn with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got about 2 weeks to revise my year 1 topics to pass my freaking common test if not that idiot TCP will kick me out of school. Like you know, whatever. &amp;amp; also, after seeing most of the year 1 kids this year, I fear for the 2011 batch (&lt;i&gt;no offence to those who I know &amp;amp; like&lt;/i&gt;) but really, some slut's gonna walk in the school thinking that she'll &lt;b&gt;alllllll that&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; own the place when she doesn't know that the year 3 chics are the ones who walked on that earth she'll be walking on, oh wait... I WON'T BE WITH THE YEAR 3 CHICS! -.- FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm going to miss:&lt;br /&gt;Dian, Thivya, Shawn, Izzudin, Hafiz, Aidil, Sarah, Ada, Syaz, Jamie, Summer, Cheryl, Rou Urn, Suriya, Donovan.. &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;the rest not so much&lt;/i&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the year is here &amp;amp; this weekend is actually new year already. Praying for myself &amp;amp; all my lovelies for a wonderful 2011.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TRoepw15cMI/AAAAAAAACWk/J01iT6w5Sq4/s1600/new-years-eve-sydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TRoepw15cMI/AAAAAAAACWk/J01iT6w5Sq4/s320/new-years-eve-sydney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555786793149362370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-8349944991059893119?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/8349944991059893119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=8349944991059893119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8349944991059893119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8349944991059893119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-alive.html' title='it&apos;s alive!'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TRoepw15cMI/AAAAAAAACWk/J01iT6w5Sq4/s72-c/new-years-eve-sydney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-6155364355952967908</id><published>2010-12-09T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T01:54:28.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well yes, it's December and the holidays are here. Unfortunately it's not all play this year. I've got a weekend part time job because I didn't want it to take up so much of my time and also I wanted the weekdays for studying so that I won't fail my common test next year.&lt;br /&gt;This week from Tuesday to Friday, baby and I are working together at some company that calls other companies for telephone surveys. The job's not so bad, quite slack because I mean for 8 hours you just sit there in a cubicle and call people and ask them questions if they reject just call someone else. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm really bored this evening (morning) and I just thought I should blog abit since I haven't done so in so long. Baby and I celebrated our 4th month this December 5th and I've realized how much I actually need him in my life and I wouldn't know what to do without him. Love him loads man! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I should go sleep cuz I'm supposed to meet Lithia bright and early for breakfast before we all go to work together. We're working together for two days so this would be Lithia's first time, so exciting! Heehee! :D&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people (I know it's a short post but there's nothing much to write)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-6155364355952967908?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/6155364355952967908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=6155364355952967908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6155364355952967908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6155364355952967908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-yes-its-december-and-holidays-are.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-2055872898528603994</id><published>2010-10-15T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:59:01.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>happy birthday to my boy.</title><content type='html'>I know this is so long overdue but there's just too many things going on with PW and school and I haven't had time to do anything for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been exactly 2 weeks since his big day and the story behind the big day goes longer than that.&lt;br /&gt;A week before his birthday I was with him at Jurong and I just finished school to meet him. Then Auntie Vanessa called me to tell me that they're planning a surprise birthday party at his house and to invite the closest people from school over. So I did, I invited people like Justin and Haojie for the mini-BBQ that was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an entire month prior to his big day I've been cracking my brain on a present. I seriously couldn't think of anything and I started to worry. I already knew that I was going to make him a big birthday card but I couldn't just give him a card, what kind of girlfriend would I be right? I thought of getting him shoes or shirts or pants but he just had to say a few days nearing his birthday that he didn't want things like that because it'll just be another set of clothes. Damn it, this boy is so demanding even without telling me what he wants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to just be straightforward and ask him what he wanted. He told me he didn't want anything and it's okay that I don't get him a present. But bitch please, I ain't gonna let another girl get him a present and in the end I'm not going to get him one right?&lt;br /&gt;Haojie's already decided on a present and that was cigars and cognac. I thought that was cool for the both of them but now I had to get something way more awesome. I seriously couldn't think of anything. On top of that personal pressure on myself, I had to keep secrets from him about the surprise party that was going to happen. That week I had more text messages and phone calls than I had the entire year and I knew he was starting to get suspicious. Not about the party, but maybe that I was texting some guy and I was hiding it from him! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the day grew nearer and I still didn't know what to get until one fateful night he told me, "I think I know what Haojie's getting me. A cue stick bag!" and he got all excited for a present that he wasn't going to get from Haojie.&lt;br /&gt;The next day I was at home and during the most unexpected time I had a revelation. "I'm going to get him a cue stick bag!" and that's what I did.&lt;a href="http://s604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN2442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/DSCN2442.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after school I really wanted to hang out with him but I told him that I had things to do and for him to just go on without me. So I traveled all the way to Bras Basah by train to get the cue stick bag and I didn't know which one he would like, so I got the bag I really liked. Since I was there I dropped by Popular to get resources for my card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was like 3 days before the birthday happened. That night I stayed up all night to do the card. It took me 7 hours. I started doing the card the moment I got home and I just wanted to knock out and sleep but then he called and I felt jubilant that he called cuz I haven't talked to him for the entire day. Halfway through the conversation he got upset and said something like "yeah you really wanted to talk to me right that's why you didn't bother to call or text the entire day." I hope he regrets saying that now! Hahaha.&lt;a href="http://s604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN2439.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/DSCN2439.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN2438.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/DSCN2438.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN2436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/DSCN2436.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN2432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/DSCN2432.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I wrapped up the cue stick bag and it was really hard to do because it's cylinder shaped and it doesn't come in a box and my Lord, I was so disappointed in myself because that was the worst present wrapping I've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before the big day, I met Haojie and passed him my presents so that I could surprise him the next day with the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day finally arrived and it was his big birthday.&lt;a href="http://s604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN2447.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/DSCN2447.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things almost went wrong when he didn't want to leave the house so that we could prepare the BBQ for his surprise party. Aveillia came in the afternoon because she couldn't come for the BBQ. See.. so sweet of her right?! Lithia came too when he left the house.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly at around 730pm, Justin came, Delvin, Nash, Aunt Sheila (sp?), Velan, Jonathan, Nathaniel, their chinese friend (omg, I'm so sorry I forgot your name). Vicknesh didn't come because his dad didn't let him and Dinesh didn't come because God knows why, his phone was off, he didn't call he didn't let me know he wasn't coming. Haojie was with him playing pool to distract him and get him out of the house for the preparations.&lt;br /&gt;Around 830pm they came back and we totally surprised him! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had fun that night, the guys all played Tekken 6 and were literally jumping all over the place! But they had a great night.&lt;br /&gt;The night ended even better when Aunt Vanessa, Uncle Ramesh, Lithia, Haojie, him and me sat down and just talked. That was great! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, his birthday started well and ended well too. Before the night ended, I gave him my present and he loved it :D He was happy that night and that's all that mattered.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN2479.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/DSCN2479.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANJEEV RAMESH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN2452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peytang/Blog%20Posts/Sanjeev%2019th%20Birthday/DSCN2452.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-2055872898528603994?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/2055872898528603994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=2055872898528603994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2055872898528603994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2055872898528603994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-to-my-boy.html' title='happy birthday to my boy.'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-2685577070891858424</id><published>2010-09-08T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:54:42.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>close to the edge</title><content type='html'>The first day of my holidays officially started right after GP paper which was on Friday, 3rd September 2010. Once the paper was over I went back with Sanjeev and went over to his place. We all played badminton in the evening and it's starting to become a daily norm.&lt;br /&gt;So from Friday till today I've been staying over at Sanjeev's place.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a real drama filled day. One thing after another was happening to us. Since it was the second last day of the Hungry Ghost Festival, all the prayer burning and everything was going on when we were playing badminton. First thing that happened was uncle's arm got injured from playing badminton so he cut short his game and in the evening he went off to work.&lt;br /&gt;Then at about 9pm Sanjeev's sprained his ankle while playing badminton but it was a really strange occurrance because there was no way it was possible that he could have stumbled on his own weight and he also told us that he felt as if something tripped him that's why he stumbled. Spookey right? Well yeah.&lt;br /&gt;After that, Haojie, Sanjeev and I went to Simpang to eat dinner. During dinne, I suddenly got an asthma attack and I didn't have my inhaler with me. At first I thought that it'll go away and for it to turn out as just a mini attack like other occassions but it wasn't. This attack was bad! I couldn't breathe, I started hyperventilating and freaking out, my arms and legs started to cramp and go numb and that was it, Haojie ran to his car drove it over and sped off to Changi General Hospital's A&amp;amp;E. Sanjeev held me up because I just couldn't walk anymore. My stomach and torso started to cramp up, my neck started feeling weak and it couldn't support my head. I really thought I was just going to fall off the wheelchair and start having fits on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;The nurses had me on the Nebulizer and I sat there with Sanjeev next to me, supporting my weight. After the second dosage of the Nebulizer (&lt;em&gt;sounds like something from a Matrix movie&lt;/em&gt;) I felt so much better and I could breathe again. Then Sanjeev bought my a bottle of water and wheeled me to see the doctor. The doctor told me I need to do a regular checkup for my asthma and he referred me to the specialist. At first I told him that I think it would be better to go back to my specialist at SGH but the doctor said that it'll be difficult to get an appointment there. Yeah yeah yeah, whatever... you can tell me that you just want to get money that's why you "can't" refer me to SGH. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;So everything went well and I was discharged with a super big bill because I'm a PR so everything's like doubled for me. So much for the government saying that they'll give equal rights amd benefits to PRs and yet here I am, a PR who still pays double for medical fees, gets difficulties in obtaining bursaries etc due to my PR-ness and then I also don't get priority for housing and jobs pays normally lower. The only thing PRs have equality in is taking part in the army. But I'm not here to diss the govermental issues., I'm here to give my story. So yeah, the bill was expensive and I feel really bad that baby had to pay for it. I'm gonna try and pay him back the medical bill and he was so sweet to be all worried for me.&lt;br /&gt;At home he said that he feels like a father having to take care of his daughter and Nash said that it's good practice. Hahahaha! Anyways, I'm better now but Sanjeev's still got his sprained ankle. I thank God for Sanjeev and Haojie that night, baby and I owe Haojie a lot.. he practically saved my life. Baby was so worried for me he was more frantic than me. I was just frantic in trying to breathe but baby was next to me being worried on whether I'll die or not, he kept shaking me and calling out my name to make sure I don't pass out before we reached the hospital. When he came home and went to bed, he held on to me to make sure that I'm still there.&lt;br /&gt;He was so worried that I felt pitiful for him. So poor thing my baby worrying like that for me.&lt;br /&gt;All's well now and baby insisted to the doctor to give me the puffer. Now he's playing poker with the guys and I'm here really bored so I just tought I'll blog about this exciting incident. Hahaha! :D&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TIdrKgf_7gI/AAAAAAAACWQ/imSjZ2b4TFY/s1600/hope_by_ssuunnddeeww-peyton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514494097005473282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TIdrKgf_7gI/AAAAAAAACWQ/imSjZ2b4TFY/s320/hope_by_ssuunnddeeww-peyton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-2685577070891858424?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/2685577070891858424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=2685577070891858424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2685577070891858424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2685577070891858424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/09/close-to-edge.html' title='close to the edge'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TIdrKgf_7gI/AAAAAAAACWQ/imSjZ2b4TFY/s72-c/hope_by_ssuunnddeeww-peyton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-5334086522622732481</id><published>2010-08-14T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:50:25.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well YOG's opening ceremony is playing on TV right now and all the countries are being announced right now. Thank God that it rained in the afternoon because now the weather is awesome for the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;But besides that, for the past few days I've been watching the most awesome series the world has ever made which is One Tree Hill. Yeah yeah, you might think oh whatever Peyton about OTH but seriously, season 6 is just awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days have also been really awesome. I mean, with school (it's getting better), friends, Sanjeev (: It's a total dream come true. Baby's been really sweet. He's done so much for me which is totally amazing of him. He bought 2 real beautiful bracelets for me and just a few days ago he bought me a pretty dress. He's really the man I've always dreamed of and knew he could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I've been diligently doing my work for school and I'm just praying that I'll have enough time to study for the Promo 2 that's coming in 3 weeks. EoM is murder, seriously.. I don't understand how to do it and I don't understand what they want from it, oh Lord.. please just help me understand it.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I was really encouraged by my Literature teachers when they saw my sample paragraphs and actually told me that it was good and that I write well. It was really encouraging to her because every time all I hear from people in that school is that I'm never good enough and for the first time in my life it's written in my report book and I wonder who else I can thank besides DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conduct was written as "fair" (well I think that's inappropriate considering I wasn't in class most of the time since he's always sending me for suspension) and the comment was: "Peyton shows minimum commitment to her studies. She should try to change her attitude if she wishes to improve in her studies."&lt;br /&gt;They don't know the amount of effort I put in. They don't know the commitment I put in so they can't just assume I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Well think all they want because one day I'm gonna look them right in the eye and say right to their face, "you see these grades.. it's no thanks to you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-5334086522622732481?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/5334086522622732481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=5334086522622732481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5334086522622732481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5334086522622732481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/08/well-yogs-opening-ceremony-is-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-2450987427114830933</id><published>2010-08-09T10:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:25:46.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So suspension's over for me, I think. I'm not sure whether I've gotta serve one more day on Wednesday, let's hope not but that would be counted as wishful thinking won't it?&lt;br /&gt;Well.. the long national day weekend is here and there's many work to be done since I couldn't finish it all during the supposed weekend. My entire Saturday from 730am to 6pm was consumed in a Spartacus marathon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TF9lgJyDbhI/AAAAAAAACWA/jCm1jf8bmtw/s1600/spartacus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TF9lgJyDbhI/AAAAAAAACWA/jCm1jf8bmtw/s320/spartacus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503228872726113810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All thanks to Sanjeev who got me started on the darn thing. I had to finish it. The show's nice once you get over the boring beginning and get to all the fighting and sex. Hahahahaha! Seriously, viewer discretion is strongly advised for this darn show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I tried doing some work. Managed to do that till food came and I just have to watch something when food is in front of me and I couldn't think of any movie to watch until I remembered a series that I haven't finished watching... One Tree Hill.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TF9mVLmF9TI/AAAAAAAACWI/74qYeZFWHiI/s1600/one-tree-hill-season-5-one-tree-hill-531653_576_798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TF9mVLmF9TI/AAAAAAAACWI/74qYeZFWHiI/s320/one-tree-hill-season-5-one-tree-hill-531653_576_798.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503229783745885490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What can I say? I'm a sucker for great series. Seriously, season 6 is becoming a whole new whirlwind. You gotta watch it. But since my stupid Internet Explorer is becoming a bitch and won't work, I'm using Safari which doesn't really allow me to view most video streaming unless I download the software so now I'm downloading the entire season 6 online and I gotta wait for it to finish downloading. Once I've downloaded it, I'm wondering whether I should download all the other series from 1-5..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I was supposed to go watch SALT with my dad but he said that it's cancelled so I'm at home waiting for the thing to finish downloading. I guess we'll watch SALT another day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-2450987427114830933?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/2450987427114830933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=2450987427114830933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2450987427114830933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2450987427114830933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-suspensions-over-for-me-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TF9lgJyDbhI/AAAAAAAACWA/jCm1jf8bmtw/s72-c/spartacus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-7405171283003802446</id><published>2010-08-04T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:09:31.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, suspension week again and the first 2 days have honestly been quite eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I didn't go to school because when I woke up my rashes were worse than ever as compared to last night. Sanjeev's dad said that I shouldn't go to school and just get an MC. I listened and at 2.30pm I went to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said that it's some allergic reaction to something I used or touched and I should take extra care because I have a history of asthma. If the rashes doesn't cure by the end of the week I'm to see the doctor again and if the rashes become unbearable even after applying medication and if I experience chest pains and difficulty in breathing, I must go to the A&amp;E immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, why do I always get these kinds of things? Like when I just recovered from my cough I get this allergic reaction thing. Oh wells, I guess one plus point would be the fact that I'm gonna be wearing home clothes to school because I need to cover my arms and legs in case I come into contact with that thing I'm allergic to.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. People are so going to stare at me tomorrow during assembly wondering why the hell am I wearing home clothes. I'll just tell them that I withdrew or I've got some contagious disease but the principal forced me to come to school so I'm wearing long sleeves to minimize the spread of the disease. Heehee :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing much. Even if there was it's innappropriate to write it here because I'm not immature :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-7405171283003802446?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/7405171283003802446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=7405171283003802446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7405171283003802446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7405171283003802446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/08/alright-suspension-week-again-and-first.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-1838909932356935962</id><published>2010-07-30T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T20:36:36.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>have a little faith in me</title><content type='html'>Today was parent-teacher meeting but my dad didn't go for it so I don't have my result slip. I'm sure that Mr.DT &amp;amp; Mr.DS wouldn't just give it to me, they would tell me that they want to see my dad first before they give it to me as they want to talk to my dad about my "terrible" behaviour, constant latecoming and absentism from school. I don't mind not getting my result slip, it's just going to show many 0s and VRs anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I went to study with Sanjeev and I managed to write my Geog essays &amp;amp; Sanjeev read history until we started to scribble on a piece of paper wondering how to get ourselves a signature and how to write in cursive handwriting and all that nonsense. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TFLGljI59qI/AAAAAAAACV4/YDEyE8nJXXA/s1600/Faith_23_by_D4D1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499676443362850466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TFLGljI59qI/AAAAAAAACV4/YDEyE8nJXXA/s320/Faith_23_by_D4D1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In school yesterday I had a really busy day. Early in the morning I had to find out how to write a better EoM during PW, break time I was bombarded by Mr.DS, and 2 HODs. At first they thought that my problem was that I was doing terribly for MOB but that stupid DS didn't tell them till we were all having this conversation that I've never failed MOB before in my life and I always pass my tests, exams and I'm doing very well in the subject. So they just went, "So you're only problem is latecoming and absentism?" Well... DUH! -.- Thanks to DS, I wasted 30 minutes of my one period break, no time to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that had to pay super close attention to Geog and I'm like kinda lost because although I listen and write down nots and all, it just seems as if Mr.Toh's words are bouncing off my face. I can literally feel he words bounce of my face and hit the floor ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOB was next and halfway through MOB I had to leave to see Mr. Tan Chor Pang, the principal of our school.&lt;br /&gt;He basically bombarded me with my latecoming and absentism.. blablabla I wasn't paying attention to the things he was saying because he was just ranting over and over again about the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Basically here are some things he said to me:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Doing your work, paying attention in class, not sleeping in class is not the main point, the bottom line is that you come to school and come on time everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Okay like that the moment I get home I'll just sleep, don't do work or study&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;At the rate you're going, you have no hope here. Even the disabled students have more hope than you.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Yeah okay, so? You better pray I don't tell MOE about this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;At the rate you're going, the possibility of you getting through this year is close to nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Then just retain la! What's the big deal, doesn't mean I still won't be top student at the end of 4 years&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;You can no longer be late for school. If you continue to be late, I will not keep you in this school.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Are you fucking serious? You'll expell me for being late?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Because of your absentism I will tell your teachers to not key in your grades from the beginning of the year to now.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Fantastic, so my common test that I've worked real hard for during the december holidays last year is all down the drain. This school sucks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;If you're going to be late, call me and tell me. If you're going to be absent, call me and tell me. Tell me your reason if I think it's a valid reason then I'll let you off.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Okay, don't need to be so desperate wanting me to call you and all. You seriously think I was born yesterday is it? I might be in MI but that doesn't make me stupid, I know whatever reason I tell you it won't be a valid one for you so fuck off. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;The student in the wheelchair travels to school in a van that costs $90/day. I think that is a problem for him but he continues to put in the effort to come to school. You might have problems but do you think you're problems are bigger than his?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Yes I do think my problems are bigger than his, at least he can pay $90 a day (I seriously did answer him that)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;You're cockiness will get you nowhere.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Oh this is not cockiness, this is me being me when I'm pushed to a corner. &amp;amp; BTW, you're aeroplane theory is bullshit. My aeroplane theory is way better than yours. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;You need to grow up.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;You don't know the shit I go through that had to make me grow up way before my years so don't tell me to "grow up" when I'm supposed to be enjoying my life as a child, a teenager and an adolescent. I never got to experience those years so don't tell me to "grow up" cuz I've already grown up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to be the valadictorian of the school so that I can stand there and go, to all the teachers like Mr.DS, Mr. Tan Chor Pang, thanks for never believing in me. Thanks to your lack of faith in my capabilities I can proudly stand here and say that I obtained all of this without your help. So don't sit there and smile and think to yourself that you've helped me in any way, because you haven't. I did this all on my own. I've never been responsive to your stupid reverse psychological methods and I honestly believe that you are a disappointment as a teacher and prinicipal as you are supposed to motivate your students, not to affirm their self-degrading mindset on the fact that they cannot make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;This school is seriously filled with shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-1838909932356935962?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/1838909932356935962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=1838909932356935962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1838909932356935962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1838909932356935962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/07/have-little-faith-in-me.html' title='have a little faith in me'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TFLGljI59qI/AAAAAAAACV4/YDEyE8nJXXA/s72-c/Faith_23_by_D4D1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-5824628751561641485</id><published>2010-07-23T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:08:41.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TEmgw29mHLI/AAAAAAAACVw/o7BRbvb1HsY/s1600/TGIF_by_madeoutwithyomomma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497101581430430898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TEmgw29mHLI/AAAAAAAACVw/o7BRbvb1HsY/s320/TGIF_by_madeoutwithyomomma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the first time in a long time I actually came home and in my head I went, "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thank God today's Friday&lt;/span&gt;". I don't know what I would do if I still had things to submit tomorrow. At least tonight I get time for myself to just relax which I look forward to especially after all the work I've done with Sanjeev to his new crib! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was really tiring although it was a really short day, I couldn't stay awake. I was way too tired! At the end of the day I went to send Sanjeev off to work then accompanied him for break and went home. Should have waited a while more because Sanjeev left early from work ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely tired from all the brain work in school I don't know why. Like I look at the things I have to do and I just sigh. Although it's just a few subjects, it's those super tedious and takes forever to finish kind of work so I'm just too dead tired to do it today. Tomorrow I shall do it and tomorrow I've got PW meeting @ Bishan. Awesome uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully all this will chop chop end because September is already promo 2 and I have to do ultra well for that if I wanna get promoted this year and I've gotta study ultra hard for H1 A levels in November and that will be corresponding with PW oral presentation. There's so many things to do with so little time.&lt;br /&gt;I really need 40 hours in a day to be able to be like the over-achieving people in school who can pass 3 H2s with no sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should really just go straight home after school, no more hanging around after school, what do you think? (&lt;em&gt;I think I won't be able to survive it&lt;/em&gt;) Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;strong&gt;THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-5824628751561641485?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/5824628751561641485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=5824628751561641485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5824628751561641485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5824628751561641485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/07/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TEmgw29mHLI/AAAAAAAACVw/o7BRbvb1HsY/s72-c/TGIF_by_madeoutwithyomomma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-241740178602075782</id><published>2010-07-16T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:57:52.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First week of school was bad, really bad. Monday I didn't go to school, Wednesday I didn't go to school, Thursday I was late and today I was late again -.-&lt;br /&gt;But during lessons I could pay attention which was good I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev and I are doing well everybody (: Hahaha, because everybody's asking me how we are. I couldn't finish my Geog paper, I don't know why, it's just so boring and tedious to do ): So annoying. Man, I don't know why I didn't take History in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really got to do well for Promo 2s because that's all I'm depending on. I must pass my subjects so I've got to study study study! I've only got 2 more months till the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go fetch Sanjeev from work later at around 9pm then we're gonna study at night because that's the only time he can actually study properly which is good. It's good to know that everybody's putting in the effort to study for the promo 2s. So I cannot lose out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's been really awesome after all the drama in June. It feels like everything's gone back to how it was supposed to be. Fuckers seem to just go un-noticed by me which is fantastic because I honestly wouldn't want to see their faces right? I might just punch them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-241740178602075782?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/241740178602075782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=241740178602075782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/241740178602075782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/241740178602075782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-week-of-school-was-bad-really-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-1623086392752400068</id><published>2010-07-11T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:05:57.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night Sanjeev and I watched the game between Germany and Uruguay. That was an awesome game I must tell you! So many times the ball were spot on but it was saved by the goal keeper or it was just a fraction of a centimeter off from target. An absolutely good show! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev was late for work again (what's new hahaha) and I too overslept. Was planning to go to church leh ): So Sanjeev went off to work, not long after so did uncle and the rest of us were just left at home haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn and I watched Shutter Island and it was not a bad movie just that maybe there's a little bit too much talk and no action but it's supposed to be mind-twisting, not really. I would just give it 2 stars. Real sorry Leornado, the movie was kinda obvious. There's wasn't that wow factor at the end.. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be the first official day back in school. Teachers are going to wonder why I didn't sit for my papers and I'll probably be thrown to meet the counselor the first thing back. Honestly, I'm starting to get sick of school, with all it's politics ans whatsoever, it just defeats the purpose of school life. It's more like a social prison or worst, it's like Hollywood! And every single student is a famous actress or actor. There are the big earning ones who are the most famous and everybody in the school knows about you, there are the mediocre paid ones who some people know and some dont and then there's just the calefare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big paying artists are famous and everybody knows them and it's as if the papparazzi are all over them. One wrong move and the whole school will hear about it. News in MI spreads quickly and sometimes it's just a drag being in the school. Even teachers will hear about it but they pretend as if they don't know. Tsk, politics? You bet it is. MI's probably worst than the UN themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm supposed to be reading some Geog notes now because I'm to do the Promo 1 papers tomorrow and Tuesday although they're not being marked, Mr.T being anal about Geog all the time wants me to sit for it so that he can go through the paper. Kinda waste time don't you think? What's the point of me sitting for the paper if the marks aren't gonna be counted. I'll just flunk on purpose la -.-&lt;br /&gt;See, that's not the point, the point is, although I should be studying here I am sitting here blogging and gonna finish the ending part of Lion King 2. Hahaha! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao bitchezz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-1623086392752400068?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/1623086392752400068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=1623086392752400068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1623086392752400068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1623086392752400068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-night-sanjeev-and-i-watched-game.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-9033625586881306493</id><published>2010-07-09T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T20:02:23.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Malay oral for A levels yesterday was not so well done I might say. It's a lot harder than I thought. The topic was fine, the problem was speaking to the teachers in proper Malay. Also I felt as if I didn't give enough points about the conversational topic. However, I prayed before I sat for the exam and I just can leave everything into God's hands now and I just pray for favour by the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm at City Square Mall waiting for Sanjeev to finish work. Another slow day for him apparently. As I'm sitting at Kopitiam, freezing half my face because of the air-conditioning, I'm loading Lion King 2 and blogging. I'm feeling really sleepy (drowsy) cuz of the medication I took before coming here.I guess that was a mistake I should not do the next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past 3 weeks or so has been fun spending time with Sanjeev. Although I will wait for hours when he works, going home with him and listening to him tell me his stories about the people who come in to the store is really interesting. I feel like eating a bag of chips while sitting here and watching the movie but I'm so lazy to get out of the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's honestly quite enjoyable listening to Sanjeev tell me his stories about work. I look forward to that a lot. Also, Sanjeev being all independent and whatever, earning is own money shows that my little boy is all grown up! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev saw my new shoes for school today and he said that it's really cute cuz it makes my feel look damn small. Hahaha! What to do? I don't have feel like him which are the size or Ronald MacDonald's! :P just kidding! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I just feel like sleeping, but if I put my laptop into sleep mode, the internet connection will terminate which will lead to the loading of Lion King 2 to fail so I've got to stay awake! Which is one reason why I'm blogging now. LOL. It's really cold here that my contact lenses are getting dry /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like eating Kaya Toasts. Urgh! Seriously, I have got to stop craving for so many things. I'm really gonna grow fat and I don't want to be as fat as some people in the world (not really referring to anybody but kind of referring to one person on earth).&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to force myself to stay awake now. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-9033625586881306493?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/9033625586881306493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=9033625586881306493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/9033625586881306493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/9033625586881306493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/07/malay-oral-for-levels-yesterday-was-not.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-3390861128722434963</id><published>2010-07-04T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:07:54.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During the weekend I've been going over to Farrer Park's City Square Mall around 4pm to see Sanjeev during his break.&lt;br /&gt;He's working uh.. Like a real job! hahaha, it's about time Sanjeev experienced some hard labour :P But in a way his job quite slack cuz he's a promoter so all they need to do is just talk and convince people to buy the product -.- easy life right? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;So during his break time I will go down and spend his break time with him then he'll go back to work &amp; I'll wait till he ends work. Those people who work there would think I'm damn retarded or something, every day also sit there for hours waiting. First day I tried studying geog. For 3 hours I only managed to study like 4 pages and at the end of it, I couldn't remember anything -.- useless shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev sleeps in like winter conditions.. his airconditioner's temperature is damn low and now I've got the serious case of the flu. I feel damn tired and just wanna sleep but I'm going down again later. Even sleeping with a jacket &amp; under the comforter doesn't work.. that's how cold his room is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn sick la. Tsk.. been sick recently... ):&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TDAzJjlMvWI/AAAAAAAACVo/Q6sitk5RcLk/s1600/Sitting__waiting__wishing_by_nebulaskin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TDAzJjlMvWI/AAAAAAAACVo/Q6sitk5RcLk/s320/Sitting__waiting__wishing_by_nebulaskin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489944185027738978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is what I look like while waiting for Sanjeev to finish work. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-3390861128722434963?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/3390861128722434963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=3390861128722434963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3390861128722434963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3390861128722434963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/07/during-weekend-ive-been-going-over-to.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TDAzJjlMvWI/AAAAAAAACVo/Q6sitk5RcLk/s72-c/Sitting__waiting__wishing_by_nebulaskin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-4784047590529440204</id><published>2010-06-28T16:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:15:33.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>is it love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I hugged you, would you never let go?&lt;br /&gt;If I kissed you, would you cherish that moment?&lt;br /&gt;If I reached for your hand, would you take mine gently?&lt;br /&gt;If I needed a shoulder, would you let me cry on yours?&lt;br /&gt;If I needed to talk, would you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; listen?&lt;br /&gt;If I needed to scream, would you do it with me?&lt;br /&gt;If I needed to go, would you come with me?&lt;br /&gt;If I fell for you, would you catch me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart &amp;amp; there's nothing that you could say or do that would make me love you less. You are everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;We've gone through so much together and I can now honestly say that there is no couple in the world who has gone through what we've gone through. They don't have half the love we have for each other.&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly blessed to have found the one person who loves me for me and not for what I have or what I can give. The one person who's willing to do anything for me and to do whatever it takes to keep me safe in your arms. I'm the luckiest person in the world to finally find the perfect person for me. I might have made mistakes but to have someone who will forgive me and still love me so much is all I can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you, I am truly contented with life. I don't need anything else and I wouldn't want for anything because it seems as if I already have everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TChnXRj_qBI/AAAAAAAACVQ/seU2IpzFsH0/s1600/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487749795499976722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TChnXRj_qBI/AAAAAAAACVQ/seU2IpzFsH0/s320/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparks fly&lt;br /&gt;Its like electricity&lt;br /&gt;I might die&lt;br /&gt;When I forget how to breath&lt;br /&gt;You get closer and there's&lt;br /&gt;No where in this world I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;Time stops&lt;br /&gt;Like everything around me&lt;br /&gt;Its frozen&lt;br /&gt;And nothing matters but these&lt;br /&gt;Few moments when you open my mind to things&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm kissing you&lt;br /&gt;My senses come alive&lt;br /&gt;Almost like the puzzle piece&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find&lt;br /&gt;Falls right into place&lt;br /&gt;You're all that it takes&lt;br /&gt;My doubts fade away&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kissing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kissing you&lt;br /&gt;It all starts making sense&lt;br /&gt;And all the questions&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking in my head&lt;br /&gt;Like are you the one should I really trust&lt;br /&gt;Crystal clear it becomes&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kissing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past loves&lt;br /&gt;They never got very far&lt;br /&gt;Walls of made sure&lt;br /&gt;I've got in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I promise I wouldn't do this till&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was right for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one (no one)&lt;br /&gt;No guy that I met before&lt;br /&gt;Could make me (make me)&lt;br /&gt;Feel so right and secure&lt;br /&gt;And have you noticed&lt;br /&gt;I lose my focus&lt;br /&gt;And the world around me disappears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm kissing you&lt;br /&gt;My senses come alive&lt;br /&gt;Almost like the puzzle piece&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find&lt;br /&gt;Falls right into place&lt;br /&gt;You're all that it takes&lt;br /&gt;My doubts fade away&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kissing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kissing you&lt;br /&gt;It all starts making sense&lt;br /&gt;And all the questions&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking in my head&lt;br /&gt;Like are you the one should I really trust&lt;br /&gt;Crystal clear it becomes&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kissing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never felt nothing like this&lt;br /&gt;You're making me open up&lt;br /&gt;No point in even trying to fight this&lt;br /&gt;It kinda feels like it's love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm kissing you&lt;br /&gt;My senses come alive&lt;br /&gt;Almost like the puzzle piece&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find&lt;br /&gt;Falls right into place&lt;br /&gt;You're all that it takes&lt;br /&gt;My doubts fade away&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kissing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kissing you&lt;br /&gt;It all starts making sense&lt;br /&gt;And all the questions&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking in my head&lt;br /&gt;Like are you the one should I really trust&lt;br /&gt;How clear it becomes&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kissing you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-4784047590529440204?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/4784047590529440204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=4784047590529440204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/4784047590529440204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/4784047590529440204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-it-love.html' title='is it love?'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TChnXRj_qBI/AAAAAAAACVQ/seU2IpzFsH0/s72-c/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-5091899139490989444</id><published>2010-06-01T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:42:36.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>Yes, holidays has arrived. Wooooo... not really awesome. Have lessons, have to cram PW work into the holidays plus major studying for Promo 1s that occur right after the freaking holidays end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to read:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tess of the D'Urbervilles.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wuthering Heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;3. Taming of the Shrew.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Birthday Party.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this for Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;1. Globalisation&lt;br /&gt;2. Urbanisation&lt;br /&gt;3. Physical Geog&lt;br /&gt;For Geography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;Chapters&lt;br /&gt;18,19,20 for MOB&lt;br /&gt;plus all the previous chapters in case Daniel decides to be an asshole (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, honestly... what holidays are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;I might as well just chain myself to the chair, barracade the house door so that I can't get out and escape from all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! I wanna do things also I might feel guilty. Should I just follow school timetable just that obviously I ain't gonna wake up at 8 in the morning.. we see how kayz?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TAPv-6kM2cI/AAAAAAAACUw/ZAWzuKT3XH0/s1600/Disappointed_by_trizzie2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TAPv-6kM2cI/AAAAAAAACUw/ZAWzuKT3XH0/s320/Disappointed_by_trizzie2006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477485435964676546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;disappointed, much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-5091899139490989444?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/5091899139490989444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=5091899139490989444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5091899139490989444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5091899139490989444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/06/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/TAPv-6kM2cI/AAAAAAAACUw/ZAWzuKT3XH0/s72-c/Disappointed_by_trizzie2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-6377941225420807516</id><published>2010-05-02T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:11:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S92ht9EthII/AAAAAAAACUo/7oHh8hoOJDc/s1600/All_I_Got_Is_My_Scars_by_monislawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466703333558158466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S92ht9EthII/AAAAAAAACUo/7oHh8hoOJDc/s320/All_I_Got_Is_My_Scars_by_monislawa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing new has happened over the past few weeks. Still having suspension, still going out late nights, still wear 5 inch heels.. ok, where did that come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, life's been the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Iron Man 2 with Sanjeev on Sunday morning at 1am. It was nice, besides the fact that we had to stretch our necks cuz we were sitting at the third row from the screen!&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it was nice. Scarlett Johanson is hot la.. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been wishing damn hard to have a sister because I feel so bored at home I just want to have a sister who can be my constant bootie-call (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I accompanied Sanjeev to the dentist. It was a funny visit. So adorable he was sitting in the dental chair getting all his teeth filled. Hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-6377941225420807516?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/6377941225420807516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=6377941225420807516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6377941225420807516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6377941225420807516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothing-new-has-happened-over-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S92ht9EthII/AAAAAAAACUo/7oHh8hoOJDc/s72-c/All_I_Got_Is_My_Scars_by_monislawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-6137322321100677062</id><published>2010-04-30T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:18:17.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my phone back. My dad came down to the school take it (: I'm a happy girl now. &lt;em&gt;Yeah yeah Jonathan, I'm some problematic kid right? Writing one essay about my phone -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day to my additional suspension and it was pretty much like every other suspension. I couldn't be bothered about it, walked around and all that shit. Tried doing my PI at that time but by 5pm I was still stuck at another amalgamation idea. WTH?&lt;br /&gt;In the end I went home and did it and I've finally completed it. &lt;strong&gt;Thank God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Sanjeev to go back together after school. We're forever singing in the train, it's amazing people don't stare and wonder what the hell is wrong with us two (:&lt;br /&gt;Then bought food and went home because I needed to complete my PI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fareez is forever pulling out chocolates from his pockets. Hahaha! (: He sweetens my day every time I'm stuck in suspension. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward arh.. see me outside the staffroom, "&lt;em&gt;Peyton Chanel... hmm let me guess.. suspension?!&lt;/em&gt;" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan accompanied me for awhile since he had no mother tongue lesson to attend because apparently he can't do chinese, tamil or malay -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak guna&lt;/em&gt; :P &lt;strong&gt;kidding&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realized that I haven't submitted my GP compre, die for sure from Mr.KY. Today early in the morning I already got one lecture from him. I'll just have to do it during the weekends then reach school early on Tuesday and drop it in his pigeon hole and somehow just whack some story about he went home by the time I put it in. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my brain's totally drained out from all it's juices, energy, resources.. everything!&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. I hate this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song line,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"You should be honored by my late-ness. That I would even show up for this fake shit." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I should say this as a reason to my latecoming ;)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S9sCNbcw4-I/AAAAAAAACUg/oVN85g_zIL4/s1600/satisfaction__by_wish_and_dream_4ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S9sCNbcw4-I/AAAAAAAACUg/oVN85g_zIL4/s320/satisfaction__by_wish_and_dream_4ever.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465965002474185698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-6137322321100677062?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/6137322321100677062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=6137322321100677062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6137322321100677062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6137322321100677062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-my-phone-back.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S9sCNbcw4-I/AAAAAAAACUg/oVN85g_zIL4/s72-c/satisfaction__by_wish_and_dream_4ever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-7536106068419283744</id><published>2010-04-27T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:48:50.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>this is worst than "fucked"</title><content type='html'>You might be thinking, it's 1220pm so what the hell is Peyton doing on the computer and blogging?&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you must really know, I'm in the O-hub now using the computer to blog this shit because I feel worst than fucked. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After serving suspension for around two and a half weeks, I decided to just play it cool and just go with the flow. Howeve, that never seems to be the case. The moment I got back to class, I was already lagging behind in a lot of lessons and so I'm trying my hardest to keep up but of course, not like anyone cares right?&lt;br /&gt;So I sit in class, try my hardest to pay attention in class and do work and I haven't been late after suspension (okay once). After that nothing.. so I see no reason for any more shit to fall on me right? Well, that's where you're fucking wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had to wake up freaking early to pass Sanjeev my bowling shirt because he forgot to bring his and he had A divs to go for. Smart.&lt;br /&gt;Also, yesterday I wasnt feeling so well but still I tried my best in class till the point I couldn't take it anymore and I went to the sick bay. After that I went back to class and attended my geog test although I know that I'll still probably fail. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today is just the worst day of my life. Okay, I can say that I've had worst but today is just screwed fuck balls.&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, although I came to school like super early, I went to class for IRP and in the end got nothing but a notice from D.Sham that I have to serve a three day suspension because of the forgery thing. WTF la please. Like you don't just come to me after I've completely served all my suspensions and say that I have to serve somemore whenever you feel bored. I'm not here for your entertainment (although Adam Lambert might beg to differ) but I for sure ain't gonna entertain you in your little boredom escapades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes I have to serve suspension again starting tomorrow to Friday. WTF?! I couldn't be bothered. Tomorrow is Sebastian's and Shervan's birthday and I for sure ain't gonna sit outside the staff room till 6pm and do nothing! I'm going to take an MC tomorrow and just skip school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I shall put the icing on the cake.. after being notified that I have to serve suspension for another 3 days, my phone got freaking confiscated by the bloody principal. Seriously? Yeah I took it out while in class but can't you just give me a warning or at least confiscate it and let me take it back at the end of the day. NO! I have to collect it on Monday. WTF? Forever getting my phone confiscated on an even day of the week. This is shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes, I'm sorry to say that I couldn't handle all this shit anymore that I burst out in class and threw a freaking table and kicked a chair. You know what? Too freaking bad. Anybody can say that I'm some disciplinary case kid who is forever getting herself into shit but honestly, I don't ask for it. Seriously! I just do my own thing but they always dig up my past. I have only 2 ways in handling things,&lt;br /&gt;1. Keep everything inside and hope that everything goes away.&lt;br /&gt;2. Just completely burst out.&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've just completely burst out because I couldn't care less anymore. I feel that teachers pick on me and constantly are trying to find issues to spite me. And has anyone else noticed that the only teachers who pick on me are all male teachers? Female teachers don't seem to have an issue with me.. why is that? Because all the men are freaking chauvanists who just feel that I'm not submissive enough therefore they're trying to instill some rules on me? I'm sorry but I don't do well with rules, they're more of guidelines for me.&lt;br /&gt;Just go and look at my personality test, "compliance" is almost non-existant. I don't listen to anyone who's an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that my dad would be able to help me get my phone back by the end of today, I called him during break but he told me that he couldn't help me and still told me that I shouldn't have used my phone in class and he cant help me. Fucker.. The one person I thought who could help me out to make this situation less shitty didn't even bother. Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I must have him come down tomorrow morning &amp; I don't plan on coming to school tomorrow because of the suspension! This is shit!&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I've gotta go get an MC, then travel to school to get my phone back after that leave school and meet up with the dudes to celebrate Sebastian's birthday? That's damn stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't have anyone's number who could help me out to get my phone back. And of course they would want someone above 21 to act as if they're my guardian and whatever. Like I said, this is worse than fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can bet you that when TCP took my phone and held it in his hand there were like 10 messages coming in. I hope he thinks that there's some fucking emergency and feels fucking stupid for taking my phone away.&lt;br /&gt;This school's system is fucking screwed and damn flawed. They have immunity for favourite students and teachers/staff and they just couldn't be bothered about everyone else. I seriously feel like burning the school down please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then people made me feel even worst during break time because they went, "Peyton! Why you never reply my text, I've been looking around for you!", "Peyton, I thought you were angry with me siah that you never reply me", "Peyton, why didn't you reply me?"&lt;br /&gt;IT'S BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE MY FUCKING PHONE WITH ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm unstable, I cant control my emotions and I seriously just fuck care the world. I'm not saying this just for myself, this whole phone thing is damn fucked yes I agree but for everyone else also. Like at least if you get caught with your phone once then let the students take back their phone at the end of the day, second time then the next day, third time then one week later la. Fucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this school. Only after 1 year and 4 months later do I realize this school seriously sucks. I've actually thought of being contented with this school and just go through everything without a gliche but ever since this year started and a certain someone who's super anal about rules came and became the co-home tutor of my class, life in school has just become fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.Sham is damn anal about rules. Like even if you have one hair out of place, he makes it seem as if you bloody hell murdered someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. I'm fucking pissed now. I just wanna sign out but like fuck la, I NEED MY PHONE. I can't live without it cheebai.. everybody says that their phone is important to them but you have no idea how important my phone is to ME. Confirm battery's gonna die, 101 texts are gonna come in and 10 calls will arrive at the end of the day...&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THIS SHIT. I'm gonna drag my dad tomorrow to school, take my phone in the morning then leave with him and not go for lessons then go out and meet the rest after that go see shervan.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow ends @ 130pm la.&lt;br /&gt;8am take back phone, go to polyclinic: spend $14.50 and 3 hours, finish that at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how pissed I am right now. I either need to break something or I'll burn the school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-7536106068419283744?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/7536106068419283744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=7536106068419283744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7536106068419283744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7536106068419283744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-worst-than-fucked.html' title='this is worst than &quot;fucked&quot;'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-3442532157426252504</id><published>2010-04-25T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:28:59.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, I haven't blogged in donkey years.. I'm busy &amp;amp; sometimes just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'm doing well and I'm freaking awesome at the moment. I'm loving life and the people in school but it doesn't mean I'm all gung-ho for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I do have a latecoming issue but I don't have issues about handing up work and doing assignments like Jonathan and Jobez :P&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I just have no motivation to go to school but I go anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm doing my GP essay then I've gotta move on my GP comprehension and study topic 5 &amp;amp; 6 for Geog since I've got a test tomorrow. I have to at least get a double digit for this test. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. life's been great for me. I try (try being the key word) not to get involved in people's shit but if they drag me into it, there's much ado about nothing right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I seriously need to finish my essay. I just so happened to look at my blog &amp;amp; it's like dead so just something random I'm posting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cao bitches.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S9RRkiMDhJI/AAAAAAAACUY/pohBYhFQatY/s1600/I_can_touch_the_sky_by_wollywell57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S9RRkiMDhJI/AAAAAAAACUY/pohBYhFQatY/s320/I_can_touch_the_sky_by_wollywell57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464081936001762450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S9RRMtqV2eI/AAAAAAAACUQ/oLMy3YcsEfQ/s1600/I_can_touch_the_sky_by_wollywell57.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-3442532157426252504?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/3442532157426252504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=3442532157426252504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3442532157426252504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3442532157426252504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/04/yeah-i-havent-blogged-in-donkey-years.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S9RRkiMDhJI/AAAAAAAACUY/pohBYhFQatY/s72-c/I_can_touch_the_sky_by_wollywell57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-8059523301320303802</id><published>2010-04-13T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:34:56.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, another week of suspension and it sucks more now than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks cuz of the lack of things to do which makes me end up thinking about a lot of things that I shouldn't be thinking about and the fact that I'm sick which makes it a lot more uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't want to be such a Literature student but,&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, I'm greatful for all the friends that come and visit me in my time of loneliness. They make my day even if it's just a short visit or a "hi" or even just a smile. Something that I really need when I'm alone and down.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S8RIuJCgG1I/AAAAAAAACT4/papU8qGN1j4/s1600/fdc256eb1c5ba32e86050b828a28d02b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S8RIuJCgG1I/AAAAAAAACT4/papU8qGN1j4/s320/fdc256eb1c5ba32e86050b828a28d02b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459568605817477970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-8059523301320303802?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/8059523301320303802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=8059523301320303802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8059523301320303802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8059523301320303802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-another-week-of-suspension-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S8RIuJCgG1I/AAAAAAAACT4/papU8qGN1j4/s72-c/fdc256eb1c5ba32e86050b828a28d02b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-3304854466193703868</id><published>2010-04-10T03:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T03:53:53.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I could explain love in one word, it would have to be trust. Trust that he doesn’t cheat on you, trust that he doesn’t lie to you, trust that he really likes you, trust that he will always be there for you, trust that he can go to a party and not get high or drunk, trust that you don’t have to worry about him breaking up with you ever second you wake up, trust that he will stick up for you, trust that he will never fall in love with another girl, trust that he won’t just get sick of you, and trust that he wants you like you want him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—  via (lisztomaniaa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-3304854466193703868?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/3304854466193703868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=3304854466193703868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3304854466193703868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3304854466193703868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-i-could-explain-love-in-one-word-it.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-66884172651399302</id><published>2010-03-31T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:36:02.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suspended</title><content type='html'>For the next entire week, I would have to sit in front of the staff room and serve in house suspension -.-&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's darn boring here now, everyone's having HT period then they'll be going home or having Adivs match or training ): so I'll still be all alone.&lt;br /&gt;The people who's sat with me the longest would be Cheryl, Rou Urn &amp; Carebear. HAHAHA. The rest are just passing faces.. :P&lt;br /&gt;Carebear is adorable BTW! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm damn bored here and I've pretty much completed my work and I didn't attend class so I don't know what work I have until a friend of mine tells me and that work I'll end up doing it tomorrow during my suspension so that I have something to occupy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here has made my brain corrode. I believe so.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping but then it's like unglamorous :P since it's in the open and not in a classroom and people will walk pass and see me sleeping... no thanks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've run out of things to say so I'll stop here. Damn lethargic...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S7LRFpAA7FI/AAAAAAAACTo/ydKKvSH998E/s1600/boredomposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S7LRFpAA7FI/AAAAAAAACTo/ydKKvSH998E/s320/boredomposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454651993534557266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-66884172651399302?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/66884172651399302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=66884172651399302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/66884172651399302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/66884172651399302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/03/suspended.html' title='suspended'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S7LRFpAA7FI/AAAAAAAACTo/ydKKvSH998E/s72-c/boredomposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-345399778984212609</id><published>2010-03-26T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:39:40.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just another day</title><content type='html'>Alright, i'm in class right now using my phone to blog this post.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a really heartpumping day. I came late because I needed to settle my hair then when I came to school &amp; went for Mr Sham's MOB then we had an argument which led to a massive argument which led to me being sent out of his class. Wow, I know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I was super pissed at him for labelling me as one of the statistics to a disciplinary case student, I quote, "students like you". Well I'm sorry but, I am not one of the statistics! There are definitely people in this school worst than me but they dont get so much shit about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he talked to me saying that he's not picking on me, well believe whatever that is he wants to say but its kind of obvious to the rest of us who see his obvious obsessive favouritsm towards certain students (I shall not name names but we all know who it is). Honestly, I know that teacher have nothing to do &amp; some of them do read my blog (i know ms chin does :P) but I'm being completely honest &amp; afterall, it is MY blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lashing out all my angers and frustrations towards him, I felt so much better when I walked out of class. I felt so relieved as I didn't have to carry the burden of the heavy load of shit &amp; nonsense coming from him. Released everything &amp; it felt good. I dont care whether I'm gonna get into trouble for shouting at the teacher but at least now my conscience is cleared &amp; my system is clean &amp; now I guess I'll take any punishment. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, this morning he talked me to macam nice nice only.. step siol. Tahu I dont like him then for now only speak nicely to me. KNN, I can bet you that after some time everything will go back to the way it was before then masih nak cakap he's not picking on me. ahh! terserah deh! males mau layanin orang orang kayak ghini.. terus, ngomong ama gué attitude gue nggak baik, lihatin dulu ya attitude elo di kaca terus balik ngomong ama gue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-345399778984212609?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/345399778984212609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=345399778984212609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/345399778984212609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/345399778984212609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-just-another-day.html' title='it&apos;s just another day'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-6134673659256876386</id><published>2010-03-18T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:32:45.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was freaking fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Bjorn &amp; Dian @ PS GV to watch Alice In Wonderland. It was nice I guess. But I won't pay to watch it the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie I rushed off the meet the girls then we headed to Supperclub.&lt;br /&gt;Went there with Syaz, Summer, Vienna, Thivya, Dhivya, Ardini, Sanjeev, Justin &amp; Haojie.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Summer, Dhivya &amp; Ardini couldn't get in so only the rest of us went. Haojie left halfway cuz he was freaking drunk. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I sent Sanjeev home first then we talked for awhile before I went home to sleep all the way to 430pm.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I skipped bowling. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry no pics, too busy having fun)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-6134673659256876386?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/6134673659256876386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=6134673659256876386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6134673659256876386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6134673659256876386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-night-was-freaking-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-1239697986931177231</id><published>2010-03-16T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:29:05.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S55gNRNhlxI/AAAAAAAACTg/pxFnBdEQJHY/s1600-h/lovely_by_741mimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448898380239574802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S55gNRNhlxI/AAAAAAAACTg/pxFnBdEQJHY/s320/lovely_by_741mimo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GET OVER YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE&lt;br /&gt;I DID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-1239697986931177231?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/1239697986931177231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=1239697986931177231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1239697986931177231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1239697986931177231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-over-yourself-because-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S55gNRNhlxI/AAAAAAAACTg/pxFnBdEQJHY/s72-c/lovely_by_741mimo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-2215591397750074614</id><published>2010-03-14T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:20:21.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So school holidays have started(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm like super broke. Seriously without money ): Boohoo for me.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I'm going with Syaz, Summer, Thivya, Vienna, Ardini for Ladies' Night. Can't wait, so excited. It's gonna be lotsa fun with those girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has occurred :\ bored cuz I wanna go out just to like hang out or something. Like meet up with someone &amp; just sit &amp; chat till the sun sets that kind but there's nobody to meet up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;So basically for the entire holidays, I think the only day I'm looking forward to would be Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P's out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-2215591397750074614?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/2215591397750074614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=2215591397750074614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2215591397750074614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2215591397750074614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-school-holidays-have-started-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-8736493530329601013</id><published>2010-03-07T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:51:32.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>holi holi hey hey hey hey!</title><content type='html'>OMG, yesterday was fucking fun. Although at the start of the entire day wasn't that great, I thank God that everything was forgotten &amp;amp; everything turned out to be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinesh, Rohit, Logen, Sri, Sanjeev, Delvin, Stephanie, Lisa (her sister), Vienna, Dhivya, Thivya, Ardini, Suz, Ambra, Shreediya &amp;amp; I all went for the Holi festival yesterday. Bloody fun okay.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my contacts got colored too so I had to throw them away when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, all went dancing. When the entire thing ended, wah.. almost got fight sial. Some banglah took pictures of Thivya they all (again) then the dudes went to talk to him ask for his phone &amp;amp; in the phone there were like porn &amp;amp; pictures of naked girls &amp;amp; shit. Then massive gathering of people wanting to know what happened. &amp;amp; this is why people don't trust them.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, government officials, I'm sorry but this isn't racism. This is the real truth of the toughts of people. When you all wanted to build a housing area for them at residential areas, people were complaining because I bet most of them have experienced this kinda shit from them so obviously they wouldn't want to have them living near right? Parents fear when their kids go out for festivals like this at night because of things like this and who can blame them?&lt;br /&gt;Molest cases and all that occur during Christmas celebrations @ Orchard too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holi was fucking fun.. Everyone got colored!&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it, everyone looked damn dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thivya, Vienna, Raj, two other dudes I don't know the names of, Sanjeev, Ardini &amp;amp; I went to Simpang.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left then Sanjeev &amp;amp; I met up with Bryan, Mervyn, Sarah, Hao Jie. I looked like crap.. seriously. I look like some kid with a disease!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bryan's house for drinks &amp;amp; I had a damn nice shower @ Bryan's house. All the color ran out but there are still parts where the color is still there &amp;amp; it's pink. Fucking hell... hahah!&lt;br /&gt;But thank God my face doesn't have the color so obviously. But my nails... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home @ 5am. Slept all the way till today 4pm.. Now I'm damn bored at home.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S5OFGzv_zGI/AAAAAAAACTY/UTbw0s9eF7c/s1600-h/DSCN1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S5OFGzv_zGI/AAAAAAAACTY/UTbw0s9eF7c/s320/DSCN1790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445842726438292578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-8736493530329601013?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/8736493530329601013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=8736493530329601013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8736493530329601013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8736493530329601013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/03/holi-holi-hey-hey-hey-hey.html' title='holi holi hey hey hey hey!'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S5OFGzv_zGI/AAAAAAAACTY/UTbw0s9eF7c/s72-c/DSCN1790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-8375851127468073716</id><published>2010-03-04T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:19:01.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to blog about leh.. how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today because last night I went with Vera, Lynn, Eileen &amp; Dana to Zouk till like 3am.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously planned to go to school today but when Rohit called to give me a wake up call I sat up then fucking tired so I texted him I'm not going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham called me @ 12pm like scolding me like that. I told him I just woke up he like not happy. Screw it la. Couldn't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall grade for the night was: 4/10.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-8375851127468073716?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/8375851127468073716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=8375851127468073716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8375851127468073716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8375851127468073716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-nothing-to-blog-about-leh.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-654883099748615553</id><published>2010-02-23T00:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:54:57.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>hooters</title><content type='html'>Today was shit in the morning because I know that I won't do so well for my exam papers but that's not the important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, I took the bus with Jamie to Little India then took the train to Clarke Quay to meet Lidia.&lt;br /&gt;Initially we planned to eat at the Indian Restaurant but we walked around and pretty much nothing was open in the afternoon &amp;amp; we couldn't find the place so we ended up at Hooters. Suddenly there was like an invasion of angmoh men okay! Lidia felt damn cheena and the best thing of all, Lidia &amp;amp; I were the only females (&lt;em&gt;besides the waitresses&lt;/em&gt;) in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate a lot. The entire day we spent about &lt;strong&gt;$87 on food&lt;/strong&gt; alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dudes at the table next to us ate like 2 plates of 20 piece chicken wings and there was one super hot dude. He smiled and said hi to me.. *melts.&lt;br /&gt;Then the dudes on the other side of our table asked us where's a cool place to party at night, I told him the exact places the waitress told him when he asked her. &lt;em&gt;Trying to strike a conversation? Try harder dude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4K1PwQcXiI/AAAAAAAACSg/IpwKdypnERU/s1600-h/22363_322745218723_613833723_3373981_3002093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441110582073515554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4K1PwQcXiI/AAAAAAAACSg/IpwKdypnERU/s320/22363_322745218723_613833723_3373981_3002093_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lidia &amp;amp; I went to the bridge to camwhore then those same dudes who asked us about the clubbing places came and helped us take a picture (&lt;em&gt;ugly btw&lt;/em&gt;). He then asked, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Do you two happen to have a friend then the 6 of us could head to a club together?"&lt;/span&gt; My reply, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;*points at Lidia*&lt;/em&gt; she's underage"&lt;/span&gt; Their response, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Oh, then it's okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it started to drizzle. Lidia &amp;amp; I headed to Haagen-Daz for dessert.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4K1l42TFYI/AAAAAAAACSo/Hg5Syjm1uNI/s1600-h/DSCN1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441110962336896386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4K1l42TFYI/AAAAAAAACSo/Hg5Syjm1uNI/s320/DSCN1476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halfway through eating our awesome ice cream, this angmoh dude came and because I was sitting facing the door I couldn't not look at him come in the door so I smiled at him then after he bought his ice cream, he came over to our table and asked to take a picture together. Okay.. can't be rude right? He left, went to his friends then came back and asked us whether we smoke 'kocka'. We were like effing blur.. we just said no we don't. He asked whether we wanted drinks &amp;amp; our reply was the simple, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"she's underage"&lt;/span&gt; then he left. After that we found out that 'kocka' was sheesha.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once we were done eating our ice cream, we went back to our fabulous bridge and there was when everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;okay, I don't know if he'll come across my blog then end up reading this but right now.. I don't care!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Lidia &amp;amp; I were doing our usual camwhoring then a group of angmoh dudes came, I was taking a pic of Lidia when one dude asked, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Do you want us to help you take a picture of the two of you?"&lt;/span&gt; And OMG... &lt;strong&gt;sooooo cute&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"No it's okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they left, I made Lidia ask them whether I could take a photo with them. Heehee! And yes we did.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4K0kOrZsfI/AAAAAAAACSY/W25kufYIIbY/s1600-h/DSCN1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441109834325406194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4K0kOrZsfI/AAAAAAAACSY/W25kufYIIbY/s320/DSCN1511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so cute la!&lt;br /&gt;Then they left, after that they came back and of course asked about what we were going to do at night then invited us to go club with them or whatever and we said, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"she's underage"&lt;/span&gt; BUT! omg the cute dude... please arh, *&lt;em&gt;melts&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major hugs :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-654883099748615553?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/654883099748615553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=654883099748615553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/654883099748615553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/654883099748615553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/02/hooters.html' title='hooters'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4K1PwQcXiI/AAAAAAAACSg/IpwKdypnERU/s72-c/22363_322745218723_613833723_3373981_3002093_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-3294388644455706799</id><published>2010-02-13T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:12:30.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU REMEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAY SEAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-3294388644455706799?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/3294388644455706799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=3294388644455706799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3294388644455706799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3294388644455706799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-remember-by-sean-paul.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-7653782591236017648</id><published>2010-02-07T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:15:58.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>i wanna stab myself</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed out with everything in the world. Even stressed out with myself. I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Like I can't even destress because I'll still be stressed thinking about everything. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone please help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-7653782591236017648?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/7653782591236017648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=7653782591236017648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7653782591236017648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7653782591236017648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wanna-stab-myself.html' title='i wanna stab myself'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-2357935299717118515</id><published>2010-01-25T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:49:36.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>inhouse suspension</title><content type='html'>So, I've been serving suspension since this morning at &lt;strong&gt;9am&lt;/strong&gt;. This is my last few minutes of prison before I go home and continue my prison of work and more work. I really feel like taking a cab home to save time and the fact of standing for the entire journey kills me but I don't think I've got the cash to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspension has been pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was dead boring because I just started and I didn't know what to start with. I did MOB case studies that were supposed to be done in class but when the whole shit incident occurred I couldn't be bothered. Then I proceeded onto Math, the remaining questions that I didn't know how to do. Now I'm only left with one question that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I decided to try to watch &lt;em&gt;The Ugly Truth&lt;/em&gt; but the atmosphere of the school is too noisy so I decided to ditch that plan and watch it at home sometime during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was the best decision I've made which was to bring my laptop for inhouse suspension and I think today was quite carefree because no teacher patrolled and asked questions about me, other than my own subject teachers &amp;amp; Mr Pow. So next time I know that if I'm gonna get inhouse suspension I can bring my laptop and use it too. &lt;em&gt;I get to have my cake and eat it too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev was so sweet today. After his lesson ended (at 130pm) he came and told me that he was going home then he sent me a message apologizing at the fact that he couldn't keep me company cuz he was too tired. Then he called me to remind me to eat. CHO CHWEET! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gonna get ready to leave! toodles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-2357935299717118515?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/2357935299717118515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=2357935299717118515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2357935299717118515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2357935299717118515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/01/inhouse-suspension.html' title='inhouse suspension'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-548445292390322207</id><published>2010-01-25T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:17:08.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>shit.</title><content type='html'>I hate this month of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, ever since school started there's only been shit after shit and I'm sick and tired of shit!&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I'm asbolutely not excited to go to school. It's even more fucked up with that new teacher. Yes, I'm so not over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got inhouse suspension to serve tomorrow and my dad's going to talk to the bitches tomorrow over the phone. And I'm going to use this suspension excuse to skip the physical conditioning for the sports teams. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been unable to write in my diary ever since school started, boohoo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't know how to deal with all this shit. Actually, I don't &lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt; to deal with all this shit. It's wasting my precious time. &amp;amp; I've got common test in Feb which is even more screwed up and all the shit is making things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted this year to go by smoothly but I guess that's not happening and ain't gonna happen. I'm going to raise the bar of my personal being and will not let shit pile up all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to shit: FUCK YOURSELF! YOU'RE MESSIN' WITH THE WRONG BITCH.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S1yAUzrCtqI/AAAAAAAACSQ/22XOPe-_qko/s1600-h/Fuck_you_by_sylvesterSD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430356345658455714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S1yAUzrCtqI/AAAAAAAACSQ/22XOPe-_qko/s320/Fuck_you_by_sylvesterSD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-548445292390322207?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/548445292390322207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=548445292390322207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/548445292390322207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/548445292390322207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/01/shit.html' title='shit.'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S1yAUzrCtqI/AAAAAAAACSQ/22XOPe-_qko/s72-c/Fuck_you_by_sylvesterSD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-5988476638628296155</id><published>2010-01-21T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:16:43.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>fml</title><content type='html'>I was online chatting with Sanjeev all the way till 530am and that's when he wanted to go to sleep. So I thought I would get some shut eye too.&lt;br /&gt;Overslept, woke up @ 730am, rushed to school by cab, was late then lost my class because they went somewhere else for lesson. I tried calling everybody, but no reply. Only after IRP did Soleha reply my message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had MOB, and that was the last straw. Mr Sham confiscated my phone because apparently my appointment with the councelor isn't important enough for me to check my phone. She messaged me to confirm with me the timing of our meeting and I didn't even reply her. CEEEEEBAAI. Then I talked to her for like 4 periods and I complained Mr Sham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told her how important I needed my phone so she tried to help me get a way to get it back for me but then Mr Toh, another bitch didn't back me up and instead now he's against me and wants to talk to me about the issue tomorrow. Screw it babe! I have no mood to talk to either one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sham happy happy go home after last period and I waited in school for nothing because I thought I could talk to him after he comes back for lunch with the other econs teachers but he cabut. KNNB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wasted all my time sitting in school waiting for him, Mr Toh, Mr Singh and in the end for all of them to tell me that if my father doesn't come down to collect it then I can only get my phone on Monday. FO la! So I called my dad and told him that my idiot of a teacher confiscated my phone and he said that he'll come down to school tomorrow morning to help me get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you arh.. Mr Sham can't waltz into 09A3 thinking that he owns this shit. 09A3 is my crib, my street, my west coast, my 305, my 426, 312.. so if he's trying to come in here and take over this place then we shall rage war! He will not leave with his life. 09A3 will defend what is ours and he will not take our land.&lt;br /&gt;Come, somebody call the teruuk-naii (from Avatar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I swear, I don't think I will wanna talk to either one of my HTs until I've forgiven them. I think I'll really have something agaist Mr Sham from now on... now that I know his true colors, I'm not going to give him the chance of saying what he wants to say to me. Since he didn't let me talk and he didn't listen to my explanation then fuck him. If he wants to talk to me I'll give him the hand and ask him to talk to it because the face is tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNNCBMF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-5988476638628296155?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/5988476638628296155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=5988476638628296155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5988476638628296155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5988476638628296155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/01/fml.html' title='fml'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-144093841882538092</id><published>2010-01-16T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:40:30.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>death by papercut</title><content type='html'>First week of school is over and the first weekend since school started is also ending. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the beginning of school was just stressful. OMG, first day and we're already bombarded with what we can expect for the entire year. Day two we're bombarded with all the deadlines for overdue work and by day three, we're stacked with new work. I'll die from all the work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to see all my classmates again and of course I miss Rueban, Vienna, Jeevitha and Namira! But we have new classmates: Donovan, Suriya, Syazanna.. :D and I'm glad that we have awesome people in our class because it's important that we have a condusive learning experience right and classmates are friends and friends are the family that you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the week I went over to Sanjeev's place and I ended up staying over all the way until now. Yes, I'm blogging now at Sanjeev's house. Man, I was so stressed out that on Thursday I was pretty much looking forward to school however I woke up so late that I missed school. LOL. Stressful la babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now that school's started posts are going to be boring, there'll be sparse updates and the only time I will update is when something down right interesting happens. Actually, no.. I would tweet that. HAHAHA. So I really don't know when I'll update. Maybe if there's a date/outing that consists of pictures or a whirl of adventures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it then(: arios mi amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-144093841882538092?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/144093841882538092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=144093841882538092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/144093841882538092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/144093841882538092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/01/death-by-papercut.html' title='death by papercut'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-6869529067078267001</id><published>2010-01-07T02:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T02:41:23.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>revelations</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday was my first time meeting Vienna again after a really &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;REALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; long time. But before I met her I met up with Sanjeev and Hao Jie in the middle of the night over at Simpang. Then headed over to Sanjeev's place for the night. The next day he and I got ready to do our stuff. Once he was ready, we took a cab down to Newton. He bought food then took a cab to meet his friends and I walked back to the MRT station to take the train to Somerset station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train ride there I was thinking, should I just wait for Vienna at the MRT station or should I just go walk around first on my own? Ah what the heck right? Nobody knows me and so what if they thought I was a loser to be in town on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to 313 @ Somerset and walked right into Forever 21. Looked at the clothes and didn't really like anything until I came to the 4th floor, which was the 'Bohemian' section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and there I saw a really cute bubble-like dress that was yellow. There was nothing to lose and more time to kill so I just went to try it on. Loved it &amp;amp; it was only $23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienna finally came and I bought the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienna and I then headed to the basement for lunch. We ate at The Handburger(yes I spelt it correctly)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S0TShpzfnNI/AAAAAAAACR4/eMau1QaMFP8/s1600-h/DSCN1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423691326860270802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S0TShpzfnNI/AAAAAAAACR4/eMau1QaMFP8/s320/DSCN1231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neither of us has been there before and they were having a promotion. We thought we'd try something new for a change besides the usual fast foods (well, it was that or Marche) and the prices were pretty reasonable. Alright, we ordered from the promotional menu. The serving plate was damn cute and the knife was damn weird. You can't put it down properly, it'll keep flipping upwards so the blade is facing the air. Dangerous, but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burgers were big man!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S0TTfLCyPJI/AAAAAAAACSA/ei2csbPgvUg/s1600-h/DSCN1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423692383754796178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S0TTfLCyPJI/AAAAAAAACSA/ei2csbPgvUg/s320/DSCN1230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't finish the meal but Vienna did. Amazing! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we walked to Orchard Ion then took a bus to City Hall. We walked to Suntec, I bought a pair of Rubi Shoes and some Rubi braclets. Oh! And nailpolish from Faceshop.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S0TUD58fmxI/AAAAAAAACSI/qYntNmJUVGY/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100106_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423693014820166418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S0TUD58fmxI/AAAAAAAACSI/qYntNmJUVGY/s320/Snapshot_20100106_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what it looks like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it was to match with the yellow dress I just bought but continue reading to find out what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, V &amp;amp; I ended up at Millennia Walk where we slacked for a while at Starbucks and tried to camwhore. That was where we made our new year resolutions together. We've pledged to maintain a healthy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will exercise without complains, eat healthy, have a healthy eating schedule and habits! That we must do. No more late night suppers, no more snacking, cut down the soft drinks, avoid the junk food... the whole nine yards. Seriously, we thought the holidays wouldn't affect us in that way but apparently it did and this year I'm going to have to go through NAPHA in the beginning of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditched the camwhoring idea and we headed off to City Hall station. V left and I was about to walk to my bus stop where I decided to check my phone for some subconscious reason and I had a missed call from Sanjeev. Called him back and he was at Orchard so I waited for him at City Hall. He came, we talked about his day, showed him what I bought then we took the train to Tanah Merah where we walked to Simpang and met up with Bryan, Mervyn, Sarah, Asri &amp;amp; Hao Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hao Jie sent me back home. This morning I woke up at 12pm and thought I'll give myself and Sanjeev a 30 minute snooze period. 1230pm I woke up, called Sanjeev twice, he didn't pick up. I went back to sleep, woke up at 115pm, called him again, still no answer. At 130pm I tried again, he was still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, I went to bathe, got ready then called him again. He picked up and told me that he was going to eat first. Fine, I was eating anyway. I decided to wear my yellow dress. However I just thought of asking him what he was going to wear... He replied, jeans and tshirt. Damn.. he was going casual. So I changed out of my yellow dress and wore shorts &amp;amp; tanktop. LOL. At least it still matched my nail color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev picked me up in the cab and we headed off to Lower Delta where he went to make his school pants. Told him, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I painted my nails.. nice?"&lt;/span&gt; His reply, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"yeah, so goth"&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Lower Delta we cabbed down to Great World City. We watched Avatar 3D. It was good the first time and it was awesome in 3D! Sanjeev liked it a lot and I knew he would. Well, when they've been making it for 13 years they better come up with an awesome movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the movie was over, Sanjeev and I cabbed down to Simpang where we met up with Mervyn and Hao Jie. Those boys talked for hours and in a way listening to these 3 boys talk it wasn't as boring until it started getting to 12am.. I started yawning. I couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Hao Jie sent me back. We talk a lot in the car...kinda funny too. So that was the entire day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sanjeev and I, tsktsktsk... my favourite phrase to him, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"You really don't treat me like a human!"&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-6869529067078267001?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/6869529067078267001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=6869529067078267001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6869529067078267001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6869529067078267001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/01/revelations.html' title='revelations'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S0TShpzfnNI/AAAAAAAACR4/eMau1QaMFP8/s72-c/DSCN1231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-2552269591745431913</id><published>2010-01-01T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:46:27.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>a slice of happiness</title><content type='html'>Alright alright.. it's the new year. Can you believe that? I sure can't. I still feel like it's the 31st of December. (&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I wish it was still the 31st December 2009&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my message to everyone out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my old friends who are still with me, thanks for constantly being there and letting me know that too. For always standing by my side and listening to all my jokes, complains and worries. For sharing with me your thoughts and opinions, for being open and protective also for being the greatest friends money can't buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my old friends who are no longer keeping in touch, it's okay and I just hope that you all live life wonderfully and all the best wishes to you in the future. Thanks for making my life filled with spice and color, with splashes of excitement and wonder. You guys make my life an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my new friends, it's been great getting to know you and also I'd like to thank each and every one of you for opening up to me and being my friend. May this new year bring us more cool adventures and stories to share. Struggles we'll go through together and experiences we can all share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my haters (&lt;em&gt;I know I have many&lt;/em&gt;), there's two choices for you guys:&lt;br /&gt;1. You all can continue to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;2. You all can choose to let go and move on and totally forget about me.&lt;br /&gt;Either way it's your choice so.. thanks for being my haters. You guys make life exciting and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now here's my stories:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;strong&gt;30th December&lt;/strong&gt; I met up with Rachel and we met at Somerset. We went to watch Sherlock Holmes&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sz34QI905ZI/AAAAAAAACRw/NfNKTEEsm7Y/s1600-h/sherlock_holmes_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421762482592343442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sz34QI905ZI/AAAAAAAACRw/NfNKTEEsm7Y/s320/sherlock_holmes_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wouldn't say that the movie is fantastic but it's average to watch. I think there wasn't enough action and alot of talk so it made me kind of tired and sleepy. It's the kind of movie you won't pay money to watch twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Rachel and I headed down to Simpang for dinner. I called Sanjeev who called Bryan along and she called Aga who called his friend Daniel along. Amazingly, Aga, Sanjeev and Bryan became friends very fast. After Simpang, Rachel, Aga, Sanjeev, Bryan &amp;amp; I went down to Parkway Center where we met Hao Jie and we played pool. First the guys were playing and Rachel and I played that stupid photohunt game. Then around 1am plus Aga &amp;amp; Rachel went back. I played pool with the boys. Also we played monopoly on Bryan's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev says that I can play pool. And interestingly enough I suddenly became good at it. Last time I went with Sanjeev alone to Tampines SAFRA to play pool and I sucked balls man. This time, I actually beat Hao Jie. A clean game okay... all my balls plus the 8-ball. MUAHAHAHAHA! Of course with the guidance of Sanjeev but I still beat Hao Jie and yes I am freaking proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;Sialah.. I'm turning into an ahlian.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31st December&lt;/strong&gt; I went to Bryan's place first then we went to pick up Asri, Sanjeev, Amelia and Hao Jie to head down to SAF Yatch Club for dinner. The food was not bad the place was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went to Sanjeev's place and spent the countdown there. Uncle and auntie opened wine. Bryan and Hao Jie didn't drink the wine because: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Oh, we're driving."&lt;/span&gt; The moment the clock struck 12AM and it became 2010 I just had an uneasy feeling. I don't know why.. I just hope nothing bad happens in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;As Amelia said, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"New year, same bullshit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all headed out. We drove to Upper Thomson Road then to Chua Chu Kang then to Upper Seletar Reservoir then back.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to meet my dad for dinner and again we ate at Marche. Sanjeev dropped me off at East Point then headed down to Jurong for Surein's birthday party and also I guess to spend the new year with his relatives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;what a cliche&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-2552269591745431913?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/2552269591745431913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=2552269591745431913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2552269591745431913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2552269591745431913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2010/01/slice-of-happiness.html' title='a slice of happiness'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sz34QI905ZI/AAAAAAAACRw/NfNKTEEsm7Y/s72-c/sherlock_holmes_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-7348099123407640964</id><published>2009-12-25T21:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:43:47.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>ho ho hoe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(21 Dec)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sanjeev at Tampines Mall and we got his watch strap done because it broke or something like that then we were supposed to go to Harbour Front to repair his HTC phone but he was lazy to travel all the way there so we went to 3 different cinemas looking for Avatar 3D but they were either sold out or 2 rows from the front. So we ended up having dinner at BBQ Chicken over at E-Hub.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really long time since we went out just to eat. Told baby my secret to how I am loaded... LOL! So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From E-Hub we went to Tanah Merah where we met Justin, Bryan picked us up then we went to pick up Hao Jie from his house before we all headed down to the Pool Spot. Bryan lent me his laptop to watch a movie but it died halfway. After pool Bryan came over to Sanjeev's place where the three of us played poker for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(23 Dec)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lidia &amp;amp; I had our Christmas outing!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SzTFwC5iX_I/AAAAAAAACRI/NvGR-NWRsjg/s1600-h/Lidia+%26+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SzTFwC5iX_I/AAAAAAAACRI/NvGR-NWRsjg/s400/Lidia+%26+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419173680836141042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did some catching up, window shopped and ate at Carls' Jr.&lt;br /&gt;At around 6pm we left for Parkway. There we did some shopping at the mega cotton on. LOL. And for the first time she got to meet Sanjeev.&lt;br /&gt;She left and I stayed on. Went over to Sanjeev's place that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(24 Dec)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to attend a Christmas party by the tribe. It was fun and the food wasn't bad either. Made a new friend.. "Candy". KIDDING! Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SzTIwCyfsnI/AAAAAAAACRQ/5pgKiV8hiB8/s1600-h/anthea%27s+place.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SzTIwCyfsnI/AAAAAAAACRQ/5pgKiV8hiB8/s400/anthea%27s+place.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419176979341488754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we all headed to Expo for Christmas STOMP. Honestly, it wasn't that bad just that I think the play's ending was kinda abrupt but the turn out was amazing. Total full house!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SzTJE4bi9cI/AAAAAAAACRY/wDoqub--K5g/s1600-h/DSCN1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SzTJE4bi9cI/AAAAAAAACRY/wDoqub--K5g/s400/DSCN1197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419177337338131906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we were sitting right at the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it was over and we managed to weave ourselves through the crowd, Pheebs and I went to Parkway Parade to check out the place but it was already closed. Everything was closed, even the hawker center was closed so there was only one place for us to eat which was Macs.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sanjeev called and asked if I wanted to go over since everyone was gonna play poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(25 Dec)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas arrived at 12AM and Asri, Sanjeev, Hao Jie and I were in Bryan's car. LOL. I was crushed in the center. The boys played poker (Justin &amp;amp; Matthew too). At around 3 we headed to 7-11. The 4 boys were walking in front while Bryan and I were walking at the back. All the funny things we could come up with... "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weresquirrel&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon I went back to change before meeting my dad for Christmas dinner at Marche over at 313 Somerset. OMG, 313 Somerset is like awesome! A 3 story F21 &amp;amp; a 3 story Zara! Wow.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SzTLcaZXEuI/AAAAAAAACRg/_di_lDIcfko/s1600-h/DSCN1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SzTLcaZXEuI/AAAAAAAACRg/_di_lDIcfko/s400/DSCN1209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419179940616016610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Came home and opened my Christmas present from my dad.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SzTNlH-IzvI/AAAAAAAACRo/UIgRycJ-tDA/s1600-h/laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SzTNlH-IzvI/AAAAAAAACRo/UIgRycJ-tDA/s400/laptop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419182289312075506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well although it's not the laptop I wished for but at least it's still a laptop and now I've got 2 functional laptops.&lt;br /&gt;I guess with the new laptop I've gotta apply the "guy-rule" on it. Which is, I'll get to know the laptop first before I continue to judge it's looks. But seriously, I don't like the look. The outside is still acceptable but the keypads isn't to my liking. Oh wells... hopefully I get accustomed to Windows 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But either way, I thank God that daddy bought me a new laptop. I'm happy that he did! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-7348099123407640964?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/7348099123407640964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=7348099123407640964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7348099123407640964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7348099123407640964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-hoe.html' title='ho ho hoe?'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SzTFwC5iX_I/AAAAAAAACRI/NvGR-NWRsjg/s72-c/Lidia+%26+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-2960935198712192134</id><published>2009-12-20T22:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:12:37.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>awesome foresome!</title><content type='html'>Went with Sarah, Mervyn, Haojie &amp;amp; Bryan to Sanjeev's house at around 1 in the morning last night. The guys played poker while we girls had our long girl talks as usual. Fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at around 7 or 8am, I honestly have no clue then Sanjeev and I woke up at around 1pm and then we went to watch Twilight Saga: New Moon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy48HWK3UUI/AAAAAAAACPw/9qUzkj5ZofA/s1600-h/new-moon-poster-teaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy48HWK3UUI/AAAAAAAACPw/9qUzkj5ZofA/s320/new-moon-poster-teaser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417333498681184578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was good. Major dose of hotness! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really appreciate Sanjeev for purposely waking up although he was dead tired, got dressed, went all the way down to Kallang Leisure Park just to watch the movie with me. :D&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed down to Rachel's place for her Christmas dinner. Great food!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49NqeSrbI/AAAAAAAACQY/JllnJSMMLZs/s1600-h/DSCN1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49NqeSrbI/AAAAAAAACQY/JllnJSMMLZs/s320/DSCN1013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417334706722221490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49NMLBCbI/AAAAAAAACQQ/nMHTT-9I0Tc/s1600-h/DSCN1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49NMLBCbI/AAAAAAAACQQ/nMHTT-9I0Tc/s320/DSCN1012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417334698588309938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49M5z2wHI/AAAAAAAACQI/LsE2W6Tb-MU/s1600-h/DSCN1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49M5z2wHI/AAAAAAAACQI/LsE2W6Tb-MU/s320/DSCN1011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417334693659328626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49MalxxMI/AAAAAAAACQA/AZaAev5-1F4/s1600-h/DSCN1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49MalxxMI/AAAAAAAACQA/AZaAev5-1F4/s320/DSCN1010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417334685278782658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49MI03vII/AAAAAAAACP4/vx-vGOFDyQA/s1600-h/DSCN1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49MI03vII/AAAAAAAACP4/vx-vGOFDyQA/s320/DSCN1009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417334680510250114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49mHEEbnI/AAAAAAAACQw/zHmfTTjSl0w/s1600-h/DSCN1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49mHEEbnI/AAAAAAAACQw/zHmfTTjSl0w/s320/DSCN1019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417335126713724530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49ligjEHI/AAAAAAAACQo/PMVEcURylws/s1600-h/DSCN1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49ligjEHI/AAAAAAAACQo/PMVEcURylws/s320/DSCN1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417335116901060722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49lCqBcPI/AAAAAAAACQg/zsFGj0POuDc/s1600-h/DSCN1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy49lCqBcPI/AAAAAAAACQg/zsFGj0POuDc/s320/DSCN1014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417335108350865650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went back with a loaded stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sanjeev &amp;amp; Lithia came back from Australia.. They brought back for me awesome stuff! Totally love them. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy4-ELjaGXI/AAAAAAAACRA/ijlJxcqDKjM/s1600-h/presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy4-ELjaGXI/AAAAAAAACRA/ijlJxcqDKjM/s320/presents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417335643314985330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy4-D9sJlkI/AAAAAAAACQ4/GfIWTq03Z1g/s1600-h/sand%2Bbottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy4-D9sJlkI/AAAAAAAACQ4/GfIWTq03Z1g/s320/sand%2Bbottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417335639593555522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a passerby who talked to me over plugoo. He/she asked me why I don't blog regularly anymore. Wells, I'll only blog if there's events to blog about or if I'm even at home. Anyways, 'thanks' to that passerby. For showing me that my posts are appreciated! :D I love my readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-2960935198712192134?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/2960935198712192134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=2960935198712192134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2960935198712192134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2960935198712192134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/12/awesome-foresome.html' title='awesome foresome!'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sy48HWK3UUI/AAAAAAAACPw/9qUzkj5ZofA/s72-c/new-moon-poster-teaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-4603226701458963827</id><published>2009-12-08T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:17:13.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>is it christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It would be great to be able to have all these. Always wanted to have a complete make up set.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sx4Yprr9R4I/AAAAAAAACPg/Zr9iqxiVT9Y/s1600-h/makeup-kit-708299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sx4Yprr9R4I/AAAAAAAACPg/Zr9iqxiVT9Y/s320/makeup-kit-708299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412790906526713730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brush kit&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sx4Yo-BKkTI/AAAAAAAACPY/FLxk1jFtKfk/s1600-h/make_up_brush_set_20pcs_g2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sx4Yo-BKkTI/AAAAAAAACPY/FLxk1jFtKfk/s320/make_up_brush_set_20pcs_g2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412790894267633970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eyeshadow kit&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sx4YoKFrgdI/AAAAAAAACPQ/p9OcsBZc36I/s1600-h/88coloreyeshadowpalette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sx4YoKFrgdI/AAAAAAAACPQ/p9OcsBZc36I/s320/88coloreyeshadowpalette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412790880327926226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blush kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sx4YnuFLZII/AAAAAAAACPA/1zi1fKYnQe4/s1600-h/26shadowblushcombopalette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sx4YnuFLZII/AAAAAAAACPA/1zi1fKYnQe4/s320/26shadowblushcombopalette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412790872809628802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lip color  kit&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sx4Yn-kPVMI/AAAAAAAACPI/swKz-CyAZJI/s1600-h/66colorlippalette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sx4Yn-kPVMI/AAAAAAAACPI/swKz-CyAZJI/s320/66colorlippalette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412790877234877634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/32443520-4603226701458963827?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/4603226701458963827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=4603226701458963827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/4603226701458963827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/4603226701458963827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-christmas.html' title='is it christmas?'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sx4Yprr9R4I/AAAAAAAACPg/Zr9iqxiVT9Y/s72-c/makeup-kit-708299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-7013688395709456236</id><published>2009-12-07T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T02:48:02.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HEAVEN IS JUST A FEW DAYS AWAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sxv8Pbw30II/AAAAAAAACO4/KDCfRNZb3qI/s1600-h/Heaven_by_werol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sxv8Pbw30II/AAAAAAAACO4/KDCfRNZb3qI/s320/Heaven_by_werol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412196719296761986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-7013688395709456236?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/7013688395709456236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=7013688395709456236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7013688395709456236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7013688395709456236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/12/heaven-is-just-few-days-away-d.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sxv8Pbw30II/AAAAAAAACO4/KDCfRNZb3qI/s72-c/Heaven_by_werol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-8638992684091236170</id><published>2009-12-03T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:56:10.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>daphne fish!</title><content type='html'>In the morning Abigail, Daphne, Kenneth and I headed down to AMK Hub for lunch before going for the line judging for badminton over at Yio Chu Kang stadium. At AMK Hub I bought new shoes!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxfdLYUhpAI/AAAAAAAACOg/Rq4FhY5K2W0/s1600-h/DSCN0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxfdLYUhpAI/AAAAAAAACOg/Rq4FhY5K2W0/s320/DSCN0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411036664885781506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for the people who knows me, yes I do have the exact identical shoe but with heels, this one are flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out when we got to the stadium, we didn't have slots for today but Abigail and Kenneth were given jobs so technically I went all the way there for nothing! Sat there watching match after match of badminton for 4 freaking hours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm so sick and tired of badminton I'm definitely ain't watching it during the SEA Games. The teacher didn't give me a slot because he said that I needed to go for training. Well, if he hadn't gone M.I.A then I wouldn't be in that situation... *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angry face&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the afternoon shift, which ended at 6PM, Daphne, Kenneth, Abigail and I went over to Daphne's mom's office and over there was this French woman and she had a baby strapped onto her stomach and the baby was so adorable! So adorable in fact that I started missing Shervan! That baby 'Owen' reminded me of Shervan so much.. everything from the way he gnawed on his strap to those fat thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Daphne's mom was done with the client, all of us including her dad headed off for dinner over at Marina Square's Centerstage Shabu-Shabu. OMG, I've never eaten so much in one go... I swear my stomach increased it's size 5 times! Ate 20 plates of meat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSANE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that wasn't enough, we headed to Ice Cream Chefs for dessert.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxfemfJYvQI/AAAAAAAACOw/_OGAORo2UdY/s1600-h/DSCN0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxfemfJYvQI/AAAAAAAACOw/_OGAORo2UdY/s320/DSCN0932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411038230086204674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sxfel6W53MI/AAAAAAAACOo/TQl3zZxbSfY/s1600-h/DSCN0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sxfel6W53MI/AAAAAAAACOo/TQl3zZxbSfY/s320/DSCN0933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411038220210789570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joke of the day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's such a thing called a Daphne fish and she met Dory fish and together they went finding Nemo"&lt;br /&gt;why is this the joke? Because Daphne's just as blur as Dory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-8638992684091236170?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/8638992684091236170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=8638992684091236170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8638992684091236170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8638992684091236170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/12/daphne-fish.html' title='daphne fish!'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxfdLYUhpAI/AAAAAAAACOg/Rq4FhY5K2W0/s72-c/DSCN0937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-6346530056218486426</id><published>2009-11-30T21:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:11:53.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>good hair day</title><content type='html'>Alright, so you've heard me say so many times that I'm dead bored being at home and with nothing to do so on Sunday I met Abigail, Panda and Dionne at the Airport for lunch and on the way back home, Abigail and me dropped by Watson's first and there I saw hair dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something spontaneous, different and I've just got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up early, met Abigail at the bus stop over at Parkway, bought breakfast from KFC. Went home, ate breakfast first then we started the hair process. It took us 2 freaking hours to dye my entire hair! Goodness griefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's some pics:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxPRRbtAoAI/AAAAAAAACN4/DWAo2xxPYdc/s1600/DSCN0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxPRRbtAoAI/AAAAAAAACN4/DWAo2xxPYdc/s320/DSCN0864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409897674826620930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the concoction.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxPRRxI75UI/AAAAAAAACOA/OV4m4mA38hM/s1600/DSCN0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxPRRxI75UI/AAAAAAAACOA/OV4m4mA38hM/s320/DSCN0873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409897680580896066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mixing the thing evenly.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxPRSPWtzzI/AAAAAAAACOI/B3vrkYiNdlw/s1600/DSCN0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxPRSPWtzzI/AAAAAAAACOI/B3vrkYiNdlw/s320/DSCN0893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409897688691756850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"battle wounds"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxPRSiWRhsI/AAAAAAAACOQ/16y_2YMi0GU/s1600/DSCN0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxPRSiWRhsI/AAAAAAAACOQ/16y_2YMi0GU/s320/DSCN0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409897693790176962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the final product&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxPRTM7EL7I/AAAAAAAACOY/qpnmbvoo_8c/s1600/DSCN0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxPRTM7EL7I/AAAAAAAACOY/qpnmbvoo_8c/s320/DSCN0905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409897705218781106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Excuse the unglam pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color came out evenly which I am very happy with. My hair isn't dry, which I'm ultra happy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to Sentosa to meet up with the people supposedly there for Aaron's birthday celebrations. Reached there, few minutes later, went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-6346530056218486426?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/6346530056218486426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=6346530056218486426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6346530056218486426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6346530056218486426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-hair-day.html' title='good hair day'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxPRRbtAoAI/AAAAAAAACN4/DWAo2xxPYdc/s72-c/DSCN0864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-4322655392001875489</id><published>2009-11-29T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:17:30.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxKAltMlmfI/AAAAAAAACNw/jBOMTFVLYAo/s1600/rockcampheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxKAltMlmfI/AAAAAAAACNw/jBOMTFVLYAo/s320/rockcampheader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409527487701293554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the place where you get to learn how to become the Rock Star you've always wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;If you've always wanted to start a band but don't know how to do it and take it to the next level, this is the camp for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days filled with amazing musical activities! Everything from songwriting to even recording a song with your band and watching performances from other groups and you get to show everyone else what you've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got the interest in music and aspire to live through music... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;sign up now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://antenna.com.sg/rock-camp/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ http://antenna.com.sg/rock-camp/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-4322655392001875489?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/4322655392001875489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=4322655392001875489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/4322655392001875489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/4322655392001875489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/11/rock-camp.html' title='rock camp'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxKAltMlmfI/AAAAAAAACNw/jBOMTFVLYAo/s72-c/rockcampheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-5664266322416365762</id><published>2009-11-28T00:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:42:49.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>fly me off to another land</title><content type='html'>So the day came and it's the 24th of November. Sanjeev and Lithia left for Perth. In the morning Sanjeev and I took the train together but I went home first to change and at 3PM I met Dinesh at the Airport. That funny fellow!&lt;br /&gt;We reached Terminal 1 and we were looking for Sanjeev but we couldn't find him. Then Dinesh asked me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"You know this new invention called the handphone?"&lt;/span&gt; And I actually replied, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"No.."&lt;/span&gt; LOL! He was being sarcastic. Idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev's uncle.. handsome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siol&lt;/span&gt;! hahaha. From 5.45pm, the flight was delayed to 7.10pm. Must be God's divine intervention(: Auntie Ranjit is a very interesting character. Well of course, because she and I are Aquarians and our birth dates are 2 days away from each other so of course we're more alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And I found out on that day that Uncle Ramesh didn't use to like me! Okay, so last time when I wrote about the fact that I felt a vibe that he didn't like me it was real! Sanjeev still can tell me that I was over thinking. But now we're cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending them off, Justin, Amy, Dinesh and I went to Terminal 3 and slacked for a while. We played tai di and that 4 card 21 game. My goodness.. that game's starting to make my head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train back with Justin and now the 4 of us have an inside joke, "no air no air!"&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Rachel's house to stay over. If I didn't stay over, I think I would have cried myself to sleep. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I woke up early with Rachel, went home and got ready cuz I was meeting Vienna, Joanne and Markus to go to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;My first time into Sentosa's Merlion.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAHay6h7gI/AAAAAAAACMw/Pg42o-ctqAQ/s1600/DSCN0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAHay6h7gI/AAAAAAAACMw/Pg42o-ctqAQ/s320/DSCN0764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408831309397224962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAHaWtdkDI/AAAAAAAACMo/_Ua2kwORz6s/s1600/DSCN0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAHaWtdkDI/AAAAAAAACMo/_Ua2kwORz6s/s320/DSCN0773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408831301826220082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and at that moment, Sanjeev called me from Perth telling me that he's there and safe! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"See Lithia, I leave her for one day and she goes to Sentosa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2pm I left the three wonderful people to see Abigail for the Badminton training which turned out to be a total waste of my time because there's going to be another training day all the way at Yio Chu Kang stadium. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, still must love your sister in Christ!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAIEKbLeII/AAAAAAAACNA/zhu-G4goqno/s1600/DSCN0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAIEKbLeII/AAAAAAAACNA/zhu-G4goqno/s320/DSCN0789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408832020082817154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAIDs_V2xI/AAAAAAAACM4/XfbamldPpg8/s1600/DSCN0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAIDs_V2xI/AAAAAAAACM4/XfbamldPpg8/s320/DSCN0781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408832012181429010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th November, I headed over to Rachel's house in the evening and we got dressed up to at least hope look older than 18years old so that we could enter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bar None&lt;/span&gt; over at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marriott Hotel&lt;/span&gt; to listen to Rachel's uncle perform. The band performs well.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAJMlvDmKI/AAAAAAAACNQ/cZHOd1TQPq8/s1600/DSCN0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAJMlvDmKI/AAAAAAAACNQ/cZHOd1TQPq8/s320/DSCN0814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408833264364525730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the train ride to Orchard, I bumped into Andrew. He just finished a date with Markus and Vienna and they were in the same train as me and Rachel from Pasir Ris.. what are the odds right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bar, Rachel and I drank Virgin Margarita Lime. And it tastes like crap BTW. I actually wished someone would rescue me from it and ask me to have a real drink. I would even chug down a bottle of beer.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAI_uobGUI/AAAAAAAACNI/tjp-gqpBmdo/s1600/DSCN0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAI_uobGUI/AAAAAAAACNI/tjp-gqpBmdo/s320/DSCN0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408833043414325570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woke up at 1PM thanks to Renee and Mocca.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAKOI_tJLI/AAAAAAAACNo/54eA6gZYDes/s1600/DSCN0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAKOI_tJLI/AAAAAAAACNo/54eA6gZYDes/s320/DSCN0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408834390521095346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAKN9FbxpI/AAAAAAAACNg/qt55uE8HdSg/s1600/DSCN0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAKN9FbxpI/AAAAAAAACNg/qt55uE8HdSg/s320/DSCN0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408834387323897490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Managed to upload some photos onto facebook using Rachel's laptop in the afternoon. In the evening Rachel and Renee wanted to go to Orchard to shop and I didn't have anything to wear anyway so I went home. Splurged on dinner with Carls' Jr since I was in deep depression. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 11.35pm Sanjeev sent me a text. So sweet! And that poor boy of mine. Living in hell with the sun rising at 4.30am and setting at 8pm. 14 1/2hours of day and only 7 1/2 hours of night. Vampire's hell!&lt;br /&gt;Then he called me and we talked for a while.. miss him loads! And he got himself a book on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Libra&lt;/span&gt; and he read to me a part. And the best part is that it says Libra and Aquarius are a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; match. Yeah you read that right, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; match. And my birth date+Aquarius makes me the best partner for him. Told you people that even the stars are on our side.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things stated in that book about the two of us are so very true.&lt;br /&gt;Air+Air=Wind. Imagine that... And the inside joke is about my air going off to Australia. Remember "no air no air"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called from Perth and talked to me, told me about the awesome t-shirts he's bought and read to me the Libra book and then he says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Okay, I've gotta go sleep. My cousin can't sleep cuz I'm talking to you. I'll talk to you tomorrow or something. Love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he said that his cousin can't sleep cuz he was talking to me, I imagined his cousin standing over him with his arms on his hips, with his eyebrows arched, lips pursed and toe tapping the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what's happened recently. When exciting things happen I'll blog again.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-5664266322416365762?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/5664266322416365762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=5664266322416365762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5664266322416365762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5664266322416365762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/11/fly-me-off-to-another-land.html' title='fly me off to another land'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SxAHay6h7gI/AAAAAAAACMw/Pg42o-ctqAQ/s72-c/DSCN0764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-5643970827262258121</id><published>2009-11-23T21:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:37:40.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>confessions part iii</title><content type='html'>This is part 3 and my 500th blog post(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th November was the last day of school for the entire year. When school ended I couldn't believe it. The year just went in a flash. I still remember clearly the first day I stepped foot on campus and now, it's over. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of school I went late, reached during break, skipped MOB lesson with V. After school, headed down to Vienna's place. Washed up and we went out. We had lunch at Iluma and hung out at the Singapore Flyer.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SwqQJkdI-uI/AAAAAAAACMA/cuF753U6Rx0/s1600/DSCN0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SwqQJkdI-uI/AAAAAAAACMA/cuF753U6Rx0/s200/DSCN0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407292796690823906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ended the night with going back to her place and slacked for a while before going home. I left my bowling bag at her place. I've got to take it back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening of 10th November I had dinner with Sheqal at Parkway's Carl's Jr. then we went to Macs to slack. Talked a lot then I passed him the poncho and sleeping bag before he went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning the next day, Sanjeev called me at 7am to ask me to head down. I was too tired and told him that I'll go down after I wake up. I went over, we slept for a while then at 2pm we went to meet Bryan and Asri for pool. They ended playing pool at 11pm. That night Sanjeev said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I like the way you think. We can be Bonnie and Clyde"&lt;/span&gt;. Inside joke(:&lt;br /&gt;Lithia came over the next day and the 4 of us played poker at night and slept at 6am. On Friday, Lithia and Sanjeev both woke up early because they both had to go to school for 2 different things. Lithia was for the kindness week thing and Sanjeev was to find out his promotional status. In the afternoon Sanjeev came back with Bryan then they went off to play pool again.&lt;br /&gt;14 November, Auntie, Sanjeev, Lithia, Cassilda, Shawn, Shervan, Bing and I went to swim. Sanjeev had a fashion malfunction during swimming. Funny shit! :D That night after my shower, I fell sick. Like really sick. I felt super cold and weak that I wore his sweater then went to sleep around 7pm. Sanjeev stopped playing guitar and came to take a nap with me too. Awww. The rest of the family went to play badminton downstairs. Later on  went to meet the guys as they were coming over. When the guys came over, I woke up. Boo, Asri, Bryan, Haojie. At 5AM I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 17th Nov, Tuesday, Lithia and Sanjeev went to Jurong so I went back. First time back home in like 5 days. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to meet Vienna, Markus, Dharnia and Andrew at Marina Square. We walked to the side to get to the Merlion but it was raining so in the end we headed to KPO where we had drinks. And that was it. We went back after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th Nov, I was awaken to Abigail's call in the morning when she asked me to go over and meet her and Daphne for bowling over at Kallang Leisure Park. Before that I went to have lunch with Sheqal and I got my ears pierced at Stege. Then I went down to meet them for bowling.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SwqUqxu_WLI/AAAAAAAACMI/67ajiE7MUVE/s1600/DSCN0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SwqUqxu_WLI/AAAAAAAACMI/67ajiE7MUVE/s200/DSCN0653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407297765237545138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SwqUrVHEQ0I/AAAAAAAACMQ/DLXLSk9mVFo/s1600/DSCN0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SwqUrVHEQ0I/AAAAAAAACMQ/DLXLSk9mVFo/s200/DSCN0651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407297774733771586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SwqUrhO3FCI/AAAAAAAACMY/kWOZ8bKuaAI/s1600/DSCN0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SwqUrhO3FCI/AAAAAAAACMY/kWOZ8bKuaAI/s200/DSCN0668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407297777987687458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th November was the class BBQ and luckily Jamie texted me asking whether I was coming. Initially I thought it was the next day because Cheryl said that it's 20th Nov on a Saturday -.- Before I went for the BBQ I had to go for some job interview and honestly, for the first time I hope I don't get this job. I don't want to work there! ):&lt;br /&gt;So I went for the BBQ and at the BBQ, thanks to Ruzanna Agger... I tried shisha for the first time. LOL!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SwyU0gAGqVI/AAAAAAAACMg/3cUkiPzwDl4/s1600/DSCN0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SwyU0gAGqVI/AAAAAAAACMg/3cUkiPzwDl4/s320/DSCN0708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407860882229602642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The BBQ wasn't that bad. Honestly, someone was damn lucky.. seriously damn lucky if not I would have just told the person how pissed I was at her.&lt;br /&gt;After the BBQ, we saw Ryan's dog.. big ball of fur. Then Markus, Vienna and I hung out for a while. At 2AM I left and went over to Sanjeev's place where he, Haojie, Uncle and Gary were playing poker. That was the same day I first saw the worst video, Video Phone by Beyonce ft. Lady Gaga. HOLY CRAP did Lady Gaga look fucking ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev showed me the 2 new pair of converse shoes he bought. One's grey with checkered lines and it's the same one as my school shoes and another one is black and I too have a black converse shoes but mine's nicer cuz it has a prism :P But the grey one is exactly the same as mine! :D Also, he bought himself a Superman belt. Damn, and it was the exact one I wanted to get for him for Christmas! Now he's bought it I don't know what to get for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Sanjeev had to go for some Bedok South scouts thing so I went home first and then in the night I went over to Asri's house since everyone was there to celebrate Mervyn's belated birthday. About half an hour to my arrival, Sanjeev, Boo, Justin and I left. Justin, Sanjeev and I walked all the way back to Simei. When we reached home, the two of us watched movies with uncle. We watched Death Race and Forrest Gump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22th November Sanjeev finally got a haircut and he headed to Jurong. I took the cab with him all the way to Jurong then I took the same cab to meet Vienna over at Adam road. In the cab with Sanjeev I told him, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Take care of yourself in Australia, don't leave your stuff all over the floor. Pick up after yourself because I'm not there to do it for you. And if you see any pretty Australian girls must tell me, see any handsome Australian boys also must tell me"&lt;/span&gt; and his reply, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"when I'm gone you must behave yourself know! Don't go out with boys all. If I find out! ...*gives me the face*"&lt;/span&gt; hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Over at Adam road we attended this chorus concert by the Singapore Bible College. It wasn't bad but I realised that if the choir's too big, all you hear is as though they're singing the notes and you have no clue what they're saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SWEET NOTE*&lt;br /&gt;23rd Nov, at 1AM, I received a message. Thinking it was from Vienna or Abigail or someone else basically. I looked at it and it was from S. AWWW..&lt;br /&gt;I said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"I'll be your Forrest Gump and you can be my Jenny. Or the other way around also can"&lt;/span&gt; and his reply, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"No.. no.. I'm Forrest Gump and you're my Jenny" AW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Damn I miss the idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-5643970827262258121?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/5643970827262258121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=5643970827262258121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5643970827262258121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5643970827262258121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/11/confessions-part-iii.html' title='confessions part iii'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SwqQJkdI-uI/AAAAAAAACMA/cuF753U6Rx0/s72-c/DSCN0600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-4781519584320099858</id><published>2009-11-23T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:21:32.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Confessions part II</title><content type='html'>Here it is, as I promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 24th of October was Rohit's turn to have a Deepavali celebration at his house. So I've been to 2 Deepavali celebrations on 2 opposite sides of the island. Over there we watched 300 and Meet the Spartans. It was damn funny! OMG, Rohit's mom's '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sambal Udang&lt;/span&gt;' is damn good.. must eat it again!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165582078594_737433594_2868455_6379544_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165582078594_737433594_2868455_6379544_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165582088594_737433594_2868456_7932199_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165582088594_737433594_2868456_7932199_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ended that night by heading down to Sanjeev's place where he was playing poker with Matthew, Justin and Sheqal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I woke up early and left because I was meeting Vienna for lunch.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165577278594_737433594_2868400_151326_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165577278594_737433594_2868400_151326_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rocky Martin's food's not bad. Actually it's pretty good. Then we walked around Orchard Central looking for a place that sells desserts. Couldn't find one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165578293594_737433594_2868413_7468949_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165578293594_737433594_2868413_7468949_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended up heading down to Holland Village where we found this Greece inspired cafe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165578318594_737433594_2868416_2452590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165578318594_737433594_2868416_2452590_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food here isn't nice, trust me. The decor is nice and the price is over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, Sanjeev called me down to George's to watch the Liverpool vs. Man United match. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liverpool 2 - Man U 0&lt;/span&gt;! WOOHOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th October I went to school later than Sanjeev cause I had to go home first to change into my uniform. We got back our papers and I was happy with myself. However, I was dead tired throughout the entire day I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;After school I went to Woodlands to meet Lidia and Rachel where we went to Novena's Cotton On then Dhoby Gaut to eat and after that headed down to Little India. As we were going back, we stopped at the MRT's toilet and there I bumped into Zul and Dharnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after that was the day we found out our promotional status. I found out I got promoted and I'm damn happy with that. The day went on with normal lessons. We all found out that Mr Ram is a shithead during PE. Damn bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th October I took the train first but then as I was already at Dover Sanjeev called to ask where I was.. being tired and would do anything to sleep I took the opposite train and went over to his place. Slept, woke up at 12 plus. Reached school at 2.30pm then slacked with Dian in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;After that I headed down to Pastamania over at West Mall to celebrate Ada's birthday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs060.snc3/14734_170051336331_660811331_3302741_2551163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs060.snc3/14734_170051336331_660811331_3302741_2551163_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the celebration, some of them went to watch Jennifer's Body. Me, Sarah, Stephanie and Ada slacked we talked for hours! Then I went back to school to meet Sanjeev, Justin, Vicknesh and Finah. They had dinner then I went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th October after school I went to KKH and there I met Sarah-Anne. Once we were done with our appointments, we headed to eat at Seafood Harvest over at Bugis Junction with her cousin and aunt. Then Sarah and I walked around ourselves before we went back and we met Amanda. I took the train with Amanda to Aljunied then Abigail came and we headed down to Shinuan's house. Phoebe came next. We had dinner then played some Wii and celebrated Phoebe's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st October 2009. Amazing day. Hahaha, wanna guess why? Sanjeev and I went out! We headed to Shaw Tower down at Orchard to watch Jennifer's Body. Damn, Megan Fox is hot. After the movie it was shopping for Sanjeev. We ended up at Tampines 1 and he bought himself a pair of white Adidas F10 soccer boots. We went back to his place and it was raining cats and dogs! Even when we went back, his dad said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I was wondering why it was raining so badly. Now I know why. You actually took Peyton out.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Justin, Haojie, Asri and Gary came over to play poker with Sanjeev and his dad. Lithia and I watched 'Taking the Stage' then we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Novemeber.&lt;br /&gt;I was late for school so I decided to bring some pizza over to Sanjeev's house. He had it for breakfast then we went to school together with Justin. After school I met Vienna and we watched "My Sister's Keeper" and had lunch at Aston's. The movie was damn sad. And on this same day, my phone line got cut off. AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm gonna stop here again. So that you won't be overwhelmed by the stories. If I've got nothing to do at night I'll write part 3.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-4781519584320099858?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/4781519584320099858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=4781519584320099858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/4781519584320099858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/4781519584320099858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/11/confessions-part-ii.html' title='Confessions part II'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-1813641740976852721</id><published>2009-11-23T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T01:59:56.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Confessions part I</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peyton, it's already the freaking holidays! Why aren't you blogging?!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know it's no excuse to say that I've got no time because it's the holidays and I should have ample time to sit down and write about what I've been up to but what can I say? I'm a busy woman and apparently, the times when I do have time for myself I'm way too tired to sit down and type about the long week I've had.&lt;br /&gt;So today in the early hours of a new day, I shall write what I've been up to. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry, I'll spare you the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time you heard from me you knew that I went swimming with Sarah. Alright, after that eventful day I went to meet my lesbigay partner Vienna George for lunch at Plaza Singapura's Manhattan Fish Market.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165539078594_737433594_2867928_6864806_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165539078594_737433594_2867928_6864806_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then we also indulged ourselves over at Orchard Central's Spinelli's with drinks and Dunkin' Donuts.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165543043594_737433594_2867962_6507033_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165543043594_737433594_2867962_6507033_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended the day with a major camwhoring moment over at Airport terminal 3.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165563718594_737433594_2868103_1346288_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165563718594_737433594_2868103_1346288_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 14th of October, which was the day after my date with V. I met up with Stephanie, Sarah Donna &amp;amp; Adawiyah for a movie date. We watched Fame at Orchard Cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we walked over to the Fish &amp;amp; Co. Glass House for dinner.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165570358594_737433594_2868269_8348974_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165570358594_737433594_2868269_8348974_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and of course ended the night again with major camwhoring over at the Istana Park.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165573303594_737433594_2868341_5746825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165573303594_737433594_2868341_5746825_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th October I met up with Joseph. He needed someone to accompany him to go shopping and since I wasn't doing anything, why not help a friend in need right? So we went shopping over at Bugis street then we headed to Iluma to slack.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165532558594_737433594_2867899_3945213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165532558594_737433594_2867899_3945213_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the evening, we called up Faizal down and the three of us headed over to Simpang to meet Sanjeev and the rest. In the end only Sanjeev, Bryan, Boo, Asri and I went to George's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting day was 18th October. It was the Sunday which Dinesh was having a Deepavali celebration over at his house. A lot of people were there, like duh and thank God I didn't feel awkward even though I was the only 09A3 person there. His mom is damn sweet and his dad thought that I was an Indian girl and actually talked to me in Tamil. I sat there gawking at him only for everyone else to tell him that I'm not Indian. LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165524618594_737433594_2867869_6630473_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165524618594_737433594_2867869_6630473_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165517118594_737433594_2867815_2934125_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165517118594_737433594_2867815_2934125_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when everything was dying down and everyone was going home, Khema, Zul, Sanjeev, Dinesh and I drank. Well, more like Sanjeev and Zul. Khema had her first drink thanks to us. On the way back home it was so obvious that she was high  but she was just keeping quiet unlike the rest of us. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early the next day because Rebekah was going back to Australia. For good. So as her friends we wanted to send her off. Her flight was delayed to the evening so Khema and I thought that we would have enough time to make her something before she left and in the end, we were too late and ended up missing the flight. Instead, we decided to go to town and at Esplanade we sat, talked and camwhored.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165538093594_737433594_2867922_4194136_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 592px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165538093594_737433594_2867922_4194136_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ended the day by going over to Sanjeev's place.&lt;br /&gt;As we were about to go to bed, I saw a baby lizard in the room and I swear, we spend an hour trying to get that baby lizard out of his room so that we could go to bed. All the things we used, cables, baygone, flashlights.. it was as though we were lizard hunters. But let me tell you that the most efficient thing to use is a broom. That we learned right at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up late for school the next day. But we took a cab down and made it in the nick of time. Sanjeev's class and my class were having the exact same timetable for post-exam activities. YAY! First day we had Batik painting and Interclass games.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165064613594_737433594_2864382_1964384_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 592px; height: 448px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs101.snc3/14831_165064613594_737433594_2864382_1964384_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second day of post-exam activities, our classes went to Officer Cadet School (OCS) oh man, was it fun! And there was one super hot guy. Rodriguez.. will never forget him. And he talked to me!! Like HE, talked to ME!! AHHHH. *FAINTS.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165608588594_737433594_2868837_4057280_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs081.snc3/14831_165608588594_737433594_2868837_4057280_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After OCS, I went to meet Sanjeev, Dinesh and Matthew at the pool place opposite OCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SWEET NOTE&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The next day Sanjeev didn't go to school. We went through exam papers for the entire day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I wanted to surprise him cuz I thought he would most likely be still sleeping but I called first and turns out he wasn't. He wasn't in the best of moods either so never mind. At night, he called with the serious tone and said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Can you come over, we need to talk&lt;/span&gt;" and OMG, I thought the worst. Went down there and turns out, he just said that to get me down but his reason for asking me over was cuz he missed me. AWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm going to stop here for now. When I get up later from my slumber I'll continue on to part two. I promise. Cya later alligators!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-1813641740976852721?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/1813641740976852721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=1813641740976852721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1813641740976852721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1813641740976852721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/11/confessions-part-i.html' title='Confessions part I'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-2330105373693991735</id><published>2009-11-07T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:42:38.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've overdue on blogging. Therefore I will only start blogging once the holidays are officially started. I will continue the stories of holidays and all the events that has happened from the last post till now shall only be known by me and the people involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Start a fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-2330105373693991735?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/2330105373693991735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=2330105373693991735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2330105373693991735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/StS9ZIO6PoI/AAAAAAAACL4/WDMa01qp6WI/s1600-h/Love_by_kittenkitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/StS9ZIO6PoI/AAAAAAAACL4/WDMa01qp6WI/s320/Love_by_kittenkitten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392142893273726594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're everything I thought you never were&lt;br /&gt;And nothing like I thought you could've been&lt;br /&gt;But still you live inside of me&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I wish I could forget&lt;br /&gt;The only one I'd love to not forgive&lt;br /&gt;And though you break my heart, you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;And though there are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't erase&lt;br /&gt;The times that you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And put tears on my face&lt;br /&gt;And even now while I hate you&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to say&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna take a breath without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna play the broken-hearted girl no no&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm no broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I feel I need to say&lt;br /&gt;But up to now I've always been afraid&lt;br /&gt;That you would never come around&lt;br /&gt;And still I want to put this out&lt;br /&gt;You say you've got the most respect for me&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel you're not deserving me&lt;br /&gt;And still you're in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But you're the only one and yes&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't complain&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been afraid that you would've walk away&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now I don't hate you&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say&lt;br /&gt;That I will be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna take a breath without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna play the broken-hearted girl no no&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at a place I thought I'd never be&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in a world that's all about you and me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gotta be afraid my broken heart is free&lt;br /&gt;To spread my wings and fly away&lt;br /&gt;Away with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be without my baby&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to take a breath without my baby&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna play the broken-hearted girl no no&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;Broken-hearted girl no no&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-3828466891547448501?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/3828466891547448501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=3828466891547448501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-6772581434570289746</id><published>2009-10-12T20:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:18:35.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Octofest!</title><content type='html'>Well, we all know that it's nearly impossible for me to blog constantly because honestly, if I could blog on the go, I'll be doing it every single minute. But that's what Twitter is for (: Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we're going to do the usual of starting with today then backtracking through the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 Oct, Sun - 12 Oct, Mon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a very brain wrecking day. Woke up in the afternoon at Sanjeev's place then took care of Shervan throughout the day and Sanjeev went to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;When Sanjeev came back from the gym he was like with an attitude and shit, he must have been dead tired from the intense workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night turned into a fiesta and thankfully Uncle and Auntie were there to help out. In the end, everything ended smoothly and thank God that nobody suffered any massive injury. LOL. What am I talking about? I myself don't even know. Just know that the situation was very chaotic that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deep Blue Sea&lt;/span&gt; and at around 10pm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shutters&lt;/span&gt; came on. Sanjeev, Uncle, Auntie and I watched the show. Oh goodness, because I watched the original Thai version, all the images from that movie kept flashing in my head at certain parts of the movie so I was so scared. Sanjeev step brave only and after some time started to lean to uncle. Even uncle noticed it and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Sanjeev, you're starting to lean more and more to me as the movie progresses yeah?"&lt;/span&gt; and Sanjeev's response was, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"No la, I want to sit like this"&lt;/span&gt; then he put his leg up against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended at 12AM and so they uncle and auntie went to sleep. Sanjeev and I decided to head to bed too but as soon as we got into the room, Sanjeev's stomach growled and we all know what that means. He's hungry!&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of hungry too and we thought about ordering Macs but he suggested we just sleep on it. It worked for like an hour or so but after that we couldn't take it anymore and ordered Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate while watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God of Gamblers&lt;/span&gt; then at 3.45AM we headed to bed since Sanjeev had Bio paper in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both woke up at 6 plus AM and Sanjeev got ready for school and I got ready to leave too. We took a cab and he dropped me off at my place before taking the same cab down to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home I got ready to meet Sarah to go swimming! I took a shower and changed then slacked for a bit. I walked to Guardian and bought body soap and then headed over to 7-11 to buy a bottle of Pocari Sweat and as I was walking to the overhead bridge to the bus stop to take the bus over to Tanah Merah, I stepped on a dead rat! Oh Shit. Then there was a group of lower sec St.Pats boys and they right in my face laughed at me and I couldn't be fucking bothered to entertain such monkeys of idiots. There was a pretty girl who dropped her clip on the stairs and they too laughed at her just for that. In the end, the girl and I glared at the idiots and looked at each other and gave a smile. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bedok and took a train down where Sarah &amp;amp; I took a bus over to Bryan's place where the 3 of us walked over to the club.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan went to the gym and Sarah &amp;amp; I went to the swimming pool but it started to rain so we ate first then swam for like 1 and a half hours, bathed for 30 minutes. I love the toilet. They have a hairdryer supplied for you! So my hair was voluminous and dry and soft after bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan went home so Sarah and I went to Raffles City where we ate at The Soup Spoon. Then we headed down to Bugis and Orchard. For the first time in my life I walked down Orchard road in FBTs. HAHA! Daring siol. At Bugis, Sarah and I bumped into Max and Jason. Max seemed a lot shorter since I saw him the other time at Simpang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought of having a cup of coffee at Starbucks over at Simei and chitchat but since it was getting late and Sarah needed to get home, we ditched the idea and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was typing this line, Sanjeev just called asking if I was still in town because he saw me. No. I'm at home blogging about my awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go swimming again. Most likely at the end of this week I'll go swimming again. I'm starting to get addicted to swimming all over! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, before we slept this morning at 3.45AM, Sanjeev and I got married. HAHAHA! Cho chweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;10 Oct, Sat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still over at Sanjeev's place and we woke up at 2PM because Jin Seng called Sanjeev to invite him to play pool over at Tampines SAFRA. He went and I stayed at home. Auntie went to rebond her hair. So pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the day continued as usual. As any other night would happen at the Ramesh house (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;7 Oct, Wed - 9 Oct, Fri&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already sick and had a really bad flu and cough and a slight fever when I woke up on Wednesday. And Sanjeev called me at 6AM. I thought, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"wow, so sweet of him to give me a wake up call even though he doesn't have paper today."&lt;/span&gt; but in fact, he called to ask me whether I had paper in the morning. I told him that I had Geog paper and him being the horrible influence that he is, told me not to go for the paper and instead go over to his place and sleep since I was already sick then in the evening I can go to the clinic to get an MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went because I know that there is no way I could pass Geog with a U grade in Promo 1. Slept the day away but because I wasn't feeling too well, it took me a while to get comfortable because I felt really sick. But in the end, I was out cold until Sanjeev woke me up because he had to go to the gym with Bryan. Alright, he went and I got ready for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie came back from work and I headed down to the clinic. After that I went to meet Sanjeev and Bryan at Tampines SAFRA where they went to play pool. As usual. Over at Tampines SAFRA, I bumped into Bjorn. He was studying with his friends. They're all so dao and so very Cheena. Couldn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys played pool till 11PM then the 3 of us headed over to Sanjeev's place. I had my dinner that I so longly awaited for and once I was done I went into the room to play cards with Sanjeev and Bryan. I actually beat the 2 boys at dai ti. And after that one time, it never happened again. Bryan left at 3AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Math paper and since I got 2 days of MC from the doctor, I didn't have to go for the paper but Sanjeev said that he wanted to go for the paper. So the alarm clock was set up and everything but in the end he was so lazy to go and he gave up on Math anyway that he decided to miss the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up, Sanjeev's eye was very red and he said that it was very painful. So he went to the clinic since he needed to go get an MC anyway. I stayed at home and helped auntie cook dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I already had my uniform over at his place, I could just leave from his house straight for school on Friday for Literature paper. However, I forgot to bring along my exam text to his place so I woke up earlier than planned, took a cab to my place, rushed upstairs to get the book then rushed back to the same cab that was waiting downstairs and rushed to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought I wouldn't have enough money to pay for the cab fee but Thanks be to God that I had the exact amount of money in my wallet to pay the cab fee. So at the end of the day I had zilch money but that's okay. At least I made it in school on time, I had enough money to pay for the fee and that's all great signs to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the paper ended, Stephanie, Sarah Donna, Adawiyah, Izzuddin, Shawn, Hafiz, Jamie, Rou Urn, Summer and I went to KFC at West Mall to celebrate the end of our exams! Everyone left and I stayed behind with Steph, Sarah and Ada to tell them stories. I stared at like around 12PM and I only ended my story at 3PM. Goodness. The story just keeps getting longer and longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 3PM I headed down to Plaza Singapura to meet Jixian. We walked around looking for a birthday present for his friend and in the end we got her a very nice clock. The other friends that were sharing the present weren't very happy with the decision of buying a clock for someone's birthday but oh please, so superstitious. Like we're living in the 21st century and so please throw away that 17th century mentality that clocks are a countdown to your death when someone gives it to you. Everyone will die eventually and giving someone a clock as a present definitely won't make the time go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we went home and in the night at about 12AM, Sanjeev called to invite me down to George's. Of course I said okay. I mean, it's George's! George's is like becoming our new hang out spot. Well, duh right? I mean everyone's like legal now except for me to be drinking and shit like that. I just hope my liver doesn't die before I turn 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back with Sanjeev to his place.&lt;br /&gt;Literature seemed like a distant memory that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;6 Oct, Tues&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at home the night before and I woke up at 4PM. When I woke up I didn't feel good one bit and my dad took a temperature and it was 37.9 degrees. So, slight fever. I spent the entire day on the computer and I asked Sanjeev about his chemistry paper that he had in the morning. He said that it didn't go down very well. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Lauren Cleri video on youtube on her moment of truth. Oh God! I can't believe that woman still thinks that she's a good person after cheating on her husband. Asshole. And her husband isn't that bad looking either and he's a police officer. How sexier can he get?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;3 Oct, Sat - 5 Oct, Mon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4 on a Saturday afternoon and I felt completely shitfull with myself for letting myself sleep until such an ungodly hour. I wasted the entire day and wasn't able to study for MOB. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I watched TV, used the com etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10PM I watched Privileged on TV and I love the dude. SEXY!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/StM0TDEVzcI/AAAAAAAACLw/4gPbEhKSeM8/s1600-h/privileged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/StM0TDEVzcI/AAAAAAAACLw/4gPbEhKSeM8/s320/privileged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391710680738287042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This dude made mist appear on my TV screen. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the show ended, I went to meet Sanjeev, Bryan, Sarah, Mervyn, Adam, Asri and Boo at George's. Boo sprained his shoulder.. haiyoyo. Sanjeev was damn high that it was damn funny. Boo would hit him and his reaction would be so slow that I can't help but laugh at him. Then when he winked at me, it was so slow. Hilarious! So cute my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him in such a condition, I couldn't let him go home on his own, so I went back to his place to take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Sanjeev and I woke up with a jolt to the sound of Cassilda screaming at the top of her lungs and the sound of the baby rocker being thrown on the ground. The both of us came out of the room to find out what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that Cassilda bit Shervan's cheek and it was all red and he cried and screamed HIS lungs out and when Shawn tried to push Cassilda she screamed and got angry and ohh.. you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the available time that was bestowed upon me to study for MOB paper. Uncle and Auntie came home to settle the problem and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle, Shawn, Sanjeev and I went to East Point for some grocery shopping in the evening and it was so fun. HAHA! The bill came up to $200 over but the amount of things weren't a lot. I guess it's really expensive having a baby in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, uncle and auntie called me into their room and they were so horrible! All three of them including Sanjeev!&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"So, shall we start with the bad news or the good news?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Anyone you want to tell first"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"Okay, it's about you and Sanjeev. Actually, we have to tell you something about Sanjeev. Sanjeev? Do you have anything you want to tell Peyton?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I have AIDS. I'm sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"What nonsense."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hits Sanjeev&lt;/span&gt;* Seriously. Because Sanjeev's grades and studies aren't doing so well, we suggest that you two take a break la. Not permanently, just for a few months, like till the end of the month. What do you think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Uh, okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Sanjeev?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Yeah okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"That was easy! No but really just for these few months, like till the end of the year or something then you two can get back together la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*I was choking on my dry throat and suppressing the tears that might follow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Yeah, okay.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"Just kidding la! Nah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*passes me the phone box*&lt;/span&gt; this is for you. Just take it as an early birthday present from me and uncle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"OMG, don't need la. Like seriously it's okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"Take it! We're giving it to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ecstatic*&lt;/span&gt; OMG! Thank you so much uncle, auntie. This is better than Ms World! Can I break up with your son but still keep the phone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Everyone laughing except for Sanjeev*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;S: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Basket, so mean"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"No la! I'm kidding. Together forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;S: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"If we break up, you must give back the phone okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"I broke up with you not your parents!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Good point, Peyton"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, Auntie and uncle gave me a phone! I love them to bits. I've loved them from the first time I met them, even when I was still scared of uncle in the beginning, and now I love them like a million brown M&amp;amp;Ms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Sanjeev was playing poker with his dad and he came in occasionally to check on me and at about 5.45PM he came and snuggle! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I'm sacrificing Pixie Lott's MV just to snuggle with you okay! All the best for tomorrow's paper baby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I rushed home to get ready for school and took a cab to school but was late and got booked. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;I crapped my way through MOB paper. Used mostly common knowledge to answer the questions. And during Literature paper, I felt like dying. I seriously felt as though I was spinning on my seat. After the paper, I felt so sick that I went with Jamie and Summer to eat at Botak Jones then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev called just to ask to decide for him on which team he should bet on for soccer Haiyo, he's already lost $300 from that.&lt;br /&gt;I need to save money from scratch. That's just horrible. I feel like my pool of money never seems to grow. It's like stagnant then drops then stagnant all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my personal opinion, I love MY baby and his family a lot. I love Shervan, although he pulls my hair, pulls my shirt, bites my fingers, drools all over me. I still love him. Just like his brother.. can be so annoying and makes me feel like punching his face and slamming his head into the head board of his bed but I still love him and his family. Love auntie for caring for me so much and uncle too. Love Lithia for her bubbly personality and she's a bit like me! Love the 2 young ones although they are annoying at times.. What can I say? They're the Ramesh family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-6772581434570289746?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/6772581434570289746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=6772581434570289746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6772581434570289746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6772581434570289746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/10/octofest.html' title='Octofest!'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/StM0TDEVzcI/AAAAAAAACLw/4gPbEhKSeM8/s72-c/privileged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-8863205085033013278</id><published>2009-10-02T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:01:46.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>killing me slowly</title><content type='html'>I know it's been two weeks since I've blogged and I sincerely apologize for not updating as often as I would like because I've been really busy and packed with things to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go backwards to the last day I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very interesting day. I honestly must say that I would have been better off at home. However, my home tutor won't let me sign out from school. So mean!&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and Soleha didn't come to school today. Bummer. So I thought of signing out of school so that at least I can go home and study or go back to sleep a while more then study and maximize my time before my big paper on Monday. But Mr Toh wouldn't give me the permission because he said that it was just going to be a short day today anyway and just bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period was Malay and I told Sarah that I didn't feel like going for Malay since there's definitely nothing to do since we already finished our Malay paper. Instead we went to the Cafe, bought a hotdog then went to the canteen to sit with Bazilah, Ruzanna and Fatin.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to meet Ada and Stephanie at the cafe. Talked a lot and bitched a lot too. My goodness. My class is seriously amazing! Like, if we hate you we won't do anything to you but we'll just ostracize you and bitch about you constantly behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.B.S to Stephanie, Sarah and Ada! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For MOB period, Ada, Summer and I went to the library and skipped the lesson too. I know that that horrible lazy teacher of ours will not go through anything and besides, I might as well just study from a tree and it would be more useful than him teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Tutor period, I sat with Rueban and Bjorn and we chatted/bitched. Whatever you want to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Rohit, Rueban and I went to Macs for lunch. On the way to Macs I realized that my yellow hair band that I always put around my neck was missing. I searched my bag, it wasn't there and I called Ada asking if she took it and she didn't. I was so depressed all the way to Macs. I didn't eat because I thought if I really lost the hair band I'll just drop by Bugis and buy a new one although I know it won't be the same.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I really felt sad for losing it because I bought that hair band 7 months ago at Bugis with Sheqal right after I just cut my hair to bangs and that was the time where I first met Sanjeev. So it meant a lot to me. And it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;YELLOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't eat and was really depressed. I called Sanjeev and got even more depressed, thanks. I called Sheqal to tell him I lost it and he said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Never mind la, don't need to worry about it. We'll just go buy another one okay? I'll accompany you then we go and buy so you'll have a second yellow hair band that you bought with me"&lt;/span&gt; So sweet! :D&lt;br /&gt;But still I was upset that I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rueban and Rohit accompanied me back to school to look for it. I immediately went to the exact same spot where I sat at the library and HALLELUJAH it was on the floor. Alone and cold and rejected. The two girls sitting next to it just left it there. I ran to my hair band to rescue it from the cold and I held it tight to my heart and promised that I would never leave it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, all of us went home. Took the red line with Rueban, Rohit, Yewf and Nick. Then (without Rueban) we switched over to the green line at Jurong. Made a new friend, Nick Chia. A nice guy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Wed, 30 Sept - Thurs, 1 Oct&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for school but thank God that they didn't book me because it was the first day of exams so they excused all of us. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had GP papers in the morning and I honestly think that I won't score well for my paper 1(essay). I think my essay wasn't substantial and I don't think it links. I don't know why I chose that question: "The Internet kills originality. Is this a fair comment?"&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe if it was uncommon, I would score better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through paper 2, my period came. Oh goodness. I thought I would die. My back started to ache really bad, my stomach cramped up and it wasn't even 45 minutes into the paper. Shoot. Had to wait it out until I could run to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After break was Malay paper and I wrote the longest Malay composition I've ever written and I thought I did pretty well for the paper. Hopefully I would score for Malay. I went home with Soleha straight after school and didn't wait for Sanjeev because I knew that he would be with his group of friends anyway and I was in too much pain to wait for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home and was about to blog when Auntie Vanessa called me. She inquired about Sanjeev's whereabouts and I was shocked to know that he still wasn't home at around 8.30pm. So, taking that opportunity, Auntie asked me to go down to East Point and buy a cake then head down over. Alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah-Anne, Asri, Bryan and Hao Jie came to celebrate Sanjeev's birthday and Asri's birthday too.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, Cassilda and I hid behind his bed and the moment he came into the room (when he reached home at 11.30pm) we sprung out from behind the bed and "SURPRISE!" He had the shock of his life and his facial expression was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12am, we celebrated Sanjeev and Asri's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANJEEV, ASRI AND BJORN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also called Bjorn at 12AM just to wish him a happy birthday. What a great classmate I am.&lt;br /&gt;Once the small celebration was over, the boys went into the room to play poker while Sarah and I watched American Pie Beta House on HBO outside. Then we went into the room when the movie ended and at 3AM I walked Sarah back home.&lt;br /&gt;I went back and was really tired that I fell asleep while the boys played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the boys went home around 4 or 5 then Sanjeev went to sleep also. Was supposed to wake up at 6.30AM to be on time for school but instead we woke up at 7.20AM. Shit! Sanjeev had Chemistry practical but it was on the first period and there was no time we would reach school in time. So we decided to go later and went back to sleep. Woke up at around 12PM, got ready then headed down to the clinic to get Sanjeev his MC and we took a cab to school. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To celebrate his coming of age, the first thing he did was buy a packet of cigarettes. LOL. His first legal pack right? And he bought Mild Seven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I went to school for just 1 lesson then met Sanjeev and went home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tues, 29 Sept&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up bright and early for school and called Sanjeev. He didn't pick up. It was already 6.15 and I thought maybe he was already getting ready for school. So I went to get ready and once I was done I kept calling him yet he still didn't pick up my calls. That's odd. I swear I called him over a span of 30 minutes and only at 6.50 did he answer my call. Obviously, he didn't go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Rohit and we went to school together. We were late so we just went over to Jurong for breakfast. We walked into school after first period ended and headed straight for the library where I skipped math lesson and we sat with Rueban and Ryan. Wow, Ryan, Rueban and Rohit. All starting with the letter R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev came to school at around 12PM but either way I went home alone because I didn't want to wait for him. Had to go home to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Fri, 25 Sept - Mon, 28 Sept&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was mundane as usual. But after school was when the real drama began. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blablablablabla&lt;/span&gt; (haha, censored) and I went home with Soleha and Rohit. I went home and immediately got ready to head over to Rachel's house. I was at the MRT station waiting for the train when Sanjeev called and asked me to go for Boo's party too. I didn't want to because of multiple reasons and let's just say I made a big turn around Singapore. In the end I went over to Rachel's place and spent the night there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at around 12AM or 1AM because I was really tired. My head hurt and my eyes were sore so I slept early. At exactly 3AM, Sanjeev called me and said that the police came over to the chalet so they had to run for their lives. And he also said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"So much for saying if you wanted to meet up after the party to come down to Pasir Ris. You're sleeping already!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel slept at around 4AM. The next day, the two of us woke up at 11AM because Rachel had to go over to her aunt's place. I stayed a little longer and cooked spaghetti with Renee and had lunch together. I left their place at around 6PM and headed over to East Point to meet Soleha, Jamie and Summer who were studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with them then Soleha had some nose malfunction so we went over to Starbucks and got her Chamomile Tea. Sanjeev dropped by to say "hi".&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and Summer went home and I accompanied Soleha to get a cab. We walked all the way to Sanjeev's place to get a cab because there wasn't a single cab that would stop where we were at over at East Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I knew Soleha was safe in the hands of the cab driver, I headed over to Sanjeev's place. They had guests over yet they still didn't mind that I came over. So nice of them! :D&lt;br /&gt;The night continued as usual and after some time, Lithia and I confined ourselves in the room when it was getting late and the guests started to get rowdy and played poker. We ended up falling asleep even with the loud drunk fellow in the hall. LOL. When everybody left, Sanjeev came into the room and told me about his $250 win on poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lithia was the first one to wake up on Sunday morning because she had to leave early to go for dance class. I got up next then slacked and watched I Am Legend on AXN. We then played poker all the way into the night and I kept losing. We had SPIZE for dinner that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I slept pretty early compared to other nights when I sleep over, yet I was still late for school on Monday. I planned to wake up early, go back home to get ready then still be on time for school.&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, I feel really bad for leaving Sanjeev in bed and leave even before the sun was up. So I just decided to go to school late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was getting ready to wake up at Sanjeev's house, Shervan was crying and Bing was in the toilet. So I scooped Shervan up, carried him around for a while then passed him over to Sanjeev who was sleeping. I got ready then came back into the room to see Sanjeev playing with Shervan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Take him away! Quick! So that I can go back to sleep!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, BIIIIIGGG PIIIIIGGG! I took Shervan back to his crib and Bing fed him cereal. I left for home and I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that I decided to head over to Raffles City first for lunch. I had MOS Burger for lunch! Missed GP, MOB and Geog. Reached school on time for break though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan passed his driving test. YAY for him. Joked with him that when he drives, I would pity all the animals and the 5 year olds that he might kill with his evil driving.&lt;br /&gt;After school I stayed to study with Soleha, Cheryl, Summer, Izzuddin and Shawn at Burger King over at West Mall then I headed home first and reached in time for Criminal Minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text Sanjeev at God knows what time and he only called me at 2 in the morning and I was already asleep but I still answered his call. I answer anybody's call even if it was at 3AM. Because your call is important to me. Unless you're someone I detest then don't bother calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Thurs, 24 Sept&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with Amirah, Sanjeev and Rohit in the morning and we were early! :D&lt;br /&gt;Soleha and I slept during math period. Amazing on Soleha's part but typical for me. I think I'll take MC for EOY math paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan took over for geog and he's such a queer fellow. Entertaining as a teacher but we'll still have yet to find out the real him. Sanjeev went off after school so Rohit and I decided to stay back with the rest for night study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mon, 21 Sept - Wed, 23 Sept&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that PE was just another session in the LR1. The entire day was crazy and it was just completely tiring but I managed to survive through Geog lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night Sanjeev called and the call didn't end very well. Because of that I didn't sleep for the entire night. Like seriously. I stayed up the entire night thinking and I wrote him a letter. Like a 3 page letter. That's even longer than my own Lit essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, although I didn't sleep the night before I didn't feel lethargic at all. Maybe because I was still feeding off the day before's energy. I skipped Math lesson with Ryan and Soleha and we sat in the library and I told Soleha the story of I Love You, Beth Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After MOB, I met Sanjeev to pass him his PE pants and the letter. He thought it was a break up letter. LOL. At the end of the day, Soleha and I went to the stadium to ask Sanjeev if he saw Rohit because the two of us tried calling him like 15 times and he didn't answer our calls. While we were at the top of the steps of the stadium, Sanjeev turned to look at us then he flaunted the Garnet PE shirt that he was wearing (it's mine because he lost his Onyx shirt) and just as he did that, Aaron threw the rugby ball at him and it hit him straight on the collarbone. Then Sanjeev had a major bimbo moment.&lt;br /&gt;Soleha and I walked away laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back with Sanjeev to Simei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev didn't go to school the next day and I went late for school and reached after PE ended. They said that I was very lucky for skipping PE. I waited with the girls in school while waiting for Rohit then we went to Simei and picked up Sanjeev to bring him to the polyclinic to get himself an MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Rachel at Tampines station then the three of us waited for Sanjeev to finish. Rachel and I then went over to Sanjeev's place to see baby Shervan. Rachel was so excited and happy to see him and I think I can say the same for Shervan's part. Then the 3 of us headed down to Simei Starbucks where Sanjeev and I studied.&lt;br /&gt;At around 7PM Rachel went home and I ate dinner. Around 8PM, Sanjeev couldn't take it anymore and we headed down to SAFRA Tampines and played an hour's worth of pool. I think I have a hidden talent for pool as long as my eyes aren't retarded and always seem to go off cue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus back to his place then I changed to bus 12 and then bus 13. Sanjeev was so cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's the entire week's worth of events. Fun right?(:&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm really scared that I'll retain in MI. And I don't want to retain. Oh Lord, please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-8863205085033013278?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/8863205085033013278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=8863205085033013278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8863205085033013278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8863205085033013278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/10/killing-my-slowly.html' title='killing me slowly'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-5544262609503833720</id><published>2009-09-20T14:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:55:00.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>chips and chocolates.</title><content type='html'>So, another week has passed since the holidays ended and let's just say that somehow school is becoming slack. I don't know. That's what I feel. Maybe it's because all the teacher's finished teaching all the necessary topics so it's just left to us to revise them.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what happened for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 14 September&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since I stayed over at Sanjeev's house the night before, I had to rush home to get ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that school started at 9am instead of the usual 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed home and got ready then I meet Sanjeev at the MRT Station and we took the train together to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day back in school after the holidays was very tiring and worst of all, for Mondays, I end school at 5.25pm. Insanity!&lt;br /&gt;However, it was pretty slack and enjoyable to see all my friends again after the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;For P.E. we watched the movie, Kallang Roar.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SrXT_G95bSI/AAAAAAAACLY/sObCMW6LF6M/s1600-h/20080825-fba6srnjqtqskee56qxgpas3h7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SrXT_G95bSI/AAAAAAAACLY/sObCMW6LF6M/s320/20080825-fba6srnjqtqskee56qxgpas3h7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383442010746744098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's a funny show and they told us to grasp the morals of the movie of discipline and determination. Yeah, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soleha made the joke of the year! After school I asked her if she was going home and she replied that she was going to Jurong Point.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her for what and she replied that she was going to meet her boyfriend. I didn't believe her and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"yeah I'm sure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she got quite sad at the fact that I didn't believe the fact that she had a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;We went to meet Sanjeev and Rohit before going back together and she did the same things to them. Sanjeev didn't believe her and neither did Rohit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Why is it so unbelievable for the fact that I could have a boyfriend?!"&lt;/span&gt;, she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"I mean, it's you. You're Soleha,"&lt;/span&gt; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"So you're saying that I'm so ugly that no man will want me la!"&lt;/span&gt; she answered defensively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"No, that's not what I mean. All I mean is that... well.. come on la.." &lt;/span&gt;I said, unable to explain why it's so hard to believe the possibility of her being in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Yeah, well, it's like... Soleha, boyfriend... NAH!"&lt;/span&gt; Sanjeev says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! Poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told her to try it on Jamie because maybe Jamie might believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Jamie and this is how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Jamie, I'm going to Jurong Point later"&lt;/span&gt; says Soleha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Oh okay"&lt;/span&gt; was Jamie's reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Jamie! You're supposed to ask 'for what?' some friend you are!"&lt;/span&gt; I cried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Okay, what are you going there for?"&lt;/span&gt; Jamie finally asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"I'm going to meet my boyfriend"&lt;/span&gt; Soleha replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Yeah right"&lt;/span&gt; was Jamie's comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Sanjeev, Rohit and I burst out into laughter! We couldn't believe our ears. Even Jamie didn't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;Soleha turned a bright pink. Making her look like a Strawberry Shortcake. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, freshened up and watched my favourite Criminal Minds. Slept at 12AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 15 September&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I overslept and so did Sanjeev.&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev decided that he wouldn't go to school and be booked as late then he'll be suspended for a month. However, I did want to go to school so I went on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I took 36 to City Hall and had breakfast first at Mac's before heading down to school. I got off at the bus stop and I was slightly early. The security guard was still at his post so I waited for a while and at around 9.45AM I walked in through the side gate and didn't get booked because the security guard wasn't there anymore. AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went back home with Summer and Bjorn. Summer got off at Tiong Bahru and Bjorn and I continued our journey. I was going to meet Rachel at Pasir Ris station to get my Literature text.&lt;br /&gt;He got off at Bedok and I called Sanjeev. He was at Tampines getting an MC from the polyclinic. I went to take my book from Rachel at Pasir Ris then I headed down to Tampines to meet Sanjeev to keep him company while he waited to meet Boo to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train back from Pasir Ris to Tampines, a group of MJ students sat on the row in front of me. And when I looked up, the guy sitting directly in front of me was Daniel Hong, my primary school friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines to meet Sanjeev. We walked around in search of Bubble Tea which we found and I ordered the Almond Milk Tea. Remind me to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; drink that shit again. OMG, it was horrible. It tasted like those antibiotics that you took when you were young in the form of power and you mix it in water and drink it. It tasted exactly the same. Didn't finish it, was a waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the two of us headed down to East Point where we met Sarah, Bryan and Boo to study.&lt;br /&gt;Around 8pm, the boys felt like playing pool. Sarah didn't join us and I went along with them to Safra Tampines. I couldn't go into the pool place because I was wearing my school uniform so I sat outside, at the reading corner to finish my work while the boys went to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;At 11.30PM the boys came out and we all went home. I dropped off Sanjeev then Bryan then Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 16 September&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Met Sanjeev and Rohit in the morning and we took a cab from Kallang to school in the fear of being late.&lt;br /&gt;We were early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School wasn't that bad. I slept during IRP and the last 15 minutes of Malay, which I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went with Jamie and Joel to GM to take our testimonials. Mine was not even a page long. I really hate Mrs Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thing happened. Let's just leave it to the people who know about it. In case.. certain people read.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that I love my tree for what he did (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 18 September&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I met Sanjeev and we took a cab from Kallang. We reached school right on the dot. Fantabulous!&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev was so cute, so child-like, I love! But somehow it seemed like he was high, like on drugs. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went to KKH with my dad for checkup. Damn, now they gave me this weird medication which I so hate.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Mee Siam from the Kopitiam at the hospital. It wasn't bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that and at night Sanjeev called me to go over. Then the plans changed and we went drinking with Boo and Bryan over at Bryan's place. We drank till 5.45AM and I was dead tired and not the least bit high because I only drank 2 glasses. Didn't really have the drinking mood. More like darn tired and just wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 19 September&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went back to his place and slept. We woke up at around 5PM.&lt;br /&gt;He got ready then I went to take a shower. We ate a bit and watched Singh is King on TV.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SrXfP8OfADI/AAAAAAAACLo/KVi8tRcNBpA/s1600-h/singh-is-king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SrXfP8OfADI/AAAAAAAACLo/KVi8tRcNBpA/s320/singh-is-king.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383454394549207090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls in the show are very pretty and some guys are not bad looking. Their names however are weird.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky, Happy, Guru.. AHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Once the show ended Sanjeev and I left the house. He was going over to Jurong and I went to meet Joel for dinner since Joel got ditched by his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 20 September&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I woke up late and I rushed to get ready to go to church this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Pradise Band performed Praise and Worship today.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SrXaiyVtyWI/AAAAAAAACLg/nqsW9v-Kihk/s1600-h/paradise+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SrXaiyVtyWI/AAAAAAAACLg/nqsW9v-Kihk/s320/paradise+band.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383449220754557282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, there are now 7 people in the band.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I love their guitarist. He's handsome! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service I went to Changi Airport with Abigail, Rachel, David Hong and Zachary for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;David Hong is Daniel Hong's twin brother. David Hong is older than Daniel Hong by a few minutes and he's more dominant in the sibling relationship. Daniel Hong was the guy who sat opposite me in the train (just to recap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go back to the Airport to study with them but I needed the laptop but the airport doesn't have a power plug. So I decided to stay home to study. Besides, less distraction of handsome Angmohs walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I realised something, people with a dominant character tend to have friends with a submissive or timid character. And people who have a dominant character might have issues with someone else who also has a dominant character. It's interesting how people work.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-5544262609503833720?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/5544262609503833720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=5544262609503833720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5544262609503833720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5544262609503833720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/09/chips-and-chocolates.html' title='chips and chocolates.'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SrXT_G95bSI/AAAAAAAACLY/sObCMW6LF6M/s72-c/20080825-fba6srnjqtqskee56qxgpas3h7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-7591462974582988352</id><published>2009-09-16T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:29:38.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Holiday Blues</title><content type='html'>Oh how I miss the holidays. How I missed the sense of freedom. The ability to wake up at whatever time you wanted without worrying you'll be late for something. The ability to do whatever you want and have spare time to rest. The ability to... FINISH ALL MY HOLIDAY HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a week's holiday might not be so much and time did seriously fly like a bald eagle overhead but I can say I made the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;5 September, Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning was my church's youth group's sport event and I attended along with my cell to be the helpers. I've been the participant before and thank God I didn't participate this year.&lt;br /&gt;I was the score keeper and time keeper for the basketball events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a major secret, the sun was fucking hot! It was so hot and scorchingly burning my skin that I have a sandal tan and I seriously became like 2 shades darker. Great, I'll definitely look like a Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another major news, my pink camera... is spoiled. I don't blame anyone for it. My cell leader, Shinuan was holding it because I told her to help me take pictures of the different sports that were happening and then she got hit by a ball and she dropped my camera. So the zooming thing is spoiled. Oh wells. At the beginning I was sad and upset that it's spoiled because, I mean, it's my camera! And reality was sinking in. But then I just accepted the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sports event, I went over to Rachel's house before heading down with her to the chalet at Downtown East.&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 4 Class Chalet, but not many people attended. Never mind, at least got to spend time with some of the people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared for the BBQ and the rest who went to school for the carnival came. We finished eating and then Kenneth was coming so he called Faizal and Faizal asked him to help us buy liquor.&lt;br /&gt;He bought Absolut Citrus and Johnny Walker Red Label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was the only girl drinking. In the beginning, we mixed the liquor with Marigold Orange Juice. Then we became retarded and wanted to get wasted faster or something I'm not sure, we just mixed the 2 liquors together and chugged cup after cup without the orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faizal was completely wasted! He started rambling and babbling about his break up with his ex girlfriend. And there were many memorable quotes from him.&lt;br /&gt;The most famous quote is: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"She might be 15 years old, but her breast macam 18 year old!"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"My mother will fuck me upside down!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into detail of Faizal's wastedness to save him the embarrassment. But he did do something horrible which was vomit into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINK&lt;/span&gt; of the Chalet. Kenneth had to clean up the vomit with a plastic bag. Such a man!&lt;br /&gt;Putting Faizal to sleep was the most difficult thing on earth but once he was asleep it was my turn to ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joseph Ang! Remember what I said.. cannot tell people! HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 5am I fell asleep and Joseph was left to talk to himself so he went to play cards with the other people downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vomited twice into the toilet bowl, thankfully, and I love all the people who took care of me! Especially Melody who sat with me and slept next to me.&lt;br /&gt;I think AK feels awkward with me now.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 September, Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't feel well at all! I had the worst headache and stomachache that when I went home I seriously had diarrhea. Must be all those uncooked chickens at the BBQ plus the liquor. So I wasn't able to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home with the sober Faizal and my stomach was churning so badly I wanted to eat a big greasy breakfast to push that feeling down. So I reached home, put all my stuff down and then headed to Burger King at East Coast Park for breakfast on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went home and slept all the way till 5PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, did a little quality time to nurse myself to health then at night Sanjeev called me over so I went, nothing to do at home anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Went there then sent Lithia off to the MRT station :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle taught me and Sanjeev how to play poker. And I won :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle went to sleep so Sanjeev and I ordered Macs and we ate breakfast and watched Fast and Furious on HBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, after sending Lithia to the MRT station and walking back to Sanjeev's block, we bumped into Mdm Isliana! And to make the situation even better, Sanjeev was telling me a story about his secondary school's friend and he was re-enacting the dialog his friend said and it was about fingering a girl. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 September, Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early hours of the morning, before we slept, we played the DVD for Kuch Kuch Hota Hei because Sanjeev told me that the movie is very nice but we kind of fell asleep because we were tired.&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the movie is so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I had to go off early because I had Geography lessons so I had to leave Sanjeev in bed.&lt;br /&gt;When I left, he said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Thanks for staying over"&lt;/span&gt; so cute. Like my personal bell boy. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I bought dinner for myself and I bought the Mega McSpicy. Damn nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I went back to Sanjeev's house to play poker. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 September, Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to do my MOB homework in the evening and he also studied Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 4pm, we went downstairs to meet Rohit and slacked around for a while. Then we walked over to his grandparents' place where he was staying for the meantime after his mom's surgery and Sanjeev and I tried to escape meeting his mom but his mom insisted that we came over and meet her.&lt;br /&gt;We went in and talked with his mom for a while and before it began to rain we walked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohit went back to his place to take his study things and came back to Sanjeev's place to study together with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Sanjeev, Uncle and I played poker again all the way to the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 September, Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up earlier than Sanjeev and went to bathe. Came back into the room and finished my MOB while he was still asleep. After I finished my MOB I was bored from it and so tired that I fell asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Style by Jury&lt;/span&gt; while having lunch then had a serious study session all the way till 8PM.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, Sanjeev and I met Bryan and we went to play pool and Safra Tampines. We left at 11.30PM. I sent Sanjeev off then dropped Bryan off at Simpang where he went to meet Boo, Hao Jie, Asri, Mervyn and Sarah. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then this group of people went over to Sanjeev's house&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 September, Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wake up extremely early for my doctor's appointment at KKH.&lt;br /&gt;I found out from my ultrasound scan that I have a muscular growth in my womb that's 0.1cm in diameter and that's why my period pains are always so bad. It's common in women, 1 in 2 women have it and they're just going to monitor it to make sure it doesn't become bigger or cancerous.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After KKH, I went down to Rachel's place. I was supposed to go there just to take back my Lit book but we ended up watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Style Network&lt;/span&gt; for the entire day and I repainted my nails to bronze and black instead of silver-pink and maroon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed over at Rachel's house for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 September, Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 11AM along with Rachel because she needed to get ready for her 'date' and so did I.&lt;br /&gt;We both left and I went home first to get ready. At around 3 I meet Sarah at Eunos MRT station and we went to Plaza Singapura GV to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Love You, Beth Cooper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SrDGGJMaSJI/AAAAAAAACLQ/Afjtzcsam2Y/s1600-h/i_love_you_beth_cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SrDGGJMaSJI/AAAAAAAACLQ/Afjtzcsam2Y/s320/i_love_you_beth_cooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382019363557230738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very entertaining movie I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Aston's at Cathay for dinner and I bumped into Sok Huy there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended at around 11.45PM. We walked to Raffles City to have supper at Macs. There, Sanjeev called me at about 1AM and asked me to go over to play poker with the family. Okay..&lt;br /&gt;So, Sarah and I took the cab and I dropped Sarah off and headed down to Sanjeev' place which honestly wasn't very far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played poker and I lost my money :( never mind, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun, Sanjeev, Lithia and I slept at 6.30 in the morning and as always whenever those two are sleeping, I'm stuck to be in the center and squashed in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on this day, Mervyn went to National Service. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 September, Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev was the first out of bed. AMAZING! Not really, because he was late to meet his cousin to help his uncle take care of kids when they had an excursion to Escape Theme park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, finished my bath then went back into the room to wake Lithia up. I had to drag her up! Like pulled her into a sitting position and hold her in the position if not she'll slump back down to sleep. So cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally got up.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, Lithia and I went down to Eastpoint to spend quality time. HAHAHA! We did the wax colouring thing, you know where you use paint and colour an outline then they'll heat it up to solidify the paint? you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;She did the Winnie The Pooh and I did the Tweety Bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought Bubble Tea for everyone and I bought Magnum Ice Cream for myself after so long and beef jerky for Sanjeev. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Badminton with the family. Awesomeness. Won Sanjeev in the last match :D&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian power right?&lt;br /&gt;Showered, had dinner then went back to playing poker and blackjack. Again, lost money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 September, Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late so didn't manage to go to church. Shinuan bought me a new camera. She didn't have to la but THANK YOU SO MUCH! Love Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up first as always then showered. Lithia went next and when she was showering I brought Shervan into the room to wake his brother up. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"The biiiiig piiiiigg"&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a Transylvania accent&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;So adorable was Shervan in trying to wake his brother up. He drooled on Sanjeev. MUAHAHAHA! Clever boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev got up and went to shower while Lithia and I ate lunch. Because we were eating in the kitchen, it was near the bathroom so we heard Sanjeev singing in the bathroom while bathing!&lt;br /&gt;His dad came back and we told him to listen to Sanjeev sing. He stood in front of the toilet door and we three heard Sanjeev sing "Stars Are Blind" by Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a bit of poker then Lithia had to go home. Sanjeev and I sent her off to the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;When we came back, Sanjeev's aunt was over and they played poker while I took care of Shervan while playing mini golf with Cassilda and Nash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relatives left and they played poker some more. When it got late, I didn't want to play anymore because for the past few days my luck hasn't been very good. At around 11PM I went into the room with aunty and we talked while the boys played poker/blackjack outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep first because I knew that the boys were going to play forever. At 3 something Sanjeev came in and we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early the next day to rush home to get ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my entire holiday.&lt;br /&gt;So basically, as you can see, I only went home for a few days and the rest of the day I was out or over at Sanjeev's house. Come to think of it, a bit like I have no life. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Fun's fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-7591462974582988352?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/7591462974582988352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=7591462974582988352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7591462974582988352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7591462974582988352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/09/holiday-blues.html' title='Holiday Blues'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SrDGGJMaSJI/AAAAAAAACLQ/Afjtzcsam2Y/s72-c/i_love_you_beth_cooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-2852837801820698754</id><published>2009-09-04T16:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:21:06.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>finally some free time</title><content type='html'>It looks as though my blog is dead but that isn't the case. I know I've been saying that for so many times and I bet you can read the number of posts that has that saying. However, I can't help it. I thought that I could at least blog every weekend but the weekends are normally the only time I can hang out till late so I won't be able to blog. If only the entire Singapore had wireless even on the streets, I will bring my laptop everywhere I go and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my super overdue stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;23 August 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a boring day. Nothing much happened. I completed Geography tutorial 9 then went back to sleep in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;After the sleep I felt super lethargic and kept sleeping for the entire day. I'm such a pig. And the best part came when it rained! Oh, how not to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I talked to Lidia and Rachel online then watched Who's Line Is It Anyway and went off to bed, again. Major pigness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;24 August 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid attention for every lesson except GP. I don't know why, sitting next to Rueban is a major distraction, he always has awesome stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't complete my MOB tutorial 9 so I got scolding for that and until now I still haven't done it. Must do it for holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Geography lecture I got so distracted by Soleha that I took all my stuff then sat in the front row away from that woman! Oh goodness. Trying to listen to the formation of Karsts and then there you have next to you a woman who I think went mental because she was fasting or something. HAHAHA! But I still love that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For PE we did a stupid dance and each class had to incorporate their own moves. My class was so retarded and funny and all our dance moves were hilarious. We even have a class "teamwork" cheer and a class signature pose called, "Vogue".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan completely pissed Mdm Cho off during Literature and that was the first time she really burst out at the entire class. Seriously, Ryan is becoming more than just a pain in the ass. He gives no substantial information and he constantly rejects all responsibility. Still dare to say that he is a good Christian?! I'm seriously sick and tired of him.&lt;br /&gt;After Mdm Cho vented out all her anger, I felt really bad. She was so pissed that she even tore up the unseen poem we were doing together. She tore her paper and threw the pieces on the ground. Like honestly tell me, can you figure out how pissed she was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 August 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was distracted the whole day with my own thoughts and couldn't absorb much in school. Must have been too tired with everything.&lt;br /&gt;After school I went straight home on 506.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school God was great. He seriously gave me all the signs that I needed. In the canteen I suddenly noticed posters and they said, "Persevere", "A New Chapter", "Make A Difference".&lt;br /&gt;Complete trust in God, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26 August 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for school but I walked into school with Melvin. That funny fellow. As I was walking into school through the main gate, I received a text message from Sanjeev asking if I went to school today even though I'm late. And he said that if I didn't go to school to go down to his place and slack for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;But you know me, I'm addicted to school. I'll feel guilty if I don't go. Furthermore with the exams coming right at me at top speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my Malay Oral and I was the first person in my entire class to do it. Damn. Totally screwed it up I can say. Spoke a lot of English and even asked my teacher to translate for me English into Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I accompanied Joel to Serangoon to cut his hair. And I had a serious bimbo moment. $20 divided by 2=10 and I thought that with $20 I could buy 20 packets of chicken rice. Joel and I laughed our brains out at the back of the bus over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, Sanjeev called me to release all his panic. The night before he went out with the guys and drank which was a never-mind-thing for me. The next day he went to cut his hair. He told the barber to cut a Mohawk which was a regular thing for him. But this time, he fell asleep at the barber's chair and when he woke up, he seriously just had a Mohawk. Like those skinhead type of haircuts. So he said that his hair is ruined and asked me to go down to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went down, the Mohawk was really extraordinary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed overnight since it was already so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 August 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.40am after Jamie's phone call. I seriously overslept. I was late for school but I still went anyway and I left Sanjeev on the bed to sleep. Like in the movies. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home first to freshen up and change into my uniform then I took the train to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached school in time for break and since my break was 2 hours long, I slacked and then since Rueban and Bjorn weren't going for their next class I decided to skip Math and headed to the Library with Rueban, Bjorn and Rohit.&lt;br /&gt;While in the Library, we talked a lot to the extent that the table behind the shelf tossed a paper ball at us with a note inside telling us to keep quiet cause they were trying to study (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which seemed like shit because they too were talking a lot&lt;/span&gt;). Anyway, I wrote the word &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Sorry"&lt;/span&gt; and asked Bjorn to toss it back over the shelf and he threw it, it hit the shelf and fell back to our side. Rohit tried and it also fell back to our side. Rueban tried, also failed! In the end, I got fed up I just walked over to their table and said sorry. When they left I tried tossing the paper ball over the shelf and I succeeded. Boys suck at throwing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Geography lesson and we played with sand. So nonsense actually. But it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Soleha stayed back with me to go through with me the things I missed for Literature in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;At 6.45pm we walked over to the hawker because Soleha needed to break fast and I accompanied her. I can bet that everyone thought I was the one who needed to break fast and Soleha was the one accompanying me when it was the other way around. I don't like the fasting period, people will stare at me as if I'm some horrible muslim who didn't fast but I'm not even a muslim and I'm not a Malay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;28 August 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My period came so I didn't go to school. Felt guilty though but what to do? In the evening I felt bored and restless so I asked Sarah whether she was free and she said yes so we decided to meet up for dinner and slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah was already reaching Pasir Ris and I was about to leave when my dad said that I can't go out. WTF?! I didn't care, totally defied him and walked out of the house to meet Sarah. I'm not the kind of friend who backs out at the last minute especially when my friend has already arrived at the destination. My dad was completely unreasonable and mental that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Sarah at Pasir Ris and we headed down to Ehub. We ate Superdog for dinner then headed down to Pasir Ris beach to slack. Then when it was getting late, we went back to Downtown East and bought snacks and headed to some secluded corner and sat there to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are on facebook but here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDdb6N_hkI/AAAAAAAACI4/yvzTvk1xiy0/s1600-h/SDC113762171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDdb6N_hkI/AAAAAAAACI4/yvzTvk1xiy0/s320/SDC113762171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377541426634524226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDefuvav1I/AAAAAAAACJA/cV2yGfK8rJc/s1600-h/SDC113882183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDefuvav1I/AAAAAAAACJA/cV2yGfK8rJc/s320/SDC113882183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377542591784599378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDegXa2yxI/AAAAAAAACJI/UQk_do1vOEY/s1600-h/SDC114032197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDegXa2yxI/AAAAAAAACJI/UQk_do1vOEY/s320/SDC114032197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377542602704210706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDeg-jx0GI/AAAAAAAACJQ/21uATChCVgA/s1600-h/SDC115012286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDeg-jx0GI/AAAAAAAACJQ/21uATChCVgA/s320/SDC115012286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377542613210615906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sanjeev went out for his own boys' night so Sarah and I went to have our own fun time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;29 August 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5 in the morning Sanjeev called me, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bet he was high&lt;/span&gt;) to talk. Such an odd timing to do so. But sweet la even if he had to wake me up for it. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Talked for 2 hours or more and he had to sleep because once the sun rises he can't sleep. Like a freaking vampire you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to the conclusion that we both love chocolate syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up anyways to get ready for flag day with my cell. As I was walking to Bugis MRT, I bumped into one of my highness and he asked me to donate. I told him that I was doing the same thing and then he smiled at me and let me off. OMG, like actually said words to him. GASP.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDe6GBil5I/AAAAAAAACJY/T9aO_pNp-_8/s1600-h/SDC115312310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDe6GBil5I/AAAAAAAACJY/T9aO_pNp-_8/s320/SDC115312310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377543044711225234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanda and I walked all the way to Funan IT Mall and there we stood asking for donations when suddenly, I GOT STUNG BY A BEE!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm not allergic to it. But I pulled out the sting from my thigh and then the burning sensation came and it became swollen. Shinuan, Panda and Abigail went back to Marine Parade with me. Abigail took the bus to Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;The polyclinic was closed so I couldn't see a doctor and a private doctor would cost me more than $40 and I might get an injection. So no thanks. After a day, the swelling went away but up till now, that spot itches at random times. So weird right? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;30 August 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually managed to wake up the next day and went to church after a few months of going missing. LOL. Saw highness! And Reuben is in the army now.. Oh yeah. HAHAHA. All bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service, went with the cell and Kelvin to Eighteen Chefs at East Point to have lunch. The food's good and we had a fun time having the whole cell together. But Prisia wasn't there because she had a knee surgery.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDgDFbI91I/AAAAAAAACJg/B57QADrNqHA/s1600-h/SDC115552334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDgDFbI91I/AAAAAAAACJg/B57QADrNqHA/s320/SDC115552334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377544298680612690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDgDsd9SwI/AAAAAAAACJo/ps0Gatyg890/s1600-h/SDC115782356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDgDsd9SwI/AAAAAAAACJo/ps0Gatyg890/s320/SDC115782356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377544309161413378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDgEdfYQ3I/AAAAAAAACJw/GKORNctDe4c/s1600-h/SDC115922370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDgEdfYQ3I/AAAAAAAACJw/GKORNctDe4c/s320/SDC115922370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377544322320712562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When lunch was over, I walked over to Sanjeev's house and it was drizzling. I walked under the blocks and I knew that there was someone behind me but I couldn't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, under one block, everything went extremely quiet which was already starting to freak me out and then I felt something touch the small of my back. I jumped and had the shock of my life when I heard the words, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Excuse me"&lt;/span&gt;. Please la! 7th Month Ghost Festival and all that happening to me, like Dead Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it was some Malay guy. And he said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Can I get to know you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Er, no. I'm actually on my way to meet my boyfriend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Oh, you have a boyfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Yeah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Okay. Never mind then. Thanks and sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then he walked away all dejected and sorrowful.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have to give Malay dude props. They are actually the only brave souls to approach random girls. They seriously have high self esteem. Don't mind getting rejected and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, went to play pool at Tampines Safra with Sanjeev, Bryan, Hao Jie and Rachel. Yes, like finally, Rachel met Sanjeev and Bryan. Before pool we ate at Simpang for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and I actually played a game of pool on our own! :D And I won. HAHAHAHA! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So hao lian&lt;/span&gt;) Rachel had to go home at 11pm so I sent her out and accompanied her to wait for a cab. Then I went back in and the 3 of us went back to Sanjeev's house at 12am. Mervyn and Sarah came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mervyn and Sanjeev played PS2 till 5 in the morning. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, Sarah and I talked and joked amongst ourselves and did retarded things. Especially Sarah and me. Bryan just sat there and shook his head. As usual! Hao Jie like a pig slept. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures of pool are with Sanjeev cuz my camera ran out of batteries so we used his camera&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;31 August 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late and then headed back home to get my uniform. Since it was already late, didn't bother going to school. Grabbed an extra set of clothes then headed down to Sanjeev's place where I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, Sanjeev had to go back to his secondary school to see his old friends and teachers for teacher's day celebrations. I didn't bother going back to GM. But I left too and I met Rachel, Huien, Melody, Lidia, Raquel, Jiamin, Tania, Kenneth and Richard at City Link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tania, Kenneth and Richard went to eat. So the rest of us walked around city hall then came to the conclusion of wanting to go to Spinelli's. Lidia left first to meet her Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Spinelli's at Orchard Central and I shared the potato salad with Rachel. Their tea isn't bad. Quite nice actually. We played cards and a lot of screaming occurred as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6pm I went home and I reached home at 7pm. As I just got on the computer and already changed into my home clothes, Sanjeev called and asked me to go down to George's with the rest. So I got off the com and got ready then went down to the place. Asri, Boo, Bryan, Sarah and Mervyn were there too. Bryan was so tired. Could tell and he wanted to sleep but coming the end of the entire thing he seemed awake. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev went to get an MC for that day and his dad called him to go home. He was annoyed and irritated by it because it was only 10.30pm. So I didn't want him to go home all pissed and shit and then left to drown in his sorrows by himself so I went with him to his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;1 September 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the afternoon and Sanjeev was still sleeping. I had to meet Lidia that day so again, I left him in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Lidia at Plaza Singapura and had lunch at Pasta Mania.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDhZDtiAeI/AAAAAAAACKI/6UscY_9JUbo/s1600-h/SDC116162391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDhZDtiAeI/AAAAAAAACKI/6UscY_9JUbo/s320/SDC116162391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377545775689630178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDhYbNCj7I/AAAAAAAACKA/EA09Y3D6gDA/s1600-h/SDC116052382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDhYbNCj7I/AAAAAAAACKA/EA09Y3D6gDA/s320/SDC116052382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377545764815933362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDhXxFtR8I/AAAAAAAACJ4/zLbTdVFhQmA/s1600-h/SDC116042381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDhXxFtR8I/AAAAAAAACJ4/zLbTdVFhQmA/s320/SDC116042381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377545753510889410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch, Lidia finally got the courage and was influenced by me a lot to go for threading. So we headed down to Little India and she had her upper lip done. She said it was very painful but for me it was nothing. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed down to Vivo to watch a movie. All the great movies were M18, fuck, so we settled for Orphan. Sanjeev said that it's a stupid show and told me not to watch it but since he watched it without me, I still wanted to watch it and Lidia already watched it but she wanted to watch it again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDpBtHBygI/AAAAAAAACLI/7f4o9WEsJvQ/s1600-h/orphan-movie-poster-screening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDpBtHBygI/AAAAAAAACLI/7f4o9WEsJvQ/s320/orphan-movie-poster-screening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377554170578586114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the movie, she told me beforehand the parts that were coming up and because she already knew the movie she can predict the times where something freaky was going to happen so she covered her eyes and when I see that I get paranoid and start covering my eyes too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was freaky, like in a sick way but overall, still leaves your heart pumping fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a drink from Starbucks then went to the rooftop to camwhore. What to do?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDhad56i8I/AAAAAAAACKY/5FiTy9brETo/s1600-h/SDC116682440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDhad56i8I/AAAAAAAACKY/5FiTy9brETo/s320/SDC116682440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377545799900761026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDi8e4TPYI/AAAAAAAACKg/RYiG_SyWFOA/s1600-h/SDC116972462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDi8e4TPYI/AAAAAAAACKg/RYiG_SyWFOA/s320/SDC116972462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377547483789606274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDhZr--4CI/AAAAAAAACKQ/FXPT6TgQ-lo/s1600-h/SDC116622434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDhZr--4CI/AAAAAAAACKQ/FXPT6TgQ-lo/s320/SDC116622434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377545786500243490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDi80IZD0I/AAAAAAAACKo/MY-oHE3BvpU/s1600-h/SDC117322490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDi80IZD0I/AAAAAAAACKo/MY-oHE3BvpU/s320/SDC117322490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377547489494241090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDi9ZgRxRI/AAAAAAAACKw/P7tvDDMX9-8/s1600-h/SDC117612515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDi9ZgRxRI/AAAAAAAACKw/P7tvDDMX9-8/s320/SDC117612515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377547499526538514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDi-O3yjGI/AAAAAAAACK4/w-UrQzsbXuA/s1600-h/SDC117552510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDi-O3yjGI/AAAAAAAACK4/w-UrQzsbXuA/s320/SDC117552510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377547513852234850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ate dinner at Carls' Jr. and we saw a damn hot angmoh guy! He's like damn hot, square body, sexy smile everything but he was short. Sad case. Only slightly taller than me. Damn. He even had an eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow and the stud was a blue metallic ball stud, just like Sanjeev's. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to River Island, into Forever 21 where we saw a nice maxi-dress that costs $53 (hint hint)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDi-qQbjRI/AAAAAAAACLA/1Um6N4q3uGQ/s1600-h/SDC118152558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDi-qQbjRI/AAAAAAAACLA/1Um6N4q3uGQ/s320/SDC118152558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377547521203342610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and lastly, Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;After that, home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;2 September 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev actually went to school. Amazing! But we were late by a few minutes thanks to the bus. So in the queue for booking, Sanjeev walked out of school with Rohit and Rueban and ditched me in school. He said that he can't see me because I wasn't in his sight range but he even pushed me aside. BASKET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a short day so like whatever and detention was canceled because there was too many people late.&lt;br /&gt;Soleha had suspension so after school I accompanied her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Soleha signed out, we left and Rohit, Sanjeev, Soleha and I went to "break fast" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well for Soleha it was really break fast&lt;/span&gt;) at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to Sanjeev's place. Was too tired to study for the geography test the next day so we slept pretty early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;3 September 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up late, but we still went to school. At Jurong we took a cab and we were still late for school so Sanjeev just dropped me off then he went over to his cousin's house. Slept there...&lt;br /&gt;For the entire day I was as tired as hell. I took every opportunity I could to sleep and at the end of the day I served detention with Jamie. Sanjeev came to school (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when it ended&lt;/span&gt;) just to play chess. He played against Justin and Rohit played against Jeremiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soleha went home first because she needed to break fast with her family.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie took the bus home so Rohit, Sanjeev and I walked to Bukit Batok. Sanjeev went back to his cousin's house at Lakeside and Rohit went to City Hall. I went home, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, didn't do any school work. Edited all my pictures! Finally. Slept early too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Today, 4 September 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7AM! Rushed and took a cab to school. Damn, how to save money like that?! The cab cost was $26.40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay and MOB were quite slacked. Didn't do much but our own work for both lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to eat lunch with Rou Urn, Summer and Jamie at MOS Burger. There was a group of Ahlians at the next table and they were damn noisy. Such a shame to women these kinds of girls. Horrible!&lt;br /&gt;Annoying secondary school girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I won't be doing anything in the weekend, although there is class chalet but I don't want to stay over so I'll just go tomorrow for the BBQ. Tonight I have time for myself so I'm going to upload the pictures then paint my nails (:&lt;br /&gt;Like YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-2852837801820698754?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/2852837801820698754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=2852837801820698754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2852837801820698754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2852837801820698754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-some-free-time.html' title='finally some free time'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SqDdb6N_hkI/AAAAAAAACI4/yvzTvk1xiy0/s72-c/SDC113762171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-2284233281164000709</id><published>2009-08-25T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:34:17.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SpPL141QasI/AAAAAAAACIA/gNW_upRO8WM/s1600-h/Tears_by_Industrial_Whore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SpPL141QasI/AAAAAAAACIA/gNW_upRO8WM/s320/Tears_by_Industrial_Whore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373862907032398530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;There is comfort in the strength of love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Twill make a thing endurable, which else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Would overset the brain, or break the heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I have conversed with more than one who well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Remember the Old Man, and what he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Years after he had heard this heavy news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-2284233281164000709?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/2284233281164000709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=2284233281164000709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2284233281164000709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/2284233281164000709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-comfort-in-strength-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SpPL141QasI/AAAAAAAACIA/gNW_upRO8WM/s72-c/Tears_by_Industrial_Whore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-8191812195090541339</id><published>2009-08-23T15:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:59:00.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;17 August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that it was a Monday so I went to school early. I only remembered that it was a Monday and school starts late when I was already at Dover! The time was: 7.35am. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to call some people hoping somebody was ready and can have breakfast together. But no one was up for it. So I got off at Jurong and ate breakfast myself. Big achievement. I've never eaten on my own before, I'll always buy back if I was the only one eating. I had bak chor mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was boring, nothing much happened. Praised the Lord when school ended. After school stayed back for a while to discuss about my group's GP project. But as you know me, I'm very easily distracted and when I saw Sharma I went to say hi and it resulted in us talking the whole time. We sat in the middle of no where on the floor and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, had a discussion with Jeev and the end result wasn't very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night, I was online with Soleha, Summer and Rueban and we were doing the GP project. Goodness, I was already so dead tired and everything was going so slowly and I kept knocking off at the computer. Finally, I fell asleep on my computer and woke up the next day still at my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;18 August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school half dead thanks to the late night. I had to take a cab to school and that cost me $26.40. Oh Lord! It's so hard to save money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the GP presentation, we did an impromptu presentation. We came in 10 minutes late to get ready and we went in with butterflies in our stomachs. Thank God that everyone seemed to like it and our teacher seemed pleased with the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went home, showered then cabbed down to Jeev's place. Finally got to see auntie Vanessa after her operation and she seems well which is good.&lt;br /&gt;Something very sad happened, Shervan forgot me! But he's still so adorable. When Jeev carried him and asked him who was I, Shervan pouted! It was the cutest thing ever. But  eventually, Shervan grew accustomed to me so I got to carry him and he stopped crying! Could put him down and make him sleep. Magic Hands from Peyton Chanel! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie cooked beef vegetable and Tom Yum Soup for dinner. Yum-o!&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Jeev and I studied. So proud of him okay! Like he seriously studied. He did his work and when he didn't know how to do it, he called Dinesh to ask how to do the question.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to complete my Geography tutorial 8 question A and halfway of question B. I was going to finish it but then Jeev turned off the light. So mean! Then he won't turn it back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at like 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the cab and as I was leaving, he told me to call him once I reached home. In the cab, I searched through my bag and I realised that I left my phone at his house! I asked the cab driver if I could borrow his phone and I called Jeev to let him know that I left my phone at his house and he was so nice to bring it down for me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for school. Big deal...&lt;br /&gt;Had bowling photo taking in the afternoon after school. And after photo taking I went for the Student Council meeting. The teacher told us to mark our attendance and I found out that my name wasn't there. That means they took me out. Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, their loss. So I went to have lunch with Sharma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who went for the student council meeting said that half of the people withdrew and didn't want to take part because the council consumed too much time of their lives. And I guess it's good that I didn't  get in because they have to stay back 3 times a week till 6pm. That's insane. No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharma and I went to eat lunch. Took the red line to Dhoby Gaut because we didn't know where to go. Ate Long John Silver's at Macdonald House. At 6 we left.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, washed up and fell asleep at 7.30pm. I planned to wake up at 9pm to do some work but I ended up waking up at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I went back to sleep and I woke up the next morning for school refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;20 August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on time for school. Barely made it though but thank God that I did. Soleha didn't come because her knee was being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had math test and it was the hardest ever! Oh God, it was so difficult and I really understood that topic but once I saw the questions, that's it, not even the calculator could help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got trashed by Mr Toh about our test. Because he didn't come and a relief teacher gave us the test. She said that it was an open book test so we just listened and he got very pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after school to finish my tutorial 8 and I talked to Sharma, Ulfa, Cam, Rebeka, Sheqal, Scott, Brandon.. such a social butterfly right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left school with Sheqal, Scott and Brandon. They went to smoke, waited for them to finish then we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;At Kallang I called Jeev just to wonder how he was and he told me he was studying at the Marine Parade Library. So happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 12.30am, I was going to text him but he called. So sweet, that tree of mine. Unfortunately, he's at his relatives' this weekend so our scary movie marathon couldn't take place this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;21 August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning and I didn't want to go to school but I promised Sheqal that I'll come for the rugby match and I felt guilty for skipping MOB.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to school and I reached at 10.45am. Just nice when my break ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for MOB and I got 7 out of 10 for my class test. Very happy of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Hafiz, Jamie and I went to the stadium. Jamie studied, Hafiz, Shafiq, Aaron and I sat at the first tear and took photos of the rugby match and watched. A total of 391 pictures! It's taking forever to upload too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SpEJn6j2n2I/AAAAAAAACHo/mXWKY8BuIbk/s1600-h/_MG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SpEJn6j2n2I/AAAAAAAACHo/mXWKY8BuIbk/s320/_MG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373086411768897378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SpEKyRD-RPI/AAAAAAAACH4/er1eqwum5nI/s1600-h/_MG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SpEKyRD-RPI/AAAAAAAACH4/er1eqwum5nI/s320/_MG_0076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373087689119515890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SpEKx5TZYxI/AAAAAAAACHw/hblpitRovQ4/s1600-h/_MG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SpEKx5TZYxI/AAAAAAAACHw/hblpitRovQ4/s320/_MG_0063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373087682741756690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's so many photos that my computer's hard disk was so full that I can't do anything with it. So I was left to transfer my whole life into CDs. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back after the match with Sheqal, Joel, Brandon and Scott on the red line. Joel started to play 'mother' and he said, "I fucked your mother" and I was like..."Joel, you shouldn't have said that, my mom's dead" and he didn't believe me! He thought I was joking! He asked Sheqal and Sheqal told him that my mom passed away when I was 1 year old and he still didn't believe. He wanted to call Sanjeev just to confirm. Only after he heard it from Sanjeev's mouth then did he believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one alighted first. Joel alighted and when Sheqal and I were at Bishan, he called to ask if there's a wallet on the seat next to mine. So Sheqal and I got off at Bishan and waited for him to come and get his wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sheqal and I took the circle line to Serangoon, changed to the purple line at Serangoon, got off at Dhoby Gaut and changed back to the red line to City Hall where we got off and I took a bus back home.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SpEBoInojjI/AAAAAAAACHg/Gr10AkiVDWk/s1600-h/Singapore_mrt_lrt_map_future_version3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SpEBoInojjI/AAAAAAAACHg/Gr10AkiVDWk/s320/Singapore_mrt_lrt_map_future_version3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373077619449826866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is our route back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was craving Doritos Cheese Flavour and Magnum Ice Cream for the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;22 August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sarah at 11.30am at Eunos MRT station and we headed down to Dhoby Gaut for lunch. We ate at MOS burger. When we were at Plaza Singapura, we didn't see a single Malay person shopping. I'm dead serious. I know it's fasting month already but does that mean they can't even go shopping? Well I don't know. All I know is that the shopping mall was very empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we headed down to Little India. I went for threading. It's about time any way. I threaded my upper lip and eyebrows. First time doing my eyebrows. Oh goodness, when the lady threaded my eyebrows it was so painful! I teared.. Seriously, it was very painful and my eyebrows became so stiff that I couldn't do my cadbury eyebrows. Threading the upper lip isn't painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Toa Payoh. Let's just say the trip there was a waste of our completely great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some random bus and we dropped off at Novena because we've never been to Novena Square before.&lt;br /&gt;We shopped and thought of eating Haagendaz ice cream but it was too expensive so we settled for Anderson's. Not very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that on that one day alone in a few hours, we ate a lot. We walked around Square 2 and we came across this Korean place, Little Seoul. And they were selling Ddok buk kki! It's chili rice cakes. Damn nice! I love those things. When I saw them I knew I must buy them and besides, Sarah's never tried them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I have found ourselves a corner in the shopping mall where we sat and ate and chatted. There was no camera, it wasn't in a crowded area, it was away from human traffic so technically we weren't doing anything wrong there. :D&lt;br /&gt;The whole day we ate MOS Burger, Anderson's Ice Cream, Korean Rice Cakes and Korean potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy the Korean chopstick and spoon set. For $20+ but it's so nice! Also, I want to buy some stuff from cotton on. I need more colour in my life!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this week, I can drop by and buy the tops and maybe another bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of Cotton On shorts, black. Finally I have another pair of shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we've basically covered the entire mall, Sarah and I went back home. I reached home at 8.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week over all was quite eventful, and not so bad but weekend nights are getting so boring now. Hopefully, it'll pass. Sarah and I are hoping so too. We've not seen so many people for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-8191812195090541339?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/8191812195090541339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=8191812195090541339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8191812195090541339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8191812195090541339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/08/17-august-i-forgot-that-it-was-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SpEJn6j2n2I/AAAAAAAACHo/mXWKY8BuIbk/s72-c/_MG_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-5024227043287791712</id><published>2009-08-16T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:15:36.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>a whole load of emotions in one day</title><content type='html'>15th August 2009 was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tan Qiu Ting's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yay, happy birthday to her. I was the first one to wish her on the 11th and then I wished her again the day before her birthday and I just wished her again a belated birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was supposed to meet Sarah-Anne yesterday to go swimming together at Tampines Swimming Complex. We decided to meet up at 10 but I seriously overslept till 12pm and when I woke up I immediately called Sarah. I thought she was at Tampines waiting and decided to go home since I didn't show. When I called her she sounded groggy and whatever and I seriously thought she was crying over the phone. I felt horrible!&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, she texted me asking if we could meet later, I didn't reply, she took it as I was still sleeping and she too went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to meet up for lunch and study. I went down to East Point, met her at KFC and we ate. We started eating at 2 and we left KFC at 4.30-ish. All that time spent talking and eating.&lt;br /&gt;We went over to Starbucks and drank. I took the White Chocolate Mocha Frap and she took the Chocolate Chip Cream Frap. She also ate the Quiche and I ate the Yogurt Strawberry Parfait. And there we were supposed to study yet we ended up talking again. All the emotions.. from laughter, to confusion, to utter dismal. And to the point where I was at a lost of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the ladies and after that we didn't know what to do. I said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"I feel like watching a movie"&lt;/span&gt; and that's when the whole thing started.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I decided to invite other people along. We called Bryan, Boo and Asri. I tried calling Sanjeev but he didn't answer his phone and Mervyn was having a horrible day and he wasn't in his right state so he kept declining the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Tampines Mall, I tried calling Jeev again and his phone was busy. So after I've confirmed all the people that were coming, we bought four tickets cuz in the end only Bryan, Boo, Sarah and I went to watch the movie. We watched, G.I.JOE&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SofW4YWJNsI/AAAAAAAACHY/Xv0JNghAcN4/s1600-h/GI+Joe+movie+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SofW4YWJNsI/AAAAAAAACHY/Xv0JNghAcN4/s320/GI+Joe+movie+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370497344758953666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me tell you something, Sienna Millers (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ana in the movie&lt;/span&gt;) is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAKING HOT!&lt;/span&gt; Like seriously, when the first time you see her come out of the plane.. that's it, the only thing you want to see after that in the entire movie is her! Even when Channing Tatum appeared I was like, yeah ok.. where's the hot chick!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was some unhappiness and unrest which made me really sad and heartbroken and completely crushed and clueless then it was fine and I was left to be excited and lighthearted again. I tell you, one day my heart's not gonna be able to take all that emotions in such a short period of time that I'll just die. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Boo didn't feel like going home and I didn't feel like going home either but Sarah wanted to go home and so did Bryan cuz he had driving in the morning. So alright, the four of us walked a bit and in the end we took a cab. Boo and I got off at Simei Street (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't that sound familiar?&lt;/span&gt;) and walked over to Sanjeev's place! Woots. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Sanjeev downstairs and we talked. Walked over to 7-11 at East Point and bought drinks. Boo stole like 3 items from that place.. and I didn't even realise it. HAHAHA! We walked back and talked..&lt;br /&gt;4 plus in the morning, Boo and I went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I called Sanjeev and we talked on the phone till 5.30AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 2.30PM, from a wonderful night sleep that I haven't been able to have at home for the past 2 months or more.&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev and his dad had a bowling tournament today and his dad got 2nd place, he got 8th place. His dad won $100 from the bowling. Sanjeev won 2nd place in the lucky draw winning $80 and his dad won first place for the lucky draw winning another $100. They always sweep up all the prizes.&lt;br /&gt;Very proud of him and happy for their win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that frequent combing of your hair can lead to hair loss. Shit right? I mean, my hair's frizzy and long and dry, which will cause it to get tangled a lot and if I don't comb it it'll look horrible but if I comb it, it'll all drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" target=" _blank" href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20090810/tts-israel-science-hair-offbeat-c1b2fc3.html"&gt;Hair Loss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the site for the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Rueban showed me this video on youtube and it's the best bowling trick. It's the shizz!&lt;br /&gt;If I could do that.. heck, I'll quit MI and become a pro bowler already! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EO71od8J-0&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.facebook.com/posted.php?id=533593049&amp;amp;share_id=119228522063&amp;amp;ref=nf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#t=15"&gt;Youtube, best bowling trick.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find all my Literature things to put into the file for Mdm Shamala since she wants it tomorrow. Sigh, and I've got to finish my geography tutorials and there's gonna be a geography test tomorrow too. Urg!&lt;br /&gt;And Sanjeev's suspended so he's not going to come to school for an entire week. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-5024227043287791712?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/5024227043287791712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=5024227043287791712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5024227043287791712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5024227043287791712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/08/whole-load-of-emotions-in-one-day.html' title='a whole load of emotions in one day'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SofW4YWJNsI/AAAAAAAACHY/Xv0JNghAcN4/s72-c/GI+Joe+movie+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-1103241453014258683</id><published>2009-08-14T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:17:47.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Rest?</title><content type='html'>Let's start from 9th August shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th August is &lt;u&gt;national day&lt;/u&gt; and it is also my blog's birthday! YAY. So my blog's 3 years old. Wow, doesn't time seriously go by in a blink of an eye?&lt;br /&gt;Since I slept at 5.30AM the night before because I couldn't sleep and had so many things on my mind, I woke up extremely late. My 2nd aunt came from Guam to visit. Did she have morbid news to bring us. Shall not dwell on that, personal family matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, as I was on the laptop, doing nothing and being so sad that someone didn't reply my message and RSVP my invitation, Vienna texted me and asked if I was free and wanted to go see the fireworks with her. I said of course and in two hours after our text conversations, we met up at City Hall MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so coincidental that the two of us were wearing blue. Although her blue was the denim blue and mine was navy blue, it was still blue. We walked around Raffles City, walked over to Marina Square and finally ended up at Suntec and ate Swensen's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Calamari Rings, Crispy Veggie Mix, Terriyaki Chicken Pasta, Seafood Lasagna and Frosted Choco Malt for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;We ate, we camwhored and finally we were so full we thought we couldn't get out of the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Esplanade and there we bumped into Huien and YJ and Huien's RP friends. Also, we bumped into Janice and her poly friends. Anyways, me and Vienna joined Huien and friends to look at the fireworks at Esplanade. It wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks this year was way better compared to the previous years when they seemed so boring and mundane. This year.. it was really good. Thankfully they didn't stinge in this economical crisis. If they did, I'll probably go back to Indonesia where the fireworks are cheaper. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the fireworks, we went to Raffles City and ended up sitting at Macs to slack. As we were walking to Macs, I saw my fate! AHHHH. OMG, it was the same hotness I saw at Bugis street and Esplanade. That's 3 days in a row. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienna and I didn't get whatever the poly people were doing, playing and talking about so we decided to camwhore. LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SoVLgk5vuFI/AAAAAAAACHQ/FbGw2qKtySc/s1600-h/5891_133580495736_733440736_2860707_1964651_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SoVLgk5vuFI/AAAAAAAACHQ/FbGw2qKtySc/s320/5891_133580495736_733440736_2860707_1964651_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369781153742960722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vienna had to leave early because her cousins were coming over. I sent her to the MRT station then headed back to the group. Hellven entertained me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Esplanade and sat at the lobby and talked, played murderer and polar bear. Lame, I know but it was fun, in an odd way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to midnight we realized that the train services weren't extended that night so we were all stuck with no way of going home and everyone lived at different areas which was so inconvenient to share a cab.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, for his divine intervention because Sanjeev called me however I didn't answer the phone so I called him back. He told me that he was at Marina Square and he was going to take a cab to Tampines Safra to meet his dad at the bowling alley. Okay, since I was planning to go over to Rachel's place at Pasir Ris, I asked him if it was okay that I took a ride with him to Tampines. He said ok and picked me up at Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cab he asked me to go join him and his parents and I thought, why not since I've not seen his parents for so long.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the bowling alley, I called Rachel, told her that I won't be coming over and actually I had a lot of fun at the bowling alley although I didn't play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once auntie finished playing, we talked while the boys played their pool/bowling. We went back to Simei at about 4 in the morning? Yeah. And auntie and I were wearing similar tops. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were about to leave the alley, Sanjeev's dad wore jeans with slippers (flip-flops) and when Sanjeev saw that he shouted (I mean it, SHOUTED) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Wah, that's damn mat!"&lt;/span&gt; and four lanes behind him were a group of Malays, mats, staring at him. Uncle happily said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"okay, let's go"&lt;/span&gt; but Sanjeev hasn't finished putting on his shoes yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, got up at 2plus PM, showered then tried to wake Sanjeev. What a task. Heehee. Forever having a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;morning thing&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when uncle came back home, Sanjeev, uncle and I watched 7 Deadly Sins on History Channel. Shervan was watching too. The theme of the sin was LUST. When the pictures of a magazine with playboy bunnies appeared, Shervan had like some spasm. So adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, Jeev and I got ready and headed down to Simpang to meet Bryan for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Once that was over, I took a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and went online, talked to Sarah and somewhere in the middle of the night, Sarah IM-ed me saying, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"your anneh got locked out of his house!"&lt;/span&gt; OH GOD! He missed curfew by 15 minutes and he got locked out. So he, Bryan and Mervyn went over to Bryan's place to taunt the night away. At about 5, Jeev told me that he managed to get some shut eye but at 5.30AM, Bryan woke him up with a jolt so that he could get ready to go home to get ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with Jeev, Rohit and Justin. We reached Bukit Batok and took a Chrysler(sp?) cab to school from the MRT station. Jeev, Justin and I sat at the back and laughed all the way to school because the ride was sooooo entertaining. Rohit sat in front and didn't know what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;We went straight into the school and didn't get booked for latecoming :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept during GP lesson and the first thing I heard when I woke up at the end of it was my teacher shouting, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"ABORTION, ABORTION!"&lt;/span&gt; Like, wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;I paid attention during Math lesson and in Literature class it was about a mother who aborted her child. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"ABORTION, ABORTION!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of Lit lesson, Mdm Cho asked the class, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;"Class, are the poems and proses I'm giving you too disturbing?"&lt;/span&gt; and I replied, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Mdm Cho, I know what you teachers are doing! You all incorporate all these things into our study materials because you know that a sex education lesson would be of no use to us and that's why you give us stories about failed marriages and abortions, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;"No... It's not a conspiracy theory"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"But it is, PROPAGANDA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Joel and Swee Wan. This is 11th August already if you haven't noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened on Wednesday. Jeev didn't go to school. Nothing much happened in school, very mundane and after school I immediately went home. I took 506 and changed to 13 at Upper East Coast Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Lit was awesome, as always. GP was average, my GP group camwhored in class using our laptops. How horrible can we get? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;During the 2 hour break, I ate for an hour, talked and in 15 minutes copied Bjorn's math homework. During math, I slept. During Geog, me and Soleha kept tweeting each other. It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went home to change and wash up to go down to Simpang. I reached earlier than Sanjeev but who cares, I was on the phone with Sheqal for some very important business.&lt;br /&gt;At Simpang, Boo was damn retarded. Don't know what went wrong with him that night, his imagination was wild. From something so small and insignificant he could come up with some long story which ends with him saying a monologue of, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"ohh.. shut up Boo"&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Albert came. That little snick, he didn't tell me he was going to wear his batman shirt, if he did I could have worn my batgirl shirt and we would be so alike. Albert had some cool story which involved 5 girls. Amazing, for a 16 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9plus, Boo left, Bryan, Albert, Jeev and I went to the park and we ended up playing dai ti. I won once.. for the first time I play the game. I'm very proud of myself. SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;11 something, we left. Split into 2 pairs, Albert &amp;amp; Bryan, Jeev and I. I of course, ended up going over even when I have school the next day. Stayed over and he was supposed to wake me up at 5.45AM, he woke me up at 6.04AM. Causing me to have to rush down by cab home, get ready for school then rush down to the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;Jeev, Rohit and I decided to get down at Kallang and take a cab to school. Met Rosy in the train.. HAHAHA, as always, basterd her about being a nurse in public. Before going out of the train I said quite loudly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Alright, take care, NURSE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school early. Completely knocked out for Mother Tongue, MOB was fuck as usual thanks to Mr Sham and I'm very proud of myself. I made a confession, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Mr Sham, I have a confession to make"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"I didn't do my case study"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"So what do you want me to punish you with?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"That's up to you, I'm just telling you I didn't do my case study"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After HT period in the hall, some of my classmates sang the birthday song to Mdm Cho cuz it's her birthday today. Soleha and I went over and sang our song to her then I said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Mdm Cho, so that means you had your first child when you were 20?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;"Yeah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Ohh...Go make some more la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*everyone goes: Oohhhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Really! You and your husband don't end up just 'Talking In Bed'"&lt;/span&gt; (Talking In Bed is a poem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Mdm Cho blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"It's okay, never mind never mind, go home and have sex.. really!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*everyone laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's over and I find out that Sanjeev got suspended for a week from school. Bound to happen sooner or later. I'll be without a boyfriend in school for a week, next week.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for him after school and we both went back home with Dani, Justin and Suriya. Suriya is damn funny. That boy.. once, when Sanjeev was sitting down and looking at Suriya, Suriya whispered to Justin, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"Eh how? Sanjeev staring at me.. Should I ask for number or not? But wait, I already have his number" &lt;/span&gt;I was standing behind him and the three of us can't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off at Eunos and now I'm home with my eyes half closed/half opened. Depending on how optimistic you look at life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-1103241453014258683?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/1103241453014258683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=1103241453014258683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1103241453014258683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/1103241453014258683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/08/rest.html' title='Rest?'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SoVLgk5vuFI/AAAAAAAACHQ/FbGw2qKtySc/s72-c/5891_133580495736_733440736_2860707_1964651_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-4563779840803126350</id><published>2009-08-12T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:52:46.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefield by jordan sparks</title><content type='html'>Don't try to explain your mind&lt;br /&gt;I know what's happenin' here&lt;br /&gt;One minute it's love&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly it's like a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word turns into a war&lt;br /&gt;Why is it the smallest things that tear us down?&lt;br /&gt;My world's nothing when you don't&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here without a shield&lt;br /&gt;Can't go back now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both hands tied behind my back with nothing&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again&lt;br /&gt;Why we gotta fall for it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to start a war&lt;br /&gt;You know I never wanna hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield, a battlefield?&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield, a battlefield?&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't swallow our pride&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us wanna raise that flag&lt;br /&gt;If we can't surrender then we both gonna lose&lt;br /&gt;What we had, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both hands tied behind my back with nothing&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again&lt;br /&gt;Why we gotta fall for it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to start a war&lt;br /&gt;You know I never wanna hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield, a battlefield?&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield, a battlefield?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you better go and get your armor&lt;br /&gt;(Get your armor)&lt;br /&gt;Get your armor&lt;br /&gt;I guess you better go and get your armor&lt;br /&gt;(Get your armor)&lt;br /&gt;Get your armor&lt;br /&gt;I guess you better go and get your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could pretend that we are friends tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;And in the morning we'll wake up and we'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby, we don't have to fight&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want this love to feel like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield, a battlefield?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you better go and get your armor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to start a war&lt;br /&gt;You know I never wanna hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;(Fighting, fighting for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield, a battlefield?&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield, a battlefield?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you better go and get your armor&lt;br /&gt;(Get your armor)&lt;br /&gt;Get your armor&lt;br /&gt;I guess you better go and get your armor&lt;br /&gt;(Get your armor)&lt;br /&gt;Get your armor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like?&lt;br /&gt;Why does love always feel like?&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield, a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to start a war&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to start a war&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't have the mood to blog about my weekend. When I do get my mojo back, I'll blog about it. Right now, I'm too preoccupied.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-4563779840803126350?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/4563779840803126350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=4563779840803126350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/4563779840803126350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/4563779840803126350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/08/battlefield-by-jordan-sparks.html' title='Battlefield by jordan sparks'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-8437796792543661646</id><published>2009-08-09T04:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T04:17:08.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Box by Omarion ft. Timbaland</title><content type='html'>Fussin' and fightin', we back at it again&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's my fault but you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;I got memories, this is crazy&lt;br /&gt;You ain't nothin' like the girl I used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good with ma, good with pa, cool with all my niggas&lt;br /&gt;I should try to decide, wanna let you in&lt;br /&gt;That means memories and it's crazy&lt;br /&gt;You ain't nothin' like the girl I used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I really wanna work this out 'cause I'm tired of fightin'&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope you still want me the way I want you&lt;br /&gt;I said, I really wanna work this out, yo girl, I'm tryin'&lt;br /&gt;It's no excuse, no excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got this ice box where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;But I got this ice box where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got this ice box where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;Said I got this ice box where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I get it right? Just can't let it go&lt;br /&gt;I opened up, she let me down, I won't feel that no more&lt;br /&gt;I got memories, this is crazy&lt;br /&gt;She ain't nothin' like the girl I used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean to take it out on you, baby, but I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my heart is in the same ol' condition that baby left it&lt;br /&gt;And I, I apologize for makin' you cry&lt;br /&gt;Look me in my eye and promise you won't do me the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I really wanna work this out 'cause I'm tired of fightin'&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope you still want me the way I want you&lt;br /&gt;I said, I really wanna work this out, yo girl, I'm tryin'&lt;br /&gt;It's no excuse, no excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got this ice box where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;I got this ice box where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this ice box where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;I got this ice box where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be stuck up in this cold, cold world&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna mess this up, better keep your eye on me, girl&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna mess this up, better keep your eye on me, girl&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna mess this up, better keep your eye on me, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be stuck up in this cold, cold world&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna mess this up, better keep your eye on me, girl&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna mess this up, better keep your eye on me, girl&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna mess this up, better keep your eye on me, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Should I carve my heart out or should I freeze myself in the freezer till my heart turns to ice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-8437796792543661646?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/8437796792543661646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=8437796792543661646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8437796792543661646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8437796792543661646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/08/ice-box-by-omarion-ft-timbaland.html' title='Ice Box by Omarion ft. Timbaland'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-5631314925984027450</id><published>2009-08-08T18:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:56:29.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>groovy!</title><content type='html'>Thursday after school Reuban, Hafiz and I went to Bugis to shop for outfits for Friday's national day celebration. We went to Bugis street to look for Rueban a tie-dye shirt but to no prevail. He had to leave early because he had tuition at Yew Tee. We also bumped into Gerald, Kiren and Aaron at Bugis who were also shopping for clothes for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz and I went back to Bugis street to look for my Bohemian dress but if they had nice designs the material was horrible or if the material was nice, the design was ugly. So in the end, I only bought my brown bag for $18 and a butterfly shaped dress for $10.&lt;br /&gt;At Bugis street I bumped into this hot guy! Everywhere we went in Bugis street we would bump into him. It's fate!! HAHAHA. He seriously is hot. He looks mixed which makes it even cooler but there's only one problem, he's short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz and I went to Parco to see if they sold anything that I could get but there wasn't any so we headed back. I dropped off at Parkway and went to Charles and Keith and bought my sandals. I looked around Parkway and they didn't sell the kind of dress I wanted. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I was late so I didn't have enough time to put on make up with my outfit. But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;I headed down to City Hall station and Sheqal came. But because I was waiting for Sanjeev, Sheqal went ahead to school first.&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev, Rohit and Soleha finally reached City Hall at 7.20am. We took the cab and at Dover we knew we were going to be late so we suggested to go for breakfast first but Soleha didn't want to. So we got down at Clementi and took a cab to school. We didn't get booked because we took the cab all the way in to the school and we slipped by the security guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the hall and Soleha and I had a problem with sitting on the floor because the two of us were wearing heels. So it looked really weird when we sat cross-legged on the floor with really nice Charles and Keith heels. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us went back to class and we had an awesome time cam-whoring. We did a lot of cool shots. However, we forgot to do one shot, the STAIRCASE SHOT! Walao.. you people just leave after school.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we sang all the national day songs in class with the help of youtube and even the National Anthem. Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan went weird and played the American National Anthem. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sn1Yx1_lZoI/AAAAAAAACHA/iMf7pYBsxXo/s1600-h/6530_112054173982_626713982_2254368_2762047_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sn1Yx1_lZoI/AAAAAAAACHA/iMf7pYBsxXo/s320/6530_112054173982_626713982_2254368_2762047_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367543944226104962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my class! Everybody wore their outfits. Best class ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued taking lots of pictures. Even after school at the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everyone left school, Soleha, Rueban and I stayed in school to do our GP project but we ended up not doing anything. Soleha and I ended up chatting to each other over MSN although we were sitting right next to each other and the three of us talked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;At around 4, Soleha had to leave first because she was meeting her friend at Clementi. Reuban and I waited for the rest to come back since they said they were coming back to meet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev, Dinesh, Sheqal and Joel came back but they were behaving very strangely. In the end I found out that they were all D-R-U-N-K.&lt;br /&gt;They went to drink at the coffeeshop with Scott, Rebekah and Camillie. AMAZING! They came back and started talking about random things, they were so high that they were so weird!&lt;br /&gt;While walking out of the school, Joel walked ahead and suddenly at the grass patch, he puked! And his puke was like a freaking projectile! Gross. We all walked towards the MRT station. Joel suddenly left and took the bus home after taking Dinesh's sunglasses. Dinesh wasn't going the same way as us so he took the bus too with Joel's hat.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us took the bus the remaining way to the MRT station. Rueban took the other line and Sheqal, Sanjeev and I took the green line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off at City Hall with Sheqal because I was meeting Jixian at Dhoby Gaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jixian at Dhoby Gaut and the two of us headed to Cathay. We had dinner at Astons. Then we headed up to check out the movie timings but they were either all selling fast or were really late night movies. So we headed down to Plaza Singapura to check out the movie timings but it was the same scenario over there.&lt;br /&gt;In the end we went to Starbucks to chill. We sat down and talked. Then we came to the decision of going down to Clark Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Clark Quay, Jixian gave me a tour around the clubs. HAHAHA! Waiting for me to turn 18 so that we can both go clubbing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Since there was nothing for us to do and everything was closing, I suggested we go down to Esplanade which we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Esplanade I saw Edward who was waiting for his girlfriend to come out of the toilet. And I'm pretty sure he waited for close to 30 minutes for his girlfriend to come out.&lt;br /&gt;Jixian and I sat down and talked. Camwhored, thanks to me. And talked some more. Isn't it so fun to catch up with your friend especially when you've not met each other for 3 years!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sn1ZSItpOlI/AAAAAAAACHI/--y33NH_j7g/s1600-h/SDC113482014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sn1ZSItpOlI/AAAAAAAACHI/--y33NH_j7g/s320/SDC113482014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367544499006945874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He talks a lot now. Well maybe he talks a lot only to me. Honestly, I've never noticed that he was quiet and boring. When we talks to me it's always so random, spontaneous and amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11pm we headed to the bus stop. Since they barricaded the road, we couldn't jaywalk so we had to go through the underpass. There, in the center of the junction, we saw a group of breakdancers doing their thing. And there, right there, I saw the same guy I saw at Bugis street the day before!!&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD! It's fate!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a breakdancer, that's why he's muscular but short. But omg, his body... hotness. There were 3 exits and Jixian and I went to all the wrong exits before we finally went through the right one.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 12am. Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally fun days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-5631314925984027450?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/5631314925984027450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=5631314925984027450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5631314925984027450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/5631314925984027450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/08/groovy.html' title='groovy!'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/Sn1Yx1_lZoI/AAAAAAAACHA/iMf7pYBsxXo/s72-c/6530_112054173982_626713982_2254368_2762047_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-8925031767268019159</id><published>2009-08-05T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:30:03.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>pleasure is desire fulfilled</title><content type='html'>It's rare to find me blogging 2 days in a row isn't it? Well, I've completed most of my work and now I've got some free time.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've been having a lot of free time since 2 hours ago. Would you like to know what I've been doing for 2 hours? I've been "online window-shopping". It saves me the hassle of literally going window shopping. I see what I like on the shop's website then I go to the stores to see if they have it. Saves time too and my feet don't ache now after window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went through Levi's, Dorothy Perkins, Forever 21, Topshop and FCUK. There were so many nice things that I'll love to have and the prices stated on the website are so cheap but I know that once I go to the store it ain't the same price. At moments like this, I wish I have a credit card so that I can just shop online and get the goods without leaving the comfort of my house. HOWEVER, the negative aspect of that would be I've not tried on the merchandises so I won't know whether the outfit will suit my body type. Therefore, I conclude that online window shopping yet real mall shopping is the best way to go about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the things that I've noted down because they've captured my interest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Levi's:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. High waisted skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;2. Low rise jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dorothy Perkins:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Silver/Blue Kimono Sleeve Top&lt;br /&gt;2. Green &amp;amp; Pink flower print top&lt;br /&gt;3. Black animal print tunic&lt;br /&gt;4. Black &amp;amp; White border print tunic&lt;br /&gt;5. Pink ditsy tunic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Forever 21:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Baroness Babydoll top&lt;br /&gt;2. Fiesta panel tunic&lt;br /&gt;3. Fab paisley floral dress&lt;br /&gt;4. Bazaar twist dress&lt;br /&gt;5. Mixed shapes woven dress&lt;br /&gt;6. Clarita chiffon dress&lt;br /&gt;7. Sylvia mixed print sundress&lt;br /&gt;8. Floral green sundress&lt;br /&gt;9. Vintage floral sundress&lt;br /&gt;10. Paisley woven sundress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FCUK:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coconut dress (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't be deceived by the name, it's the dress that Bryan picked out for me&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SnmD__de32I/AAAAAAAACGw/rQLPieWbPzA/s1600-h/coconut+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SnmD__de32I/AAAAAAAACGw/rQLPieWbPzA/s320/coconut+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366465566378745698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nouveau dress (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust me, it's nicer in the blue&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SnmENmBB49I/AAAAAAAACG4/qZP3_LdFSh8/s1600-h/nouveau+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SnmENmBB49I/AAAAAAAACG4/qZP3_LdFSh8/s320/nouveau+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366465800066687954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, so I've made a pact with myself that I'm going to save money everyday and once I reach $500 I'm going to buy myself a new collection of clothing. And of course I need accessories such as bracelets/bangles, necklaces, bags, shoes, rings.. okay, I'll save &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$600&lt;/span&gt; :D I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be able to save that amount of money in a time span of 2 months. Then I'll continue saving so that after the end of year exams I can go for my shopping spree. Fantabulous planning! Oh, I'll bring Bryan along, I need my Aquarius fashion partner to help me out. HAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I left house at 6.30am. I took 36 to City Hall station at 6.40am and I reached City Hall at 7am. WOW! I immediately called Sheqal to ask him where he was and he was reaching the MRT station. Fantastic! So the two of us met and we went to school together.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like old times, the two of us going to school together in the morning. Sheqal slept at 3am the night before because he was up all night on ooVoo. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Bukit Batok station and we were darn early. We bought Milk Coffee and Green Tea and walked to the bus stop. On our walk there, Sheqal commented, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Why doesn't our school have any cute, sweet girls?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"There's still me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his reply was, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"You were SO a few months ago"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you people who think that that comment meant that I'm outdated, you're so wrong. Only some people would understand the full meaning considering the history that Sheqal and I had and the problems that arised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school very early indeed and we still had time to walk up to the stadium. Sheqal and I didn't know where to sit or stand because it's been forever since we've had assembly at the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was great because there was just Malay and Business. Today's timetable was switched with Friday's. So for the entire day I didn't see Ryan. Awesome. But during HT period he was so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for tomorrow's Literature lesson when he'll be most annoying and that's when I'll shoot the fuck out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shouldn't eat the school food anymore. For the past few days when I eat the school food I keep feeling sick after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev didn't go to school again today. I don't want him to fall back into his old habit of finding any reason and excuse to skip school. This time, luck's not going to help him scrape through like O levels when it helped us all get out of secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God please help me. &lt;/span&gt;I'm very worried for my darling, I don't want him to fall behind and I don't want him to retain! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-8925031767268019159?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/8925031767268019159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=8925031767268019159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8925031767268019159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8925031767268019159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/08/pleasure-is-desire-fulfilled.html' title='pleasure is desire fulfilled'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SnmD__de32I/AAAAAAAACGw/rQLPieWbPzA/s72-c/coconut+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-300315387771222028</id><published>2009-08-04T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:19:57.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>hectic.</title><content type='html'>The last time I posted was on Friday and that was after a horrible moment. When I got home, went on the computer, ranted my frustrations, talked to some awesome people, I felt better and was feeling bored. Thank God for Sanjeev's call. He called me to ask me whether I would accompany him to town since he wanted to go shopping. Of course I'll accompany my boyfriend to go shopping. And in town, where we've never gone to together before. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Seriously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Sanjeev at Tampines Mall at around 8pm. After he switched his pants, we headed down to Town. We reached there around 9.30pm and every shop was either getting ready to close or already closed.&lt;br /&gt;Like what the hell? A Friday night, and town was more like a ghost town. In the end, we just walked around looking for a shop that was open and couldn't find any. We ended up at Border's Bistro and that place is retarded! Bottled water costs $5.80. I'd rather drink their beer which is damn big and it cost a few dollars more than the water. There was no way we were going to eat there, so we slowly got up and left without attracting too much attention to ourselves. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to Shaw Center and watched Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hotel opposite Far East Plaza we saw this white Lamborghini and when we walked back, we saw the driver. It was some young Chinese kid who's the typical ah beng. I said to Sanjeev, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Must be the father's car"&lt;/span&gt;. And in front of us were these two dudes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kinda gay)&lt;/span&gt;, one of them turned to the other one and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Must be the father's car"&lt;/span&gt;. Well, it's only normal, it's an old model Lamborghini and a young Chinese guy is driving it. Of course the father either gave it to him because he got himself a new car or the car's second hand. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished watching the movie and headed straight home because Sanjeev had curfew which he already missed but his dad was nice enough to let him watch Harry Potter with me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being completely unsatisfied with the fact that he didn't get anything, on Saturday he called me up again and said we were heading down to town with Bryan to go shopping when the shops are actually open.&lt;br /&gt;So we met up and headed straight down to town. With the help of the two awesome Aquarius Fashion Stylists, baby managed to get 2 t-shirts and a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His 2 t-shirts: one was a coca-cola t-shirt, the other was The Beetles t-shirt. Both bought from Far East Plaza at some untitled shop on the 3rd floor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(if I'm not wrong)&lt;/span&gt;. Each for $25.&lt;br /&gt;His shirt: a pink shirt. Serious! None of us thought it'll look nice but it turned out to be the best out of all the 4 shirts he tried on. It was even better than the 2 he tried at G2000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev passed me all his shopping things. Hmm.. I thought the boyfriend was supposed to be doing that and the girlfriend was supposed to be shopping. Also, I thought the girlfriend was supposed to be the one most enthusiastic about shopping, but in this relationship it's totally the opposite. Bryan, being the witness knows that I wear the pants in the relationship since I act like the boyfriend. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked over to Tangs' to look around some more and there we passed by FCUK. Bryan spotted a really nice black tube dress for me. And I've got to agree with his sense of style. Well I mean, we're both Aquarians, we have the same great taste in fashion. I tried on the dress and it was so pretty! Want to make a guess on the price? Never mind, I'll tell you straight to save time. Are you sitting down? It's $199.90. Marketing strategy, use the 10 cents trick. Makes things look cheaper. It's just $200!! But I mean, I've bought a $217 dress from Desigual before and I really like that dress from Tangs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, will you buy it for me? Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9.30pm we left Town and headed to Jurong to fetch Lithia from her school. She said it was her best NDP practice because everything went smoothly and she got fetched by 3 awesome people (:&lt;br /&gt;All of us took a cab back to Simei. We showed auntie all the shopping items that Sanjeev got. Sanjeev needed to go meet his dad at some pub to play pool. Bryan was going with him. Jeev got ready, ironed his new pink shirt and we forced him to wear it to show his dad.&lt;br /&gt;Since Bryan and Sanjeev left, I stayed at the home and accompanied Lithia. I talked to auntie a lot and Lithia and I went retarded when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan was there to witness the war of the countries. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lithia, I still care for Singapore as much as I care for Indonesia! But Singapore copy Indonesia flag but just put stars and a crescent moon. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lithia ordered Macs, then she got sleepy so I told her to go sleep first. It was okay that she left me awake. Auntie and I talked some more and she too started to get tired, I mean, Shervan finally fell asleep so it was time for her to get some rest. In the end, I had to finish Lithia's fries and my fries and I left my Sundae in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;I told Sanjeev before that when I get married, if my husband hasn't come home/still doing work and haven't slept, I'll wait up for my husband then we'll sleep together. And I tried, really tried to stay up for Sanjeev but at 4.30am, I dozed off. But when Sanjeev came back, it was like my spidey senses came on and I woke up to greet him a good morning at 6.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Saturday was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Huien's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and also our &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;4th Month Anniversary :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast yeah, time passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept at around 7am and let me tell you, it ain't easy sleeping in between Sanjeev and Lithia. Sanjeev, so mean, forced me to sleep in the center!&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev ended up pressing himself against me as though I'm the wall. It's ok, used to it already. He does that all the time. Then Lithia on the other side, squeezed towards me also and her elbow to my face, her leg over mine, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excuse me girl... bolster is on the other side&lt;/span&gt;. At 12pm I kinda got woken up by that constant constraint and then by 2.30pm I couldn't take it anymore I got out of bed and washed up.&lt;br /&gt;Lithia and Sanjeev complain about not getting the blanket. I don't know why but throughout the night I kept waking up and noticed that Lithia forever not under the blanket and she's like bundled up in a ball so I'll put the blanket over her. Sanjeev.. sleeping like a rock. Anyways, those two kept complaining that they didn't get the blanket but for me, since I slept in the middle, no matter where the blanket went, I still got a piece of it. Just that space was an issue for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev was the last one to wake up. Lithia and I tried to wake him up constantly. Lithia went to shower and I continued trying to wake Sanjeev up. Even gave him future reference. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Wake up, how to be pilot like this? The flight will be delayed and you'll be the cause of it!"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Quick, it's already 2.45. You're flight's at 4pm.. you need to be an hour early to check in, check your plane all that, you're going to be late! wake up!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So throughout the day, didn't do much but slack at the house. In the evening, me and Sanjeev left. We took a cab, I dropped Sanjeev off at Simpang since he was meeting Boo and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 3rd August. The day started as usual, not bad. But once in school, it was horrid. Ryan couldn't shut up, he constantly annoyed everyone and he even made Mdm Shamala walk out of class. How to study like that?! I'm really pissed with Ryan. During PE I found that I have a phobia for balls. I have this fear of it whenever it heads for me and it's above my head. I have a fear for high-balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sanjeev didn't go to school again.&lt;br /&gt;At Bukit Batok's bus stop, I bumped into Joel, Liyana and Towfiq. Joel and Towfiq kept asking me why I was so emo. Towfiq came to the conclusion that it was because Sanjeev didn't come to school today. HAHAHA! Nonsense.. I'm always like that in the mornings. :D&lt;br /&gt;I paid attention for every lesson today. So proud of myself. I completed my GP timed assignment, paid attention during geog, did the work, listened for math, actually did the work given and understood how to do it, listened for MOB and come to the conclusion that I really don't like Mr Sham's style of teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Joel today. He was so nice to treat for dinner at Macs. We spent a great deal of time laughing at the most retarded thing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAP FIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, managed to do an outline for MOB tutorial and packed my clothes! Oh thank God for that. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I packed my clothes and I found clothes I never knew I had. Or forgot I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I WANT TO BE STUDENT COUNCIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-300315387771222028?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/300315387771222028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=300315387771222028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/300315387771222028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/300315387771222028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/08/hectic.html' title='hectic.'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-3172657191821597107</id><published>2009-07-31T11:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:27:58.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M FED UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you portray me as a fool and a juvenile in front of people. You embarrass me and annoy me. You say we have no communication, well who do you have to blame? You say I keep everything to myself, well because I've learned that when I do, things are easier and when I try to tell you, you don't listen. You say you want to know my problems, when I tell you, you just dismiss them and question me on what I want you to do.&lt;br /&gt;I failed, it's part of life but I tried my best, I gave all my effort, I fucking cared for myself and my actions. But all you say is that I don't care and that I don't think of my future. You don't know me. You say I'm a horrible person, but they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You made me to who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;And the most annoying thing about all this, is that even after you do all this to me, I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, for being such an ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-3172657191821597107?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/3172657191821597107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=3172657191821597107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3172657191821597107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/3172657191821597107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-fed-up-you-portray-me-as-fool-and.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-7010140090415400442</id><published>2009-07-27T17:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:17:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today. Because I'm in too much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not because I didn't sleep last night darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually already planned on not going to school today. Anyways, just to let all my readers know.. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you still haven't noticed&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got twitter linked up to my blog. So do follow me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:250%;" &gt;http://twitter.com/peytonchanel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've got a live chat box under my tagboard. This is a real cool device because, when I'm online &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as in on MSN)&lt;/span&gt; and you're reading my blog but you don't have my MSN address, you can chat with me there and I'll get your messages in real time!&lt;br /&gt;So you and I can chat through my blog. How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you're here and you notice that my live chat is with the status of "I'm online" don't hesitate to say hi, okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-7010140090415400442?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/7010140090415400442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=7010140090415400442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7010140090415400442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/7010140090415400442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-people-i-didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-8751328820348026033</id><published>2009-07-26T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:23:20.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SmtJzYdM0PI/AAAAAAAACGY/4wLyxuxEpzE/s1600-h/2b91d403fefc99e03c7a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SmtJzYdM0PI/AAAAAAAACGY/4wLyxuxEpzE/s320/2b91d403fefc99e03c7a.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362460928401789170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I love you enough to fight for you, compromise for you and sacrifice myself for you if need be. Enough to miss you incredibly when we're apart, no matter what length of time it's for and regardless of the distance. Enough to believe in our relationship, to stand by it through the worst of times, to have faith in our strength as a couple and to never give up on us. Enough to spend the rest of my life with you, be there for you when you need or want me and never ever want to leave you or live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I love you this much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-8751328820348026033?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/8751328820348026033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=8751328820348026033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/8751328820348026033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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penettiere</title><content type='html'>you don't buy me flowers&lt;br /&gt;you don't buy me drinks&lt;br /&gt;you don't drive me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;but totally insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to talk for hours&lt;br /&gt;until the night was through&lt;br /&gt;but recently your ego&lt;br /&gt;is going through the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you need a wake up call&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're too comfortable&lt;br /&gt;you think because you've bagged me&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to work at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like I've gotta do wrong&lt;br /&gt;to get your attention&lt;br /&gt;but maybe when I call this man up&lt;br /&gt;you'll finally start to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna have to cheat&lt;br /&gt;to keep your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;but maybe if I make you jealous&lt;br /&gt;you'll finally start to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is your wake up call&lt;br /&gt;this is your wake up call&lt;br /&gt;so wake up wake up&lt;br /&gt;you better wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you under-estimated&lt;br /&gt;the kinda chick I am&lt;br /&gt;but I don't have a problem&lt;br /&gt;finding someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put my little black dress on&lt;br /&gt;and go out to the clubs&lt;br /&gt;and you won't know what's going on&lt;br /&gt;till tomorrow when your boys tell you&lt;br /&gt;I was dancing with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you need a wake up call&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're too comfortable&lt;br /&gt;you think because you've bagged me&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to work at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like I gotta do wrong&lt;br /&gt;to get your attention&lt;br /&gt;but maybe when I call this man up&lt;br /&gt;you finally start to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna have to cheat&lt;br /&gt;to keep your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;but maybe if I make you jealous&lt;br /&gt;you finally start to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is your wake up call&lt;br /&gt;this is your wake up call&lt;br /&gt;so wake up wake up&lt;br /&gt;you better wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you taking me for granted&lt;br /&gt;boy you really slacking&lt;br /&gt;if I find somebody I like&lt;br /&gt;I might have to grab him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is running out, but&lt;br /&gt;you need to do my right, so&lt;br /&gt;I'ma get mine back&lt;br /&gt;you better wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like I gotta do wrong&lt;br /&gt;to get your attention&lt;br /&gt;but maybe if I call this man up&lt;br /&gt;you finally start to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna have to cheat&lt;br /&gt;to keep your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;but maybe if I make you jealous&lt;br /&gt;you finally start to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is your wake up call&lt;br /&gt;this is your wake up call&lt;br /&gt;so wake up&lt;br /&gt;wake up&lt;br /&gt;you better wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-6978366597683975832</id><published>2009-07-24T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:33:42.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Where's my samurai?</title><content type='html'>It's the end of the week already. I've made a resolution for myself, I'm going to study like seriously everyday. Must finish homework and study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we already know what happened on Monday from the previous post and now it's time to continue the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I had class photo-taking after school. It's not like the conventional ones where it's a fixed place. We got to choose where we wanted to take the photos. For the informal shot we went all the way up to the hill above the pond and took our photos there. For the informal shot we could bring props and Ruzanna was so cute! She brought her Liverpool banner and a tiara. She slung the banner across her body like how a Miss Universe would sling the name of her country and wore her tiara.&lt;br /&gt;Bazilah brought her geeky specks. Basically, we had a lot of fun cam-whoring for a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After photo taking, Jamie, Rueban and I went to Little India to buy my sari for Racial Harmony Day.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I bought a sari. It's very nice. Thanks to Rueban because his mom works at a sari shop at Little India near Jalan Kerbau.&lt;br /&gt;It's green in color. A very nice green, mind you. I actually wanted a black one because well, blacks a nice color to wear but they didn't sell black sari. Rueban's mom laid out all the colors and it ranged from pink to orange to purple and yellow. When she pulled out the green one, Jamie's immediate response, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"this one's very nice!"&lt;/span&gt; I took the cloth, placed it over my arm and Jamie said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"the color suits you. I suggest you take this one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, I trust my fashion consultant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the sari and the three of us headed to Parkway to get Jamie's Baju Kebaya. Turns out, the Kebaya shop isn't there anymore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(same as the incident at Hougang Mall)&lt;/span&gt; so we went to Katong Shopping Mall because the lady at Isetan said that there was a shop there.&lt;br /&gt;We walked over to Katong Shopping Mall and found the shop. The lady asked, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"are you looking to buy or rent a baju kebaya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"Buy one. How much is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"$160. Just for the top."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Everyone gasps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"If I want to rent?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"We don't rent here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and planned to head down to Siglap Centre. But we changed our minds in the cab and took it to Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;There was a Baju Kebaya store there and it cost $130 for the whole set. Good Lord. My sari only cost $25.&lt;br /&gt;I could like buy 5 sets of Sari and it would cost as much as Jamie's 1 baju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got Jamie's costume, we took the train home. I took the NEL train to Serangoon and changed to the circle line and got off at Bartley. Took a bus to Eunos station and changed to another bus home.&lt;br /&gt;Bartley is damn freaky at night okay! There's absolutely no lights on the overhead bridge and the roads were damn dark and I was all alone there. There were rarely any cars passing by and everywhere I looked was dark. And the buses came at like 15 minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I reached home in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was Racial Harmony Day! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOMENESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late because it was raining and I took my own sweet time to get ready because I already know that I'm late. So why rush.&lt;br /&gt;I packed my sari into my bag and took my giant umbrella and walked to the bus stop. 196 came and I took it. Since I wasn't rushing for time, I took the bus all the way to Clementi from my house. It was a one and a half hour bus ride. I was freezing in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;All my fingernails turned purple from the cold. I was shivering as I got down the bus. The outside air was no different! It was equally cold.&lt;br /&gt;I took a train to school then took a bus and nobody was at the side gate. I walked in and didn't get booked for being late. I walked into the hall just in time for photo taking. I missed Jai Ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed into my sari with the help of Dian and Thivya. It kept falling off... After Literature, it was supposed to be Malay but Stephanie, Sarah, Asmita and I didn't know where the class was so we went to the Cafe. But before we did, we bumped into Mdm Shamala and I really needed her to help me tie my sari. So she pulled us into E-hub and unwrapped me and used me as a demonstration to the other girls on how to tie a sari. When she finished, it was beautiful! And she taught me how to walk properly and elegantly in a sari and how to sit carefully. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us slacked at the Cafe and after Malay period ended, we went back to our home classes.&lt;br /&gt;Took a lot of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures are on facebook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch in school with Jamie. Then we went home. I went home with Hafiz and Sheqal. Me and Hafiz got down at Kallang and took a cab home. I dropped Hafiz off and in the cab Sanjeev called to ask how was school.&lt;br /&gt;I got home, took off the sari, bathed and just got on the computer when Sanjeev called to ask if I wanted to go over because the guys were going over to slack. I asked if Sarah was going to be there and of course she is! I went over, duh.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, Mervyn, Asri, Sarah were already there when I came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mervyn and Sanjeev as usual played soccer on PS2, Bryan as usual was outside with me and Sarah talking, Asri was in the room doing his project's speech.&lt;br /&gt;We ordered food from Spize. I had cheese fries. Satisfy my craving of it that's been going on for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't finish it though when it came. I wanted to take it home but when I went home I forgot to take it back! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened while we were all there. It was the usual thing. Everybody doing their own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a half day in school because of the A level Mother Tongue listening examinations.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I bumped into Sheqal on the train ride to school. Sanjeev called when we were at Clementi. He said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Come over la, nobody's at home and Shervan's not letting me sleep. If you come over you can help me take care of him while I sleep a while. I haven't slept yet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was being so proud at the fact that he woke up early. Turns out he hasn't slept for the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;I actually didn't mind going down but, troublesome. I would have to go get MC for my absence and stuff like that. So I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;During break, I snuck out of school with Thivya and went home to bathe and get my study things before heading down to Sanjeev's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie was already home by the time I went over. Sanjeev still hasn't slept and he was eating his Macs lunch.&lt;br /&gt;The aircon people came to clean their air conditions. Sanjeev's air con was the dirtiest! Goodness.. I saw the guy cleaning it and it was filthy! The water turned black.&lt;br /&gt;At around 4, they finished cleaning all the air conditions and everyone went to sleep. Auntie, Shawn, Sanjeev and I went to sleep. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what time Sanjeev woke up but all I know is that he woke me up at around 10 after he finished bathing and asked me to go bathe before his dad got home. OK. I took a shower then started my MOB homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I had dinner then his dad came home.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely time went by really fast because I know that his dad came home at about 11? And when he came out from his shower it was already 12.45am.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 2am and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning it was raining again. Went to school by taking 76 to Paya Lebar.&lt;br /&gt;Technically I was late but I think due to the rain they didn't book us. Luckily I didn't decide to go ahead with my plan of going to have breakfast at Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent break time with Sarah, Stephanie and Ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me today but during Home Time I sat on the same chair as Soleha and constantly whined about being fat. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;After school, ate lunch at school with Jamie, Rou Urn and Soleha. Went home with Soleha and Rohit on 506. I went all the way to Upper East Coast Road and changed to 13.&lt;br /&gt;Took me an hour to get home which is pretty good but it's expensive to take 506! URGH! So annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Why must this stupid school be so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm very disappointed in myself because of my grades.&lt;br /&gt;S, S, S, U, U, E.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;That is why I'm going to change my habit and really study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers keep saying, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Don't be discouraged by your grades. This is your first time attempting such an exam. There's still promo 2."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before they said that line, they said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"A lot of you failed. That's terrible. You won't be able to excel and you'll surely retain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32443520-6978366597683975832?l=peytonchanel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/feeds/6978366597683975832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32443520&amp;postID=6978366597683975832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6978366597683975832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32443520/posts/default/6978366597683975832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peytonchanel.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheres-my-samurai.html' title='Where&apos;s my samurai?'/><author><name>peyton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608102635913916452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/S4Pox5iAlAI/AAAAAAAACSw/jQDfVWuqlYk/S220/DSCN1441.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32443520.post-5981672383417922169</id><published>2009-07-20T23:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:39:18.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Friday, I went home with Rou Urn and Jamie on 985. Jamie and I took it all the way to Kallang. On the way down to Kallang, Joel called me and asked me whether I wanted to meet up. Okay, I mean, since it wasn't late yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, bathed, changed and headed down to Plaza Singapura and met Joel and his friend, Gary. We walked to Rochor Rd and had Sin Ho Hainanese Chicken Rice and Rochor Rd Beancurd for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The three of us watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SmwVGh8tJaI/AAAAAAAACGg/YxmL-G1l6uw/s1600-h/HarryPotterandtheHalfBloodPrince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SmwVGh8tJaI/AAAAAAAACGg/YxmL-G1l6uw/s320/HarryPotterandtheHalfBloodPrince.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362684458227803554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the first row of the entire cinema. Wah.. the headache I got after that. The movie was not bad. The special effects were good for the death eaters which was my total favourite part. And oh my god please... Tom Felton is hot okay!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SmwVysK9wZI/AAAAAAAACGo/0kQGsZDOXkE/s1600-h/tom_felton_954570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SmwVysK9wZI/AAAAAAAACGo/0kQGsZDOXkE/s320/tom_felton_954570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362685216886210962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry darling, but he really is especially in his black suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I woke up late because after all it was the weekend and I had no plans. So I woke up at 12pm and then went online. At around 1pm Rachel texted me and asked whether I was free that night. Of course I was free. But for what?&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she was inviting me to go watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ballet Under The Stars at Ford Canning Park&lt;/span&gt;. I got ready, and met up with her, her sister and their mom at Plaza Singapura's Carrefour at 4.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a cab down because I was going to be late if I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;They bought a lot of things at Carrefour, a lot of food. While in the queue for the cashier, Rachel and I went over to Subway to buy sandwiches for all of us. Once that was settled, we took a cab down to Ford Canning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the show started we took photos and ate and talked a lot. During the show, some dances were pretty long and draggy.. but overall I think it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;During one of the dances, I got reminded of Sanjeev. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AWWW&lt;/span&gt;) It was a duet dance and the it was so nice and fluent in movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload all the photos onto facebook okay. Saves me time in uploading some here.. if you want to see it then go over to my profile. If you aren't my friend on facebook, add my as friend and I'll accept your friend request. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performance, they sent me home and as I just reached home, Sanjeev called me. He said he was bored and that he was going to walk around at East Point and asked me to come down. Okay..&lt;br /&gt;I took a cab down to East Point and met him there. We walked around and a few minutes after we met, his dad called him and asked him to go down to the pub and play pool. How? We just met up.. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, we planned on bringing me to the pub too but the entire pub was filled with men and I'm underage so they might not let me in. It's okay, in the end, the problem was solved with me staying at his place watching movies while he went to play pool with his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Knowing with his mom.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SmSXAWjQTCI/AAAAAAAACGI/3WUDXSYbQm0/s1600-h/knowing-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SmSXAWjQTCI/AAAAAAAACGI/3WUDXSYbQm0/s320/knowing-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360575488786975778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute, Auntie Vanessa. She called Nicholas Cage her boyfriend. The show is actually quite nice. Touching at the end, slightly eerie too. But overall it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Macs too. I didn't want to eat much but since Shawn wanted to share too I just bought the double cheeseburger meal but I couldn't finish the burger. I asked Sanjeev whether he wanted it. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he had to eat it for me a day later. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Auntie got tired so she went to sleep and I watched Push in Sanjeev's room.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SmSYNCkx9zI/AAAAAAAACGQ/dFtUgRZNt24/s1600-h/push_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvtx-oXFCgU/SmSYNCkx9zI/AAAAAAAACGQ/dFtUgRZNt24/s320/push_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360576806274594610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This show is good. Intriguing. I thought I would fall asleep at some parts cuz it was slightly boring with all the talking and especially if you're waiting at 4 in the morning. At 4.45AM Sanjeev and Uncle came back home.&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev came back in time to watch the part of the movie which he missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the movie ended, at Hot Fudge Sundae and sleeeeeeep! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I woke up at 4.30pm. So horrible. Took a bath then ate the sp
