<?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-18250203</id><updated>2012-01-26T08:44:40.096+11:00</updated><title type='text'>phetphet.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-7830517694427153509</id><published>2009-01-13T14:51:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:55:46.741+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Joel Lee,</title><content type='html'>I wonder I wonder, who could this be?&lt;br /&gt;That has hacked into your blog so skillfully ^^&lt;br /&gt;One who has endured your moments with Downs,&lt;br /&gt;Your lame excuses, and your silly frowns.&lt;br /&gt;Your obsession with dota, as if it's your life,&lt;br /&gt;Your vexatious attempts to make me a housewife.&lt;br /&gt;Your narcissism, your utter cruelty =(&lt;br /&gt;The way in which you copy me!&lt;br /&gt;See how much I have endured for thee?&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow, perplexingly,&lt;br /&gt;I still love thee for thy entirety.&lt;br /&gt;我爱你.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-7830517694427153509?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/7830517694427153509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=7830517694427153509' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/7830517694427153509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/7830517694427153509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-joel-lee.html' title='Dear Joel Lee,'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-101781240120325015</id><published>2008-05-24T02:06:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T03:19:52.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 1</title><content type='html'>After an awesome nonconstructive holiday in Hongkong, I was back in adelaide ready for O'week as a fresher... since I went to a new college. And the theme was HMAS lincoln, and so i ended up as a "fresh seamen". Get it? =P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw0aSuAVI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8MU_EwtGn3I/s1600-h/sailor+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw0aSuAVI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8MU_EwtGn3I/s320/sailor+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611202674884946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met up with the adelaide people to enjoy the last part of the holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwXaSuALI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ozp6RAQuzCY/s1600-h/finger+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwXaSuALI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ozp6RAQuzCY/s320/finger+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203610704458678450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you feel the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwXqSuAMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/RwRzmViKkIs/s1600-h/gangsters+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwXqSuAMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/RwRzmViKkIs/s320/gangsters+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203610708753645762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My gang. And me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbxDqSuAdI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zRX9vpwFi14/s1600-h/worst+haircut+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbxDqSuAdI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zRX9vpwFi14/s320/worst+haircut+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611464667890130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Worst. Haircuts. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw0qSuAWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FwoDGICRbA0/s1600-h/shoe+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw0qSuAWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FwoDGICRbA0/s320/shoe+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611206969852258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's what happens to my shoe if left with Richard. And the whole time I was smashing the ANZ sign, without realizing there is a security camera spying on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwWqSuAJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ImL4NDqjuHA/s1600-h/douches+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwWqSuAJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ImL4NDqjuHA/s320/douches+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203610691573776530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You see, I came back to find out that my gangster portege, Liz, has fallen to the dark side and took up photography... and she has been capturing artistic moments and non-artistic moments alike. In other words, she's a paparazzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwz6SuASI/AAAAAAAAANg/0gYjjKqq50o/s1600-h/receipt+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwz6SuASI/AAAAAAAAANg/0gYjjKqq50o/s320/receipt+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611194084950306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"le receipt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwWqSuAII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fsLBrCMTXmI/s1600-h/distance+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwWqSuAII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fsLBrCMTXmI/s320/distance+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203610691573776514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"distance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one fine night we decided it was an art to watch a starlight cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw-aSuAaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/s_lCT7j82Y0/s1600-h/starlight+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw-aSuAaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/s_lCT7j82Y0/s320/starlight+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611374473576866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that involved a mass of around 200 bums just lying on the floor watching a poorly-lit canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw-aSuAZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/i7nZ9z53oMI/s1600-h/starlight2+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw-aSuAZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/i7nZ9z53oMI/s320/starlight2+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611374473576850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is Mike trying to pretend he understands the film. I reckon the film was as hard to understand as Shakespeare's custom-made english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw-aSuAbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HyzYV6ZL26k/s1600-h/starlightcricket+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw-aSuAbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HyzYV6ZL26k/s320/starlightcricket+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611374473576882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so I watched the cricket on Mike's phone instead =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Medcamp, where we all crashed the second night. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw0aSuAUI/AAAAAAAAANw/csKmkvhTPg4/s1600-h/retarded+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw0aSuAUI/AAAAAAAAANw/csKmkvhTPg4/s320/retarded+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611202674884930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This random photo of random douches was taken before we set off on the trip. If you reckon it's bad enough of a photo, that's probably the reason I'm not posting the photos of the "afterparty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw0KSuATI/AAAAAAAAANo/93dHVh8gU5Q/s1600-h/remiere+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw0KSuATI/AAAAAAAAANo/93dHVh8gU5Q/s320/remiere+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611198379917618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And what's a good end to holidays besides beer and a good game of 'Remiere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long later, Dion decided to have a birthday party at his place... and he somehow got sponsored by Redbull... which was pretty cool despite the fact that Redbull doesn't get you drunk.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwAqSuAHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/elxOzmetFAM/s1600-h/dion+beads+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwAqSuAHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/elxOzmetFAM/s320/dion+beads+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203610313616654450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the birthday boy himself, with a candy necklace ready to be bitten off by all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwqKSuANI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XwfKsq7nfm0/s1600-h/gayness+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwqKSuANI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XwfKsq7nfm0/s320/gayness+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611026581225682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's a good party without some guy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwAKSuAFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WAYqIxw4s2I/s1600-h/classic+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwAKSuAFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WAYqIxw4s2I/s320/classic+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203610305026719826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omkar demonstrates good use of a rope in an artistic manner.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbxDaSuAcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/JKEcw4k4rgQ/s1600-h/the+ultimate+hug+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbxDaSuAcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/JKEcw4k4rgQ/s320/the+ultimate+hug+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611460372922818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe everyone's just jealous of the hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the term there was Pres Keg, but I woke up late for it. By the time I rocked up, everyone was soaking with beer/sweat/fluids/body secretions. I was immediately attacked by this drunk guy that was soaked with sweat. Great start to the night for me = ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbvoKSuACI/AAAAAAAAALg/kgmlVvXnP4s/s1600-h/ash+kissing+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbvoKSuACI/AAAAAAAAALg/kgmlVvXnP4s/s320/ash+kissing+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203609892709859362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a crap angle. Ash trying to kiss the guy I'm riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon it was the end of term, so a group of us went for an impulse karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw-KSuAXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2TTa6uJiM-w/s1600-h/sing+k+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw-KSuAXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2TTa6uJiM-w/s320/sing+k+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611370178609522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we went to get "cheap" dinner later. Tim told us about a steamboat place which costs "around 10 bucks". Ended up being 20something each, but we clear the shop of its lamb stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since I last went down to Melbourne, so I went to meet up with phetphet Adam, who now lives in an apartment with beembeem Tish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbvnaSt_-I/AAAAAAAAALA/ADTmP6jd6BE/s1600-h/adams+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbvnaSt_-I/AAAAAAAAALA/ADTmP6jd6BE/s320/adams+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203609879824957410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But we ended up dota-ing all the time. In this photo, Adam is attempting to get me off the computer, without much success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbvn6SuABI/AAAAAAAAALY/feMxXrovV-8/s1600-h/alcohol+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbvn6SuABI/AAAAAAAAALY/feMxXrovV-8/s320/alcohol+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203609888414892050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alcohol for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwqaSuAOI/AAAAAAAAANA/0NvudlSUps4/s1600-h/guitar+heroes+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwqaSuAOI/AAAAAAAAANA/0NvudlSUps4/s320/guitar+heroes+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611030876192994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guitar hero for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwqqSuAQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LNRWbf966tM/s1600-h/houngers+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwqqSuAQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LNRWbf966tM/s320/houngers+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611035171160322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drunken nazi houngers for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw-KSuAYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fh0UVP-aehw/s1600-h/sock+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw-KSuAYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fh0UVP-aehw/s320/sock+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611370178609538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Card game for the lose. Throwing sock from 10th floor or something for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbv_6SuAEI/AAAAAAAAALw/lvOZV3hoDAM/s1600-h/cat+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbv_6SuAEI/AAAAAAAAALw/lvOZV3hoDAM/s320/cat+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203610300731752514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Retrieving socks for the lose. And an interesting random story too. When I went to the place I suspected my socks were, I found a cat inside the fence sitting with my ball of socks, and outside the fence were 2 i-want-to-retrieve-this-cat gypsies. Now usually I would not bother with gypsies since I have much better things to do, but this is situation where I'm slightly drunk, I decided to jump in the fence and try catch the cat. After spending 30 min and failing, the cat ran off. And I had my socks back. How random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbvnqSt__I/AAAAAAAAALI/I6CtGBCSsLI/s1600-h/adelaide+douche+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbvnqSt__I/AAAAAAAAALI/I6CtGBCSsLI/s320/adelaide+douche+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203609884119924722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lot of adelaide people were in Melbourne for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbv_6SuADI/AAAAAAAAALo/G-ee4rw8izU/s1600-h/bunch+of+losers+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbv_6SuADI/AAAAAAAAALo/G-ee4rw8izU/s320/bunch+of+losers+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203610300731752498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a lot of adelaide people went to max brenners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbvn6SuAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Vm86rUFWW8s/s1600-h/affy+retard+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbvn6SuAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Vm86rUFWW8s/s320/affy+retard+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203609888414892034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we went to Strike. Now this is what happens when two loser kids try to prove the other is a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwW6SuAKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XxtArTyhexQ/s1600-h/drilled+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwW6SuAKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XxtArTyhexQ/s320/drilled+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203610695868743842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I think I lost the loser game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwAaSuAGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZUoY5qic6Wk/s1600-h/darn+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwAaSuAGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZUoY5qic6Wk/s320/darn+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203610309321687138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dion loves pool. Especially when the opponent is concentrated and unsuspecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwqqSuAPI/AAAAAAAAANI/0y1BPYlZKqw/s1600-h/hole+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwqqSuAPI/AAAAAAAAANI/0y1BPYlZKqw/s320/hole+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611035171160306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Curious about the black hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwq6SuARI/AAAAAAAAANY/e0nkrCoLZcA/s1600-h/me+on+record+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbwq6SuARI/AAAAAAAAANY/e0nkrCoLZcA/s320/me+on+record+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611039466127634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Ash is holding a record of me. I swear I'm black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-101781240120325015?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/101781240120325015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=101781240120325015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/101781240120325015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/101781240120325015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2008/05/term-1.html' title='Term 1'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/SDbw0aSuAVI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8MU_EwtGn3I/s72-c/sailor+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-7883525568763979845</id><published>2008-01-13T03:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T04:10:33.319+11:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrations</title><content type='html'>It was freezing at like 10 degrees last week yet I had only one jumper to wear... Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to xmas + NYE being the biggest present shopping spree, making me the poorest man living in the poorest district in Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on xmas eve I was still shopping in a local plaza for pressies... but guess who i saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jv_HZaIGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/30XI4KYhCKQ/s1600-h/untitled+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jv_HZaIGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/30XI4KYhCKQ/s320/untitled+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154633641121947746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The leading actress from my favourite TV drama... all the way from Taiwan! w00t! Well I should be one of those dudes in the far back... which you can't see! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway on xmas met up with kuboy connie tracy and as usual, played Wii =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jxLXZaINI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xdeBZthfBXY/s1600-h/z124808839+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jxLXZaINI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xdeBZthfBXY/s320/z124808839+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154634951086973138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea we looked like absolute retards... but it was fun! We watched both Jackasses, and played lots and lots of Wii. My favourite arcade game - Ghost Squad - is now on Wii!! w0000t!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jxLXZaIOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bh2LeMSI3OU/s1600-h/z124809469+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jxLXZaIOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bh2LeMSI3OU/s320/z124809469+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154634951086973154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And also DDR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came new years eve, which I promised to spend with my aunt's students. I was to pretend that I can only speak English... and dam I was a good actor MUHAHAHA =D  They found out only after dinner when my aunt broke the news to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jw7nZaILI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YKkH3nJpuqI/s1600-h/IMG_0233+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jw7nZaILI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YKkH3nJpuqI/s320/IMG_0233+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154634680504033458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Played cards, PSP, chatted, pool, uno... and watched some random movies at night =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jw6nZaIKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pARrZEiE8bg/s1600-h/Image239+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jw6nZaIKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pARrZEiE8bg/s320/Image239+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154634663324164258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And look!! My long lost brother!! Or so they say =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jxJ3ZaIMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/D-gP66rJ1kc/s1600-h/IMG_0263+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jxJ3ZaIMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/D-gP66rJ1kc/s320/IMG_0263+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154634925317169346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MUHAHA and that's how I spent the night... (I slept with him all the way from 2007 til 2008!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and of coz have to mention this mysterious phone call that asked me to pick up a parcel... very suspicious. They rang my sister up and asked her for our address... so I was like parcel &gt; safety anyday!! haha!! And I picked up this mysterious box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jw2HZaIHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FGeqxowxBGo/s1600-h/DSC00020+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jw2HZaIHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FGeqxowxBGo/s320/DSC00020+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154634586014752882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea love hearts on a present usually mean it's not something bad =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jw4nZaIII/AAAAAAAAAKI/JaBsXy0nMvs/s1600-h/DSC00021_edited+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jw4nZaIII/AAAAAAAAAKI/JaBsXy0nMvs/s320/DSC00021_edited+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154634628964425858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!! It's a SEEEAAALL!! From goldfish shahshah and phetty adam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and sister tried to kidnap it... that's how popular it is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good news, my sister is finally heading for Geelong Grammar!! So today despite I didn't make it to the airport on time, here's a random pic of me arriving at the airport after she went inside customs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jw6XZaIJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eDOvfmiAu7Y/s1600-h/DSC00026+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jw6XZaIJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eDOvfmiAu7Y/s320/DSC00026+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154634659029196946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had an awesome xmas/nye/holidays, and good luck to all those ex-year 12 waiting for uni offers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-7883525568763979845?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/7883525568763979845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=7883525568763979845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/7883525568763979845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/7883525568763979845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2008/01/celebrations.html' title='celebrations'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R4jv_HZaIGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/30XI4KYhCKQ/s72-c/untitled+%28Small%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-5024656401113968609</id><published>2007-12-19T00:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T04:27:55.557+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism</title><content type='html'>Rarely do I have the motivation to blog immediately after an event, but a TV show tonight did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring a girl with ovarian cancer with her uterus removed, she lives life to the fullest and is very hopeful. She's even the theme girl on the recent Disney advertisement =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line of hers really caught my attention&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"Everyone is made equal. If you are lacking in one aspect of life, just make up for it in other areas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People like this really deserves a second chance at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hk.myblog.yahoo.com/siulamtang"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2gCV3ZaIFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JX7pQ-XY3QE/s400/bg_mod_21+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145365148941819986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-5024656401113968609?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/5024656401113968609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=5024656401113968609' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/5024656401113968609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/5024656401113968609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/12/optimism.html' title='Optimism'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2gCV3ZaIFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JX7pQ-XY3QE/s72-c/bg_mod_21+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-1008178832410486667</id><published>2007-12-18T00:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T03:57:14.956+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Company Trade Fair</title><content type='html'>Annually, there's a Company Programme Trade Fair held for secondary students. Stalls being manned mainly by business students, the many creative products targeting young consumers always make perfect Christmas presents. The best part is the way the student "hard sell" their products. It's outright aggressive, and sometimes funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Kai-G was helping his stall out, so i decided to go there and check it out. I bought a T-shirt from his store, which i thought was quite cute. And has a positive message =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2f5fnZaIDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IdKvEtooMOM/s1600-h/DSC00011+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2f5fnZaIDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IdKvEtooMOM/s320/DSC00011+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145355420840894514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went around and found all these cute things like little stuffed dumpling toys and cushion hand warmers. Then at around 4:30pm when everyone reduced their prices to cost-price, I decided to go for this burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2f5fnZaICI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kCwbl0wKslA/s1600-h/DSC00009+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2f5fnZaICI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kCwbl0wKslA/s320/DSC00009+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145355420840894498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so irresistible. The cushion buns, blanket lettuce, face towel cheese, backrest meat, and mat egg and tomato. The stall was even decorated like a fast food stall, so you can choose from different menus and see what burger combinations you like. The idea itself was worth the money =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found this stuffed toy giraffe which I have been looking for ages. I swear, stuffed toy giraffes everywhere have short necks. This one does too, but with an interesting variation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2f5fXZaIAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1BbB5kACAhI/s1600-h/DSC00007+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2f5fXZaIAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1BbB5kACAhI/s320/DSC00007+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145355416545927170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hand-made, with creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2f5fXZaIBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7gAwLm-d78w/s1600-h/DSC00008+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2f5fXZaIBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7gAwLm-d78w/s320/DSC00008+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145355416545927186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you go arum. Cute aren't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-1008178832410486667?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/1008178832410486667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=1008178832410486667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/1008178832410486667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/1008178832410486667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/12/company-trade-fair.html' title='Company Trade Fair'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2f5fnZaIDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IdKvEtooMOM/s72-c/DSC00011+%28Small%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-4930965682691798450</id><published>2007-12-17T00:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T04:31:45.181+11:00</updated><title type='text'>After exams</title><content type='html'>It's been a great year in Adelaide, much better than originally thought it would be. Pulled through year 1 with the optimism I've learnt from these a-town people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As celebration, on the night of our last exam, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan's end-of-year party&lt;/span&gt; was awesome. Nice to see everyone after they hermitised for swot vac and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2fqZnZaH8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UZPzEM6uIjM/s1600-h/n543650572_1694791_789+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2fqZnZaH8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UZPzEM6uIjM/s320/n543650572_1694791_789+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145338825087262658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time I've tried skulling Pappa Ash. Nah it just didn't work, he was too black. He skulled all three cups in like 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2fqZ3ZaH-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/q4fNk0XZH3Q/s1600-h/n631155308_676431_7012+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2fqZ3ZaH-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/q4fNk0XZH3Q/s320/n631155308_676431_7012+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145338829382229986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to Shaad we were able to have massive &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;paintball party&lt;/span&gt;. The only photo I have on facebook is one that looks rather gay... or at least I look rather gay. But no one can help it when they see honey babe pham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2fno3ZaH7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/gjucs2VppE8/s1600-h/n633066576_454754_890+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2fno3ZaH7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/gjucs2VppE8/s320/n633066576_454754_890+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145335788545384370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November and December has always been my most dreaded two months of the year, thanks to the overload of birthdays in this period. I got this theory that's its because nine months earlier is Valentine's Day. My credit card bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, Happy Birthday to all those Valentine babies out there. I was unfortunate in missing out Jolvin's and Qian's birthday in Adelaide, since i promised Arum a few months back to attend her birthday. But look at those gorgeous looking birthday boy and girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2ftFnZaH_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/JEZRZcq1ACo/s1600-h/n739410075_1812007_998+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2ftFnZaH_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/JEZRZcq1ACo/s320/n739410075_1812007_998+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145341780024762354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arum x Myra's birthday dinner&lt;/span&gt; was pretty awesome, with so many GGS people there. Again haven't got a lot of photos to show, but here's one of one of the birthday girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2fqZnZaH9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/wfyZI3p0pz8/s1600-h/n601155293_1714399_1647+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2fqZnZaH9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/wfyZI3p0pz8/s320/n601155293_1714399_1647+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145338825087262674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another great happening is that Adam and Tish finally got their new house! Great place and nice location. I can feel 2008 is gonna be an even greater year =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-4930965682691798450?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/4930965682691798450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=4930965682691798450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/4930965682691798450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/4930965682691798450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-exams.html' title='After exams'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/R2fqZnZaH8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UZPzEM6uIjM/s72-c/n543650572_1694791_789+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-5661090114438455556</id><published>2007-09-24T22:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:51:07.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-sem: week two</title><content type='html'>After chilling at Adam's for three days, DotA on GG Client was slowly taking over our lives. Our "work day" on Wednesday turned out to be a sleep-in til 12, followed by 6 hours of DotA, some dinner, and then more DotA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;AA Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I headed off to the city with my freshly dry-cleaned suit, bought a shirt and went to Arum's. As with all girls, she spend the afternoon at a salon beautifying her hair, then 2 hours in her room doing her makeup. I rocked up 30 min before our expected leaving time, spent 15min getting ready. Then she turns around and complains why I'm so vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5FwzaNJqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/57M6kIQfXqQ/s1600-h/aa+ball+2+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5FwzaNJqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/57M6kIQfXqQ/s320/aa+ball+2+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115602931475621538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shyra taking a photo of us "before we get all messed up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5FwzaNJpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cqL41q3JWnw/s1600-h/aa+ball+1+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5FwzaNJpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cqL41q3JWnw/s320/aa+ball+1+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115602931475621522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Melbourne DJ Francis, maid Arum, and me drinking on an empty stomach (bad idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5FxDaNJrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/y7eBfLM-wHk/s1600-h/aa+ball+3+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5FxDaNJrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/y7eBfLM-wHk/s320/aa+ball+3+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115602935770588850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorr porr Amanda, now working at a cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior design of the place was dam nice, in a dark setting with projectors shining down lights for each individual table. I guess the $110 did meant something. Apparently the power was out for some time? But I can't remember anything past entree anyway =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up the next morning to Arum's facebooking at like 7am or something wasn't that great, finding out I need to dry clean my suit again for the second time in 2 weeks didn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;GGS formal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year our school's formal is held in 3rd term holidays. Last year ours weren't so great, but this year's formal was held at the Rialto and that is class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking some sticker photos with Lleufer Tesh and Adam, I headed back to Arum's to see how Rachel's makeup was going. And she looks beeaaootiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5FxDaNJsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6ivdpBL5-3Y/s1600-h/ggs+formal+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5FxDaNJsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6ivdpBL5-3Y/s320/ggs+formal+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115602935770588866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian was Rach's date, and he has just come from cutting up garlic or onions at Go's, who was cooking up Go's Special for Tarn that night. Ian then proceeded to take Rach on a dinner date at some restaurant I can't remember the name for. Oh btw, happy 18th Ian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the year 12s are having their fun, Adam and I went to N2C for some DotA action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then later that night, clubbing@seven! Took us like half an hour in the queue, but at least got in. Too bad Ian didn't get the chance to flash out his ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Adam's House Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While DotA-ing, Adam suddenly decided he wants to throw a party, so he goes on facebook and tells everyone about it. And so there was Adam's House Party. I was glad I have been staying at Adam's place (actually it's Llleufer's but meh) for the holiday, which meant if I do get drunk, I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5F3zaNJuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/V0IF1aujxqI/s1600-h/adam+party+2+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5F3zaNJuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/V0IF1aujxqI/s320/adam+party+2+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115603051734705890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The house is in Heatherton, a quiet neightborhood near the Monash vicinity. A 2-man occupied house with 4 bedrooms, 3 toilets, 2 living rooms and a backyard, it's the perfect place for party woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5F4DaNJvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4q5ufxAFcKc/s1600-h/adam+party+3+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5F4DaNJvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4q5ufxAFcKc/s320/adam+party+3+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115603056029673202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why these girls are posing... I have no idea. However Joel in kitchen means he's hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5FxTaNJtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6kvLJIFpAdo/s1600-h/adam+party+1+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5FxTaNJtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6kvLJIFpAdo/s320/adam+party+1+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115602940065556178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's master jubbin! Grats to India winning Twenty20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great night, though I haven't been able to consume alcohol ever since AA Ball. According to some fellow dental friends my liver may be failing. Excessive alcohol consumption also leads to Hep B, apparently. But meh, live for the present!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Jubbin and I then proceeded to DotA with Tin and MT until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey! The sun's rising!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-5661090114438455556?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/5661090114438455556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=5661090114438455556' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/5661090114438455556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/5661090114438455556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/09/mid-sem-week-two.html' title='mid-sem: week two'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv5FwzaNJqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/57M6kIQfXqQ/s72-c/aa+ball+2+%28Small%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-9106678694008536858</id><published>2007-09-17T20:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T15:43:50.737+10:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-sem: first week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Liana's Birthday Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sticking to my promise, I headed down to Melbourne as soon as term ended and attended&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Liana's birthday lunch on Saturday. Located at Shark Fin House, the food was delicious. After a 9 hour long bus ride I was ready for some parasympathetic GIT action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/RwR9YDaNJ2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/cXymiGGxv_g/s1600-h/b%27day+weekend+%286%29+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/RwR9YDaNJ2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/cXymiGGxv_g/s320/b%27day+weekend+%286%29+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117352928785278818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were a lot of grammar people there. Great to catch up with all these people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jokoh's mini house party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of Kbox with the next Australian Idol Lleufer, Adam and I met up with Arum Chisako Jo Steph Tim for some alcohol at Jo's place@418 St Kilda rd. My 2nd favourite building in Melb beside Milano. And Jo's moving to Milano next year? w00t!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv48NTaNJjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ehHZolqwGXs/s1600-h/jokoh+1+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv48NTaNJjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ehHZolqwGXs/s320/jokoh+1+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115592425985615410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First time I've seen Chisako for like half a year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv48NTaNJkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/grNO6yJhaeU/s1600-h/jokoh+2+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv48NTaNJkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/grNO6yJhaeU/s320/jokoh+2+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115592425985615426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two phet phets together =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv48NjaNJlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dGB_wdV8QWg/s1600-h/jokoh+3+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv48NjaNJlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dGB_wdV8QWg/s320/jokoh+3+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115592430280582738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eastlife members... now where's Boom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;GGS Sports Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the GGS Sports Day as an alumni for the first time, we missed the train, thanks to Steph and Arum taking 10 min doing their makeup while Shyra and I were in the cab waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived there, and for the first time in dunno how many years, it wasn't raining (for the early afternoon) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv48VTaNJoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tc0HEFI-80s/s1600-h/sportsday+3+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv48VTaNJoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tc0HEFI-80s/s320/sportsday+3+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115592563424568962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am pretty sure Lleufer didn't attend GGS, but he's here to check it out anyway =)  Haven't seen this gay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Go-sen for a while, and his gayness hasn't dropped a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv48VTaNJnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Hz26AcmcRgo/s1600-h/sportsday+2+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv48VTaNJnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Hz26AcmcRgo/s320/sportsday+2+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115592563424568946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chilling in Hermi after the main events were over, and I met Lynn (Ian's sister) for the first time after hearing about her Lala-ness last year. SWT LOH =_=" !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv48VTaNJmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Mvr8BoMkQnY/s1600-h/sportsday+1+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv48VTaNJmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Mvr8BoMkQnY/s320/sportsday+1+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115592563424568930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it started raining, and Myra had an umbrella ella ella eh eh eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the weekend was over, I was well tired and headed back to Clayton with Adam. Mmm I smell DotA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-9106678694008536858?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/9106678694008536858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=9106678694008536858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/9106678694008536858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/9106678694008536858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/09/mid-sem-first-week.html' title='mid-sem: first week'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/RwR9YDaNJ2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/cXymiGGxv_g/s72-c/b%27day+weekend+%286%29+%28Small%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-1783472806152260269</id><published>2007-09-10T19:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:28:33.940+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Allied Health Ball x Adelaide Show</title><content type='html'>With the term coming to an end (well not really, but it's past the half way mark) it's time to socialise with objects other than books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Allied Health Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of the AHB, Affy woke me up with a phone call or SMS, can't remember which, but the point is that it was a Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affy: "Hey joel hey joel, guess what? Will's down here for a surprise visit!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Are you on drugs, or is Will on drugs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will is a UniMelb Med student whom Affy met at Med Convention, and is the only other person in the universe to surpass Affy's niceness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As happy as I was, I went straight back to sleep afterwards. It is a Saturday after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up later, with my stomach digesting itself, I found out there was a before-party at Richard's, and so off I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4pATaNJYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HQt91h2F3hk/s1600-h/ahb+2+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4pATaNJYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HQt91h2F3hk/s320/ahb+2+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115571311926388098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo is now the official CRC (Common Room Crew) photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the before-party, we arrived at the Allied Health Ball. I stepped in, drank for 30 min, and the next thing I knew I woke up in the TV room in my college. Facebook filled in the blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4p7jaNJZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WqeWvITP0sY/s1600-h/ahb+1+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4p7jaNJZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WqeWvITP0sY/s320/ahb+1+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115572329833637266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Adelaide Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the term actually coming to an end, Affy Amanda Lea-ara Pham and I went down to the Adelaide Show. It was at the Wayville showgrounds, the place where our exams were. I never knew it can be such a fun place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were showbags, animals, rides, food stalls, all the stuff you expect to find at a show. We went on the G-Force or whatever it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4rvTaNJaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oxg5A-rPFjc/s1600-h/ade+show+2+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4rvTaNJaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oxg5A-rPFjc/s320/ade+show+2+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115574318403495330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks like a sympathetic-stimulating ride, but it is so fast that there isn't much acceleration, so it's wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4rzDaNJbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9cNwY1B2zL8/s1600-h/ade+show+3+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4rzDaNJbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9cNwY1B2zL8/s320/ade+show+3+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115574382828004786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seeing all the randoms with massive toys, we decided not to leave empty-handed, and bought a few posters. Ha! Melbourneans at the Adelaide Show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-1783472806152260269?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/1783472806152260269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=1783472806152260269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/1783472806152260269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/1783472806152260269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/09/end-of-term.html' title='Allied Health Ball x Adelaide Show'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4pATaNJYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HQt91h2F3hk/s72-c/ahb+2+%28Small%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-2015778772583720973</id><published>2007-07-10T19:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:00:03.859+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Remier Arty x Hui's</title><content type='html'>For the rest of the semester, it was mainly work and preperation for mid year exams. But after the exams it was a different story =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dion's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;'Remier 'Arty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was the 'remier 'arty, which consisted of 5 bottles of Jagermeifter and 100 cans of Red Bull. It was a dam good night, with tons of 'remier, followed by more 'remier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4foDaNJVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KaEhoJeoElE/s1600-h/dion+party+1+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4foDaNJVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KaEhoJeoElE/s320/dion+party+1+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115560999709910354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Pappa Ash. On the right is Pappa Joel, a trainee Pappa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4f_jaNJXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mcCoyYTiFbw/s1600-h/dion+party+2+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4f_jaNJXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mcCoyYTiFbw/s320/dion+party+2+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115561403436836210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our mental states were as blurry as the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hui's leaving party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Second up, we had Hui's leaving party. As a law student at AU, Hui spends most of his time in Med school, knowing all the physical examinations. In June he recieved an offer to study med in Ireland, and he decided to take up the offer. So we had a party in the honour of his gayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4f_TaNJWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OZqxIzsYIO4/s1600-h/hui+party+2+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4f_TaNJWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OZqxIzsYIO4/s320/hui+party+2+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115561399141868898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great times in a-town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-2015778772583720973?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/2015778772583720973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=2015778772583720973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/2015778772583720973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/2015778772583720973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/07/mid-year.html' title='Remier Arty x Hui&apos;s'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4foDaNJVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KaEhoJeoElE/s72-c/dion+party+1+%28Small%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-856344194857375962</id><published>2007-04-23T18:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:26:11.881+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Timmy's Bday x Sem One Hols</title><content type='html'>Using discontinuing UniMelb course as an excuse (I've actually already done so through phone), I went down to Melb for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Timmy's 18th&lt;/span&gt; at a high class restaurant. Initially expecting a few friends to attend, Timmy accidentally invited 10+ friends, not knowing the cost is around $50/person. Poor Timmy's mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4QbTaNJQI/AAAAAAAAADY/GHDsSQeDdmM/s1600-h/12+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4QbTaNJQI/AAAAAAAAADY/GHDsSQeDdmM/s320/12+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115544287992161538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two weeks later I was in Melbourne again, this time for Mid Sem1 holidays. Spent a lot of time with Adam, Tish and Ian, and also having a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;JoKoh's night&lt;/span&gt; with Tim and Jo. Alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4U4zaNJRI/AAAAAAAAADg/-NOMDC-OMqE/s1600-h/PICT0413+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4U4zaNJRI/AAAAAAAAADg/-NOMDC-OMqE/s320/PICT0413+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115549192844813586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4U8jaNJSI/AAAAAAAAADo/VE9bdH8dU4I/s1600-h/PICT0410+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4U8jaNJSI/AAAAAAAAADo/VE9bdH8dU4I/s320/PICT0410+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115549257269323042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So far I still don't know what Lime is useful for except being in a bottle of Corona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4VBTaNJTI/AAAAAAAAADw/oyskvKgbv3Q/s1600-h/PICT0450+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4VBTaNJTI/AAAAAAAAADw/oyskvKgbv3Q/s320/PICT0450+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115549338873701682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4VlTaNJUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_xvqh-eDzLM/s1600-h/14042007178+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4VlTaNJUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_xvqh-eDzLM/s320/14042007178+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115549957348992322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One night at Kenyo's, Tesh made some awesome pasta =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 Melb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-856344194857375962?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/856344194857375962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=856344194857375962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/856344194857375962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/856344194857375962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/04/timmys-bday-mid-sem1-hols.html' title='Timmy&apos;s Bday x Sem One Hols'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4QbTaNJQI/AAAAAAAAADY/GHDsSQeDdmM/s72-c/12+%28Small%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-2153313110100878967</id><published>2007-03-08T17:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:25:46.614+10:00</updated><title type='text'>UniMelb x Ormond</title><content type='html'>Aiman, Boom and myself were in the same physics class in high school, now in the same uni in the same course. However when it came to college, Aiman and I went to Ormond, while Boom went to International House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his phone interview for IH, he was asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So why did you choose IH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Boom: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because I didn't get into Ormond"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then O'Week came, which meant some fun. Scavenger Hunt groups recieved a list of stuff to do, including one that said "Take the craziest group photo". And so the 8 of us ventured into Club X and asked for a photo with the stripper and her "tools". The stripper rejected us, telling one of the guys in our group that "I'll do it if you use this", handing him a dildo. Refusing the offer, the guy then farewelled the stripper "Good luck for the rest of the year... and the rest of your life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4FJTaNJKI/AAAAAAAAACo/hjqnS-kuVtE/s1600-h/20070219304+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4FJTaNJKI/AAAAAAAAACo/hjqnS-kuVtE/s320/20070219304+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115531884126610594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes, one of the things was to have a soft cone mashed onto your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life in UniMelb continued, with midnight KFC and HJ runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4F3zaNJLI/AAAAAAAAACw/6VLfyjR5sk4/s1600-h/20070222306+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4F3zaNJLI/AAAAAAAAACw/6VLfyjR5sk4/s320/20070222306+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115532682990527666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arum loves her Happy Meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Aiman or Adam wanted to try out the famous Garlic Pork at Chili Cafe. However being a muslim, the order had to be changed to Garlic Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4G4zaNJMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YBRFEOx_hDU/s1600-h/20070223307+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4G4zaNJMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YBRFEOx_hDU/s320/20070223307+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115533799682024642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How retarded is that order? Why don't they just type in Garlic Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of UniMelb lifestyle lasted 3 weeks before I recieved a call from UniAdelaide, and to avoid another massive argument with parents, I decided to take up the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4KODaNJOI/AAAAAAAAADI/abuLZVwFgOc/s1600-h/20070307310+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4KODaNJOI/AAAAAAAAADI/abuLZVwFgOc/s320/20070307310+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115537463289128162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting everything packed within one day was kind of a big task, but luckily Amanda was there to help me out. After some nice nachos for breakfast. Joel + Food = Happy Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4H4TaNJNI/AAAAAAAAADA/s0kVfkvsuDk/s1600-h/20070307312+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4H4TaNJNI/AAAAAAAAADA/s0kVfkvsuDk/s320/20070307312+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115534890603717842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was "opening up the boxes" for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last night in Melbourne, I passed on my travel concession card to Adam, and went for a midnight KFC run with a few friends. And guess who I met on the tram? Ticket inspectors. And guess what I didn't have? My concession card. So as a leaving present, I recieved a fine from those stupid ticket inspectors. As soon as I went back to college, I joined the "I hate ticket inspectors" group on facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-2153313110100878967?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/2153313110100878967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=2153313110100878967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/2153313110100878967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/2153313110100878967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/03/unimelb.html' title='UniMelb x Ormond'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4FJTaNJKI/AAAAAAAAACo/hjqnS-kuVtE/s72-c/20070219304+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-2820956830624688729</id><published>2007-02-08T16:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T17:39:12.096+10:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Fall 2006</title><content type='html'>At the end of January I resigned from the A|X sales job, and made my uni decisions. It wasn't a very pleasant time for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my "future plans" was to graduate with a commerce degree, get a job with KPMG or PWC, work up the corporate ladder, and retire at 45-50 yo when I have earned enough money. But apparently my parents had greater plans, so it resulted in a week-long argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in end, I decided to take an "acedemic GAP year", which meant I will be going to UniMelb not for studying, but just to chill out for the year, then next year I'll do some course that my parents liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before heading off to Melb, I went to a carnival with a few friends in HongKong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3_gTaNJHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Wg7x4nzuda4/s1600-h/20070201302+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3_gTaNJHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Wg7x4nzuda4/s320/20070201302+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115525682193835122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4A7DaNJJI/AAAAAAAAACg/DVvSG-9Q0Lo/s1600-h/ferries+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv4A7DaNJJI/AAAAAAAAACg/DVvSG-9Q0Lo/s320/ferries+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115527241266963602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good end to a holiday in which I have been working 6 days a week, 12 hours a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-2820956830624688729?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/2820956830624688729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=2820956830624688729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/2820956830624688729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/2820956830624688729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/02/end-of-fall-2006.html' title='End of Fall 2006'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3_gTaNJHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Wg7x4nzuda4/s72-c/20070201302+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-8300909194129990846</id><published>2006-12-31T16:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T18:27:15.010+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindy and Armani</title><content type='html'>So after the AZN trip, Joel was very, very bored for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3wNjaNJEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eHpzEANi6ys/s1600-h/20061215291+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3wNjaNJEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eHpzEANi6ys/s320/20061215291+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115508867396871234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then Lindy came and so Ronson and I went to meet up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindy: "I don't want to shop, I don't want to sightsee, I don't want to walk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So us three sat down at Starbucks, and I pulled out the latest edition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. Glancing through the pages, I found a jobs recruitment page. We then rang up like every Ad and secured an appointment time. My eyes were set on a "CK/DKNY/AX sales" ad, while Ronson wanted the "Modelling agency" ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindy, being over-excited about the concept of Ronson being a model, urged him to go, and we went that afternoon. As soon as we walked into the agency, a dude just scanned us from the tips of our hair to the soles of our shoes. Lindy and I were then told to wait outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end Ronson found out being a model required quite a bit of processing and photo shoots. And so Ronson and Joel became sales at busiest Armani Exchange store in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I spent my Christmas and New Year's Eve... working. I'm happy tho, that two of my best HK friends came to sympathize with me on New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv33KzaNJFI/AAAAAAAAACA/d-odz-zhU18/s1600-h/HK+Ok+with+connie+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv33KzaNJFI/AAAAAAAAACA/d-odz-zhU18/s320/HK+Ok+with+connie+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115516516733625426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv33PjaNJGI/AAAAAAAAACI/k2QOR3im5Qg/s1600-h/HK+Ok+with+tracy+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv33PjaNJGI/AAAAAAAAACI/k2QOR3im5Qg/s320/HK+Ok+with+tracy+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115516598338004066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we spent a very romantic New Year's Eve outside a convenience store after I finished work at 11pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-8300909194129990846?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/8300909194129990846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=8300909194129990846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/8300909194129990846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/8300909194129990846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/12/lindy-and-armani.html' title='Lindy and Armani'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3wNjaNJEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eHpzEANi6ys/s72-c/20061215291+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-7064732862300321729</id><published>2006-12-15T16:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:20:56.932+10:00</updated><title type='text'>AZN trip</title><content type='html'>In summary, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a more detailed summary, I flew from Adelaide to Bangkok, then from Bangkok to Krabi, then took another 2 hour ride in Krabi to our resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3aPDaNI7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RAUDS0CEPk4/s1600-h/AZN+Trip+935+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3aPDaNI7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RAUDS0CEPk4/s320/AZN+Trip+935+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115484703910863794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice place, the rooms were Mayflower standard, and there was a pool in the centre of the resort. I love those balconies. Went on a trip to Phi Phi island one day, while the rest of the time I spent eating Pad Tai or Banana pancakes or in the resort chilling =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3cBjaNI8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PMMEuiCUiF0/s1600-h/AZN+Trip+049+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3cBjaNI8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PMMEuiCUiF0/s320/AZN+Trip+049+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115486671005885378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Krabi, Adam and I went for a night out in Bangkok with Art. Telling us that he'll pick us up from the airport, it turns out his friend was driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So bok, why aren't you driving?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I crashed my car"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later, arriving at the city, the car behind us bumped into us. Art's friend got out of the car, made an okay signal with the driver behind, and off we go again. Cultural difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, we were heading back to Art's place via a highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Here is where I crashed my car"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the speed-o-meter, and we were going down this highway (with cars) at 180 kph. Again, cultural difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3epTaNI9I/AAAAAAAAABA/wXgWc6TLjYY/s1600-h/AZN+Trip+236+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3epTaNI9I/AAAAAAAAABA/wXgWc6TLjYY/s320/AZN+Trip+236+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115489552928941010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was the first time trying shishah and weed, and I also found out the reason Art is so hardcore is because he's immuned to common drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3e4jaNI-I/AAAAAAAAABI/H7UaFztg5hA/s1600-h/AZN+Trip+238+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3e4jaNI-I/AAAAAAAAABI/H7UaFztg5hA/s320/AZN+Trip+238+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115489814921946082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The immortal image of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't reach you!!&lt;/span&gt; *cries*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sipadan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last stretch of the trip was in Sipadan, in Kat's diving resort. The place was a previous oil-rig, and was the coolest place ever =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3kFzaNJBI/AAAAAAAAABg/VBEhpxZBVOU/s1600-h/AZN+Trip+783+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3kFzaNJBI/AAAAAAAAABg/VBEhpxZBVOU/s320/AZN+Trip+783+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115495540113351698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were up to 4 dives a day including a night dive. I wasn't that hardcore, and by the 3rd day, 3 dives a day was already getting too much for me and so I resorted to 2 dives a day + table tennis +  WoW. Adam and I spent like 3 hours trying to find a way to get free wireless in the middle of an ocean, and we succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3k0jaNJCI/AAAAAAAAABo/Rf_XnXt_Qoc/s1600-h/PC080101+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3k0jaNJCI/AAAAAAAAABo/Rf_XnXt_Qoc/s320/PC080101+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115496343272236066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on the last day at the resort, the diving course people finally completed their course (grats!!) and everyone had a dive together (at Mabul? not sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3kAzaNJAI/AAAAAAAAABY/aDJEFz_yEJ8/s1600-h/AZN+Trip+678+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3kAzaNJAI/AAAAAAAAABY/aDJEFz_yEJ8/s320/AZN+Trip+678+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115495454214005762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that was the last day of the AZN trip. Thanks to the Scubazoo cameraman team we had an awesome video produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aftertrip&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Most people went back home, but I decided to stay with Adam in Kota Kinabalu for a week longer. After hearing so much about it (from all the KK people), I finally got to experience it. It was such a quiet town, and I love the chillness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending most of our time in Sutera Harbour playing table tennis (yes, Adam and I just started and we loved it), or some time at home playing WoW (yes, Adam and I just started and we loved it), or eating delicious Malaysian food, KK was so nice it's gonna be my retirement home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3uPDaNJDI/AAAAAAAAABw/_bcZtxlkYn8/s1600-h/nanas%2520photos%2520409+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3uPDaNJDI/AAAAAAAAABw/_bcZtxlkYn8/s320/nanas%2520photos%2520409+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115506694143419442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This end-of-school trip has got to be one of the best out there. w00t!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-7064732862300321729?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/7064732862300321729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=7064732862300321729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/7064732862300321729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/7064732862300321729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/09/azn-trip.html' title='AZN trip'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3aPDaNI7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RAUDS0CEPk4/s72-c/AZN+Trip+935+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-6005558657221101275</id><published>2006-11-30T14:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T14:40:20.205+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>With an Adelaide Uni interview to attend, the first half of my presence at the AZN trip had to be sacrificed. I guess it's still a trip to South Adelaide. Heaps cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not long after I arrived there, I was in a room with 2 menopausal age dudes. Before the interview officially commenced, they were very warm people. After it started, their face just turned serious as if I'm a total stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they asked the most retarded question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes: "What would you do if a patient had two diagnoses, one was a very serious condition and one was a minor condition. However, giving medication for the minor condition, the serious condition would cause death, while giving the medication for the serious condition, the minor condition would cause a life long illness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Errr, give medication for the serious condition? At least he won't die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes: "Ok, now he has a life long illness, how would you explain your decision to him and his family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (yea, like I never saw that coming) "Well I'll just tell them that he didn't die after all, did he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes: "If you had another chance, what would yo have done?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Refer him to another doctor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just owned myself in that interview, but mehhhh, AZN trip here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-6005558657221101275?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/6005558657221101275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=6005558657221101275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/6005558657221101275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/6005558657221101275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/09/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-3420372482964816523</id><published>2006-11-20T20:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:16:06.380+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The End [with a new beginning]</title><content type='html'>Grammar is over. Thanks for the support along the way, looking back at the past one and a half years of entries really brings up memories, especially with the AZN crew who have been such a great group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3PxTaNI6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/rEyhdToG7vo/s1600-h/DSC00648+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3PxTaNI6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/rEyhdToG7vo/s320/DSC00648+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115473197693477794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;courtesy of Ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-3420372482964816523?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/3420372482964816523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=3420372482964816523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/3420372482964816523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/3420372482964816523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2007/05/end.html' title='The End [with a new beginning]'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv3PxTaNI6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/rEyhdToG7vo/s72-c/DSC00648+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-116715554825026842</id><published>2006-11-19T02:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:15:11.230+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To Liana</title><content type='html'>Been procrastinating blogging for eternity, but there's someone that really means a lot to me that i need to acknowlege&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hermitising for over a year, I went into Garnett to look for someone in year 12. Having no idea, I walked into the year 10 wing and waited there. 5 minutes later a girl walked up to me "are you looking for someone? err... the year 12 wing is over across the courtyard". That was the first time i met Liana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time she became the coolest person i know with the gayest calls. "You're gay" being the most overused one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7443/1780/320/918455/20060902132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Despite going out with someone, Liana never ditched &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7443/1780/320/484486/me%20n%20joel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You wanted to take photo soooo bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7443/1780/320/727242/20060909185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can't forget those Saturday nights with you and Timmy, nor that Saturday night you spent whole night thinking whether or not to call Timmy ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7443/1780/320/832789/20061022280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The "arum's dad is in the middle" photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were two pivotal moments in my school life that you appeared. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first one was when I walked out of the Oral Commentary exam room. I was bursting with delight after that exam and I was ready to share that feeling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The second one was at graduation. I was an orphan, and I never thought anyone would bother to take my photo. Yet Liana did. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7443/1780/320/348439/Joel%20Lee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yay I graduated, and someone cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sorry about your probation period, but here's your christmas present, have a think about it: Friends can be used, but it depends how much you use them for to see whether they are worth using. A friend of mine once bought airtickets to go on holiday with his gf. He bought the tickets thru his friend (a travel agent). They weren't able to make it on the day, and asked for a refund. His travel agent friend said there's no refund. His gf, who isn't dumb, rang the company to check everything out. The transaction never even existed in the company's record. His friend used him for HK$9000. So a probation is a rather cheap price to pay for to see someone's loyalty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry, you are of no worth to me to be used. lol!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But dam, Krispy Kreme and Max Benners is so worth the probation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Merry Christmas, I hope you have a fun and happy one. Whatever happens, remember there's always someone who cares, love you forever &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-116715554825026842?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/116715554825026842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=116715554825026842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/116715554825026842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/116715554825026842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-liana.html' title='To Liana'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-116211665876633677</id><published>2006-10-28T20:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:10:58.800+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fly Trap</title><content type='html'>I had a dream. I can either instantly kill all the flies in the world and erupting ecosystem, or I can leave them alone. I chose to kill them anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I hate flies.  And the number of flies around this place can be expressed in terms of moles. It's like experiencing timbertop again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the fly trap, you need a lamp/light bulb, a cone and a container of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I used is a lamp from Bunnings (less than $10, halogen lamps lasts for 2+ years, good buy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20061012265.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20061012265.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A foam cup from the pantry, and a roll piece of paper and cut the tip of the cone off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20061012264.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20061012264.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Total material cost: $0. I fixed a lamp that a fellow perry student threw out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine it all together, and you get this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20061012266.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20061012266.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The theory behind the fly trap is simple. Fred the fly see the warmth of light... he gets closer to it. Ouch he burns his legs, and loses his co-ordination for a split second, and down he falls thru the funnel. Dam the funnel hole is too small for him to fly back thru. See you next life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it aesthetically pleasing, place a tube of colour paper around the fly trap to make it look like a night light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-116211665876633677?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/116211665876633677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=116211665876633677' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/116211665876633677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/116211665876633677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/10/fly-trap_28.html' title='The Fly Trap'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-116088658893608178</id><published>2006-10-15T12:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:29:50.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>anamnesis</title><content type='html'>Time to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall Chpt  1_: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D.O.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.O.A. is one of the crappest movies ever made. But some movies you don't watch because of the movie. If you played or seen the D.O.A. game before, it doesn't take you long to figure out what you watch the movie for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/doa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/doa.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Adam Boom I went to watch it, the theatre was 100% males. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recapture Chpt 2_: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N2C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite not playing computer games for a whole term, melbourne got too boring. When that happens, it's N2C. There is always those exceptions whose melbourne=N2C. Namely Karl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, you don't get to see this often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060920228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060920228.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls in N2C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recollection Chpt 3_: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those movies where buses or trains are abandoned. They usually end up with ghosts or aliens popping out of nowhere. So one fine day in a tram, the only person on-board was me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060924241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060924241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And being the tourist that i was, getting off the tram was not the first priority. Taking the photo certainly was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscence Chtp 4_: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine night Asho and Sallyanne came to Que's place for dinner. You have to love it when Que+mum cooks. Their newest creation: Prawns with creamy garlic sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No photos of that coz food&gt;tourist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was amusing tho was dish-washing. After rinsing, a little bowl was stacked in a big bowl. And it doesn't come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060926244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060926244.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After using scientific methods that failed, I tried the whole develop-relationship method. Yea I had too much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060926252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060926252.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that is Bnet. But after two games and it still didn't come out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060926249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060926249.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retention Chpt_5: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. No offence to footy lovers, but sometimes they take it too far. Footy is all about the game. It is not about blockading roads in the city and having a parade going through the CBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tram stopped at the Art Centre and did not proceed to the city. The road was blockaded. I kept walking on the road, until I realised there was a parade behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have no sense of direction, this is how far i had to walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/footy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/footy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got off at Art Centre, walked all the way to Flinders station, roadblock, walked to Russell, then all the way to QV. Grr - -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060929254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060929254.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrospection Chtp 6_: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last day of holiday, visited my guardian's son. After he travelled round the world, he decided to live with a friend for a while. Turns out his friend is the drummer of JET. Turns out his father's guardian child is a tourist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around, and thought there were a few salt and pepper shakers on the fridge. Pretty stylish ones eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20061002256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20061002256.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And their most famous album, Get Born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20061002255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20061002255.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's a 9-times platinum award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-116088658893608178?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/116088658893608178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=116088658893608178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/116088658893608178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/116088658893608178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/10/anamnesis.html' title='anamnesis'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115820626980849472</id><published>2006-09-14T13:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:57:49.830+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What have I learnt about exams this term? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Students go to school to get an ENTER score. Those who wish to believe otherwise may end up better off somewhere else. "You come here for the experience" No sorry, that's just school propaganda trying to drag your attention off acedemics to all the time-wasting activities it forces you to participate in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want time to study, get yellow slips. Or else get a medical certificate. Got me off x-country and aths and still manage to gain house points? Hello house colours with bars. Oh did I skip all house sports and chapel this term?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catastrophizers don't get 40+ IB scores. Those who get 40+ spend the execrating time memorizing their notes. Those who get 40+ would also prefer if catastrophizers would shut up and create a quiet environment for studying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And why do schools give a million past papers to students? It's no help. Exams were designed for examination, not revision. That's what notes are for. And what if you perfect that past paper? All it means is that you can do the specific questions in there. Chances of those exact questions popping up next exam? Zero.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If you're not working, someone in the asia pacific will, and they will achieve a higher score than you" Not true. Those dam poor kids in government schools in asia work their ass off for 5 years only to do foundation year. Or maybe A-levels. Another 2 years of hell to get into local unis ranked in the hundreds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck to everyone with studying in the holidays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115820626980849472?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115820626980849472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115820626980849472' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115820626980849472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115820626980849472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/09/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115805347276465964</id><published>2006-09-12T17:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:58:20.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'>time wastage</title><content type='html'>mocks over, IAs submitted. Life's unusually peaceful. Problem arises: how to waste time until holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experts at wasting time has got to be year 10s. They get so much practice it's hard not to be l337. As I walk into their dorm, this is what i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060904144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060904144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. Stuffing themselves with as much blanket/clothing/socks/jocks/whatever into their jumpers/pants/PJs as possible. And then running full speed at each other. Man i love year 10s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second place for time wasting, year 11s. Here's Go trying to do another one of his failure magic tricks which Ian taught him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/go-sen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/go-sen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now to year 12s. Walking the dog with an IB handshake. Yes, Geir and I did invent it during sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/handshake%20IB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/handshake%20IB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or be like the Thai posse. Corio village it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/26082006090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/26082006090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting at your desk with an abundance of Post-it notes, this is pretty good way of passing time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/Starlight_Picnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/Starlight_Picnic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starlight picnic =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's always those who does not wish to be documented on, and end up worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060910195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060910195.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is some kind of birthday frenzy. Happy birthday to Liana, Kiki and all the other 200 bday ppl. 16th seemed like such a long time ago. This is perry christmas ball 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/DSCN0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/DSCN0264.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is Int dinner 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/33976180747019l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/33976180747019l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea, teoh and i still look like retards, but that's not the point. Look at kriegler in that christmas ball photo and look at him now&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/sean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/sean.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess people do change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115805347276465964?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115805347276465964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115805347276465964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115805347276465964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115805347276465964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-wastage.html' title='time wastage'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115702157969720149</id><published>2006-08-31T20:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:06:40.710+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Made in China</title><content type='html'>So one fine day, Cliff walked into my room. "Hey come to the play, I'm so funny in it".&lt;br /&gt;Yo, whatver.&lt;br /&gt;As if mock exams which count for scholarship applications aren't more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mock was over. But Chinese oral is next up. Reminds me of that "previously on the OC" line and the never ending episodes of it. As if i'll waste a good free wednesday to write up an oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after procrastinating and sleeping thru most of wednesday, being the sad bored emo that i am (i joined Steph's emo club two days ago), hey the play!&lt;br /&gt;Then Waldo announces "these ppl are to collect their ticket for the wednesday play... [name] [name] [name], everyone except joel"&lt;br /&gt;Ow dam, time to recall those problem solving skills I've dumped somewhere in the corner since i dropped HL maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But adam joanne me really wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we don't have tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I'll rephrase that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we don't have tickets &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to pay for&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey teoh my friend, can I borrow your ticket for a sec?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060830117%20%28Small%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060830117%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks. So since I was out of bytes by 2pm, I spent 5 minutes before dinner typing up the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060830118%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060830118%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey i don't think the school ever filed law suits against chinese kids typing up words in textboxes. Now to look for green paper. Oh wait, Dai-D is more important. I hate 6-6-6 triples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to tickets. Oh, is that a Chemistry syllabus booklet I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060830119%20%28Small%29.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060830119%20%28Small%29.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060830120%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060830120%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's what i call economics. Scarcity is the problem of limited resources and unlimited wants from Chinese people who don't want to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060830121%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060830121%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell the difference? I can't. Neither can the teacher on duty. (Btw, the one on the bottom is a Genuine-Grammar-Fake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I tell Ian, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wasn't born Chinese for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115702157969720149?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115702157969720149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115702157969720149' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115702157969720149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115702157969720149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/08/made-in-china.html' title='Made in China'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115625187510733238</id><published>2006-08-22T20:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:04:35.900+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Oral Commentary completed</title><content type='html'>So english orals was today.&lt;br /&gt;"It's so stressful!" they all say.&lt;br /&gt;"And my teacher is so gay"&lt;br /&gt;"I am having such a bad day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see boom and i see chandra&lt;br /&gt;Both pacing through their King Lear&lt;br /&gt;Boom worrying that he will swear&lt;br /&gt;"F*ck, Sh*t, I'm so dead la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see adam in his little room&lt;br /&gt;Orals are coming, so dark and gloom&lt;br /&gt;Think of failure, think of boom&lt;br /&gt;Sh*t this oral is our doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked out with no aim&lt;br /&gt;Walked past houngers and his computer game&lt;br /&gt;Success or failure, they're all the same&lt;br /&gt;Life is just one big f*cking game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up pencil and my pen&lt;br /&gt;Switched off that annoying fan&lt;br /&gt;Picked up the books with my ice cold hands&lt;br /&gt;And walked off to Hirschfield once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian was standing in the corridor&lt;br /&gt;Tension just built up more and more&lt;br /&gt;I read through passages i've never seen before&lt;br /&gt;Ooo look it's a unseen passage galore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied into my little seat&lt;br /&gt;She held out two passages and i peeked&lt;br /&gt;"I've never seen that PL passage" and i freaked&lt;br /&gt;I stuck with Lear, I bet it's rigged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty?"&lt;br /&gt;Damn I knew I should've studied&lt;br /&gt;My contextualisation is so rusty&lt;br /&gt;Lucky my analysis wasn't that crappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling all that well&lt;br /&gt;Walking into that room was like hell&lt;br /&gt;The smile on his face is so bad for morale&lt;br /&gt;"You are so f*cked" his face tells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 11 minutes i went on with my commentary&lt;br /&gt;This oral thing seems quite easy&lt;br /&gt;"Let me ask you a question about imagery"&lt;br /&gt;F*ck did he even listen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the commentary is over&lt;br /&gt;No more Paradise, no more Lear&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the room to take a breather&lt;br /&gt;And on me jumped a Liana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so happy it's finally done"&lt;br /&gt;Happier than getting a 6 seconds stun&lt;br /&gt;Now that's it's over, it's time to get some fun&lt;br /&gt;After the rain, there's always sun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah just felt like spending my time blogging, despite prac exams starting tommorow. Am so happy, it's like a burden offloaded. With that medical cert, i could've postponed it, but I'm glad i got it over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Boom and Chandra for their awesome advice on how to pick which extracts. I would've been well screwed if I pick that random PL extract. Writing in that 20min was the fastest i've done in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extract E... reconciliation scene? Crap... haven't seen it since skipping Dr White's class last year and later copying Aiman's notes. Lucky Aiman takes good notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the new couple of GGS for deciding to skip music prac, to "see Joel's face when he walks out". I mean, come on, get a life. I look so expressionless anyday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up on my IB calender: Chinese orals. Ah crap. I knew i forgot something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/22082006085%20%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/22082006085%20%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/19082006082%20%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/19082006082%20%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/22082006083%20%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/22082006083%20%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/22082006084%20%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/22082006084%20%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115625187510733238?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115625187510733238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115625187510733238' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115625187510733238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115625187510733238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/08/mission-oral-commentary-completed.html' title='Mission Oral Commentary completed'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115589925354780029</id><published>2006-08-18T21:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:07:33.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaotic Coalesce</title><content type='html'>Adam's xanga is back. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/adamtam"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/adamtam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115589925354780029?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115589925354780029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115589925354780029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115589925354780029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115589925354780029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/08/chaotic-coalesce.html' title='Chaotic Coalesce'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115560446236350848</id><published>2006-08-15T11:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T13:50:43.523+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i &lt;3 exeat</title><content type='html'>For the first time, i kept to my promise. I actually did work before having fun. That consisted of me being the last person to leave school on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: when trying to persuade someone, never tell them the bad conditions first. Being honest does not get ur indemnity form signed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Waldron loves emphasizing the importance of having a balanced life. Relative to study that is. But since the hockey season is over, i will not do anymore sport ever. So... it's time to read chick flicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Angus and Robertson, when you are standing in the Children's section, don't ask loudly where the Children's section is. Failure to do so may result in you looking like an absolute idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When buying cloths with friends, when you find a piece of clothing that interests you, do pick it up ASAP. Or you can slowly pick it up, having a friend walk over and telling you that it looks pretty nice. Next thing you'll see the new clothing on your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you rent an apartment, at least get to know what tram stop you alight at. After doing so, tell your guests. Or else innocent people like Adam would have to travel with idiots not knowing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and don't rent an apartment at stop 13, room number 4. You get the worst of both worlds. Of coz, having the room furthest away from the washing/drying machines was a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never trust a ditz who never been to timbertop to handle directions. Coz you'll end up next to a cementery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a glimpse at the secret of why women take so long in the bathroom was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't plan on drinking or smoking tonight. I'm going to keep myself sane the whole night. Hey joel can you carry my $60?" doesn't really show determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much have I got left?"&lt;br /&gt;"$10"&lt;br /&gt;"Save the last $10 for taxi"&lt;br /&gt;... 10 min later&lt;br /&gt;"How much have I got left?"&lt;br /&gt;"$10"&lt;br /&gt;"Yay! Can I have it?"&lt;br /&gt;doesnt really show determination either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Making choices are easy. Keeping with them is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Rui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with two drunks who drinks more is quite an experience. I realised until you block off one side of the house, it's impossible to put them to bed. Note: bed. Not sofa. Not floor. Not toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate red wine" Gulp gulp. "Pour me another glass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening two ditz talking is fun. Which is why i'm dying to see two long-lost sister ditz chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never trust anyone until they're awake. Definition of awake is when they are walking and able to say good morning. Replying half awake multiple times does not accumulate to full awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a blog without at least one Stephy chronicle. Steph eats lunch. Steph finish. Steph gets up to leave. "Oh wait, you need to pay the bill" That must be the first time she's eating in a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Studying after the first 24 hours of exeat does not work. Tested. It's better to walk Vic market. Better yet, count how many people enter Club X within 10 seconds. I got 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to laugh at Goths when they're standing right next to you on a train, telling each other "I can taste bad breath. ARgh I hate vegemite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What an Adam building!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian's new findings: In the state library there's 42 inch screens for PS2 and games.&lt;br /&gt;My findings: There's also an 420 inch screen playing a movie. There's also a 42 inch TV in perry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some people still manage to use the wrong towel, despite clear instuctions. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Liana is vain, Arum is maid and Adam is... tall.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Adam, no one remembered how to pose in sticker photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have energy to study, you'll have enough energy to window shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend ended in a high note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back at school, Timmy and Liana finally goes out. Hurray for the new couple of GGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Steph's Markyourmark t-shirt made it into the Top 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115560446236350848?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115560446236350848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115560446236350848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115560446236350848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115560446236350848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-3-exeat.html' title='i &lt;3 exeat'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115296231348153220</id><published>2006-07-15T21:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T21:18:33.513+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When you get bored...</title><content type='html'>[9:09:00 PM] Joel says: boom baby&lt;br /&gt;[9:09:11 PM] Joel says: let me guess what you're doing&lt;br /&gt;[9:09:15 PM] Joel says: dota AI&lt;br /&gt;[9:09:18 PM] Boom Kitipaijit says: no&lt;br /&gt;[9:09:22 PM] Boom Kitipaijit says: wtf&lt;br /&gt;[9:09:27 PM] Boom Kitipaijit says: u r disturbing my dota seeion&lt;br /&gt;[9:09:29 PM] Joel says: real dota?&lt;br /&gt;[9:09:30 PM] Joel says: haha&lt;br /&gt;[9:09:32 PM] Boom Kitipaijit says: game just lagggg&lt;br /&gt;[9:09:39 PM] Boom Kitipaijit says: fuck head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the magic of warcraft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115296231348153220?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115296231348153220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115296231348153220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115296231348153220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115296231348153220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-you-get-bored.html' title='When you get bored...'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115279265973738786</id><published>2006-07-13T22:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T11:23:04.146+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SAT results</title><content type='html'>According to my results, I'm smarter than 78% of american college bound seniors in maths, and better than 93% in maths. Need I say more? Americans can't speak English. God bless america.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulooooop quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;[10:03:54 PM] arum says: pffft&lt;br /&gt;[10:04:00 PM] arum says: dont underestimate me ;)&lt;br /&gt;[10:04:04 PM] Joel says: oh&lt;br /&gt;[10:04:06 PM] arum says: and dont overestimate me either&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115279265973738786?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115279265973738786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115279265973738786' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115279265973738786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115279265973738786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/07/sat-results.html' title='SAT results'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115274416388348852</id><published>2006-07-13T08:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T08:42:43.900+10:00</updated><title type='text'>blink of an eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060616062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060616062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;wasnt long ago when i stayed up at the airport all night to catch a morning flight... wasnt long ago when i tried to get that mcdonalds corner seat... wasnt long ago when i found out that girl was sitting there all night... wasnt long ago when i found out behind the coke vending machine there's a power board...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so me thinking that i might fall asleep, called amanda the night b4 telling her to wake me up in the morning. In the end, I phoned her 20 times in the morning, getting worried whether she would wake up. And hey thats the mainland plane amanda was taking. How mainland does it look =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then... in the bus one day, i came to central. So here's a gift for arum =)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060619063.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060619063.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found out what vivienne tam is... a hk designer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so now that school has started, new resolution: NO DotA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then, there's always something to replace it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pokemon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soon, everyone is gonna play it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dulooooop moment of the day: Arum turns on pokemon, and in the game, Professor Oak asks "What is your name?". She typed in "Arum". 2 seconds later, "Oh wait! I forgot I had a guy!". Sigh can anyone be anymore dulooooop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115274416388348852?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115274416388348852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115274416388348852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115274416388348852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115274416388348852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/07/blink-of-eye.html' title='blink of an eye'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115181801140747162</id><published>2006-07-02T15:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T15:26:51.460+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger Disappointment</title><content type='html'>sigh... watched the Portugal/England match... so unexciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then penalty 3-1 wth... England lost? No mood = sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping that brazil and germany would go into the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;RING RING!! ...&lt;br /&gt;"hey wakeup! france won!"&lt;br /&gt;"*drowsy* huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"brazil lost to france!!"&lt;br /&gt;"*wide awake* WTF?! that's it, i'm skipping church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue sleeping...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115181801140747162?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115181801140747162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115181801140747162' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115181801140747162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115181801140747162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/07/bigger-disappointment.html' title='Bigger Disappointment'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115140236333629294</id><published>2006-06-26T19:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:59:23.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment...</title><content type='html'>so off to swimming with my cousins... after we got to the swimming pool, their mother tells us she didnt pack their family's swimming gear. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life, i skipped church coz i wanted to sleep. So i woke up at 11 to cook breakfast, only to realise the eggs were off. To make it worse, i had to take my sis to tutoring, which meant walking into the searing spears of sunlight. Yep that's alliteration right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time this hols i didnt bother about cooking to slack off... and i come to the table to realise the washing-fish water was accidentally pour onto the vegies. Result? Eating the vegies was like eating fish. Except you looked for scales instead of bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you read all these desperate girls' blog about how hot cristiano ronaldo, so i decided to watch the portugal/holland match. The match starts and he gets done, and he cries. Sigh... and whoever the cameraman was must've loved him or something. The camera was fixed on him crying for like 5 minutes. Sigh. It was an interesting match though. All those yellow cards and 9-aside. Would've been awesome if holland kicked in that goal... then it would've been overtime, exhausted+violent+9-aside+more yellow cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115140236333629294?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115140236333629294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115140236333629294' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115140236333629294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115140236333629294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/06/disappointment.html' title='disappointment...'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115085620213999744</id><published>2006-06-20T12:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:16:42.146+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh... i'm FIFA deprived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;dude. Hongkong, the pearl of the east... doesnt have world cup on tv. And yes amanda, i dont have cable tv. Thanks to my hk hax friends, an internet tv with connection to every channel in china! Too bad has a 10min lag to the live soccer, so arum ruined it all for me. And thats how she cheated on the bet on the ukraine/saudi match.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church on sunday was rather funny. The priests were supposingly talking to the children, but being the IB nerd that i am, i knew all his words were directed towards the adults. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hongkong is as hot as hell. see? thats alliteration right there. I guess the weather's like this coz i'm around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come into conclusion that all KK people goes to the gym... despite that KK is located pretty much on the equator, and that the heat will saturate and evaporate all your fat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey i thought all beaches in hongkong were littered, disgusting and murky watered. I went to the other side of the hongkong island, and found like one of the most expensive places to live, and the beach there was awesome. Oh and guess what, they have commision buildings over there. I think when i retire, i'll give all my possessions to my child, and claim that i'm a dam poor old man, and i want a commission apartment at one of the most expensive places in hongkong. Smart eh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115085620213999744?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115085620213999744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115085620213999744' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115085620213999744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115085620213999744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/06/sigh-im-fifa-deprived.html' title='sigh... i&apos;m FIFA deprived.'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115016182388725418</id><published>2006-06-13T08:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:27:24.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Some are good at art, others are not. But some are just totally disgraceful.</title><content type='html'>So arum was asked to draw a picture. Instead of picking up the paint brush with her hands, she decided she wants to be artistic. So she stuck the paintbrush in her nose and starting painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after painting was finished, she decided to give it a name. Seeing as the painting was all gloomy and goth, she decided to name it "Halloween".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the painting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j136/joel-lee/Halloween_by_Arum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j136/joel-lee/Halloween_by_Arum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, arum is an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/Halloween_by_Arum.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115016182388725418?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115016182388725418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115016182388725418' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115016182388725418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115016182388725418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-are-good-at-art-others-are-not.html' title='Some are good at art, others are not. But some are just totally disgraceful.'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-115002915934056612</id><published>2006-06-11T22:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:32:40.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>random arum + random myra = very random</title><content type='html'>ok, firstly i would like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIN!!&lt;br /&gt;secondly i would like to say that arum is dranks (&lt;- yes thats how she says it), so you can all ignore her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ok for a start, who SITS in melbourne central for 2 hours and do nothing but sms others saying they're bored? Also, who SITS there when they can be looking around for a thankyou card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) if you leave from melbourne central, buy a nando burger which is just in melbourne central, how can u miss a train that is 30min away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) when you board a tram that comes from the direction of crown, the tram is not going opposite direction to the city. Well according to arum's logic, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) when a guy says "hello, how r u?" it doesnt mean that he has known you for ever. It also doesnt mean you have to shake that ass for him ;) arum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) myra's bracelets are so big they can become armlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) when you get phonecall stalked, you have two options: either turn off your phone, or connect every call so that you waste the stalker's credit. Alternatively, looking 90degrees solves all problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) myra is nice but random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) arum is random but bitchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) arum stabs people's feet with her heels, like a bitch. Oh, she also kicks repetitively at your leg until it hurts so much you have to change sitting position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) note to all who wants to kiss arum: just scratch her on the face and proceed kissing her ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-115002915934056612?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/115002915934056612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=115002915934056612' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115002915934056612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/115002915934056612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-arum-random-myra-very-random.html' title='random arum + random myra = very random'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114975986644334281</id><published>2006-06-07T19:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T19:44:26.463+10:00</updated><title type='text'>accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;2nd accident in my life. But it wasnt anything serious, just a jolt ^  ^ Four cars crashed, spectacular sight. No damage done, so we moved on. Pity  those cars that got damaged.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Melbourne Club is grand. There were so many trophies around. Very high  class. Ate 3-course at a long table, and we were served wine! ^ ^&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Things are always good in two perspectives. Without two perspectives, you  wont be able to determine source of sound. That I learnt from diving. Without  two perspectives, maybe I would have never understood art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114975986644334281?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114975986644334281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114975986644334281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114975986644334281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114975986644334281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/06/accident_07.html' title='accident'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114890767483257613</id><published>2006-05-29T22:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:01:14.876+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another intersting thing for my maid</title><content type='html'>Since 4 hours of entertainment isnt gonna satisfy you, how about this for another 2 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://tintrungnguyen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tin's blog&lt;/a&gt; ! He's got a new entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114890767483257613?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114890767483257613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114890767483257613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114890767483257613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114890767483257613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-intersting-thing-for-my-maid.html' title='Another intersting thing for my maid'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114890733095814152</id><published>2006-05-29T22:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:55:30.993+10:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting things for my maid</title><content type='html'>today i was randonly browsing the net for some hostels in melb for future stays... and guess what i found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hostelbookers.com/hostels/australia/melbourne"&gt;http://www.hostelbookers.com/hostels/australia/melbourne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you scroll down halfway, you'll see a hostel with one night costing only 35 cents. Yes, it's cents. That's for the 3rd of June haha!!&lt;br /&gt;Well maid, that'll leave u amused for 2 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the next 2 hours, you can solve the mystery of "where'd the chocolate mousse go?"&lt;br /&gt;while ian was filling up the jugs, houngerz took ian's chocolate mousse and put it next to him (on the bench). When I winked to you, I actually thought houngerz still had it. Well at the end, houngerz told me the chocolate mousse actually wasnt there anymore. No one knows where'd it go...? And no one ate it...? So, where's the chocolate mousse go?&lt;br /&gt;That'll entertain you for 4 hours =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114890733095814152?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114890733095814152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114890733095814152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114890733095814152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114890733095814152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/05/interesting-things-for-my-maid.html' title='interesting things for my maid'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114878577907783274</id><published>2006-05-28T12:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:09:41.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'>good week =)</title><content type='html'>Friday night: before exeat&lt;br /&gt;First DotA tournament match and Perry won against Cuthy! It was due to lag tho =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: exeat&lt;br /&gt;Lost hockey match (as usual, we lost 21-1 the previous weekend), then had to wait until 5 before my guardian came to pick me up. Meanwhile, Liana is shopping and having fun in geelong, making me jealous. Later that night, got invited to stay at boom/liana/bryan's guardian's place for the night, along with watching Da Vinci Code.&lt;br /&gt;Hey i still pass for a child ticket. While everyone in Melb is trying to find proof that they are over 18, I'm trying to find proof that i'm under 16.&lt;br /&gt;Da Vinci Code wasnt as bad as i heard. It's pretty similar to the book, except that the Sophie in the book seemed much smarter than in the movie, and the Langdon the movie seemed much smarter than in the book. And it's also rather disturbing to see an old man having sex.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, went back to boom/liana/bryan's guardian's place, and for the whole night, boom and bryan were one v one in DotA. How sad. Watched a bit of Big Mama with liana. Then I remembered the melb ppl. Kat was talking really fast. Amanda was crazy as usual. And then, arum was just plain drunk. I asked one simple question: "what r u doing on sunday and monday?" And it took her 15 minutes to reply. She was drunk. And yea, liana was a witness, dont deny it. The only sane person that night was Myra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: exeat&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what real bacon and eggs and hashbrowns tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, i tried to make my way back to belmont from newtown. But I got lost =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: exeat&lt;br /&gt;When i got back to school, i realised my comp wouldnt turn on. There's only one IBM warranty service location in Australia. It's in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;Computer services takes a whole day to get the harddrive out of my comp. It takes me around 2 minutes. I also learnt why DHL is fast. It's because they're too fast. I had 6 missed calls coz i missed the pickup time for my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my comp sent away with DHL. I'm starting to trust them =) Dr White said our EE would be sent off by DHL. And apparently even NASA uses DHL. DHL sounds good =) Had dnm with miss-antisocial who's stressed out by work. Where'd my happy talkative maid go? I miss u so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;Hey i had classes today. Life is getting hard without computer, yet it's also allowing me to better utilise my time =) And I went to Kennedy and got a sports slip. Sport slips = a ticket to 2 hours of freedom. Then I had dnm with kat, and learnt the Art of Bitching. First you cover your mouth, but make it super obvious. Second, you exaggerate face expressions. Thirdly, you laugh out loud. But I dont think I'm talented at bitching. I find bitching rather funny to look at =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;International Restaurant! It was good. Entrie was sushi... and lucky my sushi was mainly good ones. There were some extreme cases. Tesh had 5 round well-made restaurant-class sushi. Ian had 5 lumps of crap (you call that a sushi?). Then I had chicken rice, then beef rice! It's delicious =P And at the end, there was cheeeeessssseee cake. I luv the feeling of being fat. Tesh eats like a little piggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Whole afternoon of extended essay FTW. After library shutdown, i continued doing extended essay on house comp. Then I realised my repaired computer has arrived! Now that's what i call efficient. 4 days turnaround, considering the computer has to travel to an airport, fly to Sydney, transport to IBM repair centre, get fixed, transport back to airport, fly to melb and then transport to me. I think now i have full faith on DHL =)&lt;br /&gt;And just another example to prove that IBM is well worth its cost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114878577907783274?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114878577907783274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114878577907783274' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114878577907783274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114878577907783274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-week.html' title='good week =)'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114799326979359023</id><published>2006-05-19T08:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:01:09.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'>random...</title><content type='html'>Ian came into my room, and being the noobish year 11 that he is, looks at my reclining chair, and starts to play with it. 5 minutes later... "OH SHIT!!"... and there he is, reclining chair flipped backwards, and nearly KO himself against the wall. Then he starts blaming the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out i got this hidden talent of pulling crap out of my ass when the deadline is near. I finished maths portfolio in one night, and did 2000 words of Extended Essay the next night. Although I still handed it in late and Dr White hunted me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when people care more about WoW than a whole bunch of desperate girls ^0^  But its even funnier hearing shouts in the year 12 corridor: KILL THE DRAGON!!&lt;br /&gt;(phew, glad I have up mmorpgs for a social life...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immigration calls my parents...&lt;br /&gt;immigration: "did ur son apply for a passport?"&lt;br /&gt;parents: "yeah he did"immigration: "&lt;br /&gt;when did u sign it?"parents: "err... last time he was back here" (now thats a lie. I wasnt in hongkong two weeks ago)&lt;br /&gt;immigration: "oh ok. did the gaurantor witness your signitures?"&lt;br /&gt;parents: "yeah he did" (another lie. My guardians werent in hongkong two weeks ago either)&lt;br /&gt;immigration: "ok, everything's verified. Your child's application has been approved"&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's what I call EFFICIENT verification. I wonder how terroist gets their passport appication through. Maybe becoming a legal migrant wasnt so hard after all. (now why did i bother swimming over to australia?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114799326979359023?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114799326979359023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114799326979359023' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114799326979359023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114799326979359023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/05/random.html' title='random...'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114713708441064252</id><published>2006-05-09T11:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:11:24.430+10:00</updated><title type='text'>drops of glowing stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In your eyes, what are "drops of glowing stars"? Thousands of glimmering dreams and hopes gliding across the dark fabric of the nightsky? Or is it infinite burning meteors crashing into our judgement day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many depressing blog entries lately, and even those with rather positive entries have theirs ruined by sad people. Everyone's infected by the Long-Second-Term syndrome, a disease which spreads when students are faced with a twelve-week term, and their easter holidays was over three weeks ago. Depression, tiredness, boredom and even sickness are associated with the LST syndrome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time i've been laughing for more than 5 seconds in the last week was chatting about KungFu Hustle and ShaoLin Soccer. Relating back to drops of glowing stars, these Stephen Chow movies for some people may seem stupid and immature, but for others that decide to see it in a positive way, it's hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm IB, I better act like one. There are things that we can't control, yet affect us greatly (external stability). However, you can control your perception (optics).When you start to see the world around you going grey, maybe it's time to take a break, and freshen up yourself (shifting equilibrium).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But whatever you do, remember that there are lots of people ready to catch you if you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In this world, there are those who intends make you cry. But there are also those who cry because you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time you see meteors cashing into our judgement day, your tears won't be that of fear and sadness. But maybe tears of dreams and hopes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114713708441064252?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114713708441064252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114713708441064252' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114713708441064252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114713708441064252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/05/drops-of-glowing-stars.html' title='drops of glowing stars'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114638194312390839</id><published>2006-04-30T17:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T17:25:43.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'>[ election | passport | outing | procrastinate ]</title><content type='html'>time to update in correctly encoded understable english...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;election&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into my room after sport to get changed, and a random chinese guy walks into my room. Ronson. Then we searched my room for movies, and we found Election. Random gangsta trying to gain power. Was surprised there werent much casualties. Funny thing is the way gangstas respond to the police... they let themselves get arrested as if they're going back home.  Weird ways of gangsta torturing, such as putting someone in a crate and rolling them down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to procrastinate an afternoon of sport, i was down in corio on wednesday afternoon. And yeah, I failed my passport interview, maybe I'll just be an illegal immigrant for life... and pharmacies aren't always pharmacies, they can just be a women's beauty shop. Oh btw, panadol costs $1.95, even cheaper than a roll of sushi. Everyone it's time to drug up on panadol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the idea of missing prep wasn't so good, but then the idea of $5 paying for return melb journey and chinese food was fresh. As superior grammar students, we rocked up half a session late, and we managed to get lost inside the school. We spent more time on the bus socialising then actually sitting at the speech competition. This year,  a foreigner knows how to say "i have two sisters" instead of Steph's "i have one sister and i have one sister". Anyway note to self: always leave your window open when you are on a night outing, coz breaking into your own room is the best way of opening the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;procrastinate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having to leave at 7:30 for sport is bad, grinding your thumb so bad that the nerve cells are dead is even worse. Gives you difficulty writing, typing and pressing hotkeys (no adam, that was a joke, i didn't play this weekend). So make myself feel good, I decided to change the layout of the blog, after i saw this really cool drawing that even Steph won't be able to draw it for her life (haha! jk Steph... remember you have to be weak at times... hehe you get what i mean). Acknowledge is the hardest word haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, time to dine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114638194312390839?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114638194312390839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114638194312390839' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114638194312390839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114638194312390839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/04/election-passport-outing-procrastinate.html' title='[ election | passport | outing | procrastinate ]'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114630278709717510</id><published>2006-04-29T19:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:26:27.100+10:00</updated><title type='text'>��桃�桀末��∪����� -_-"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;簧�����脣��蝔�: ������憭折����������脰�����: 1. 敹������潸”銝�蝭����蝡�, 撠����������������憿���賜����箔��(���憿�隢�������雿����������雿����������鋆�隤����銴�鋆賢�箔��)2. 蝑�摰����������������憿�銋�敺�, 隢�暺����鈭�雿�������銝脤��銝����(瘜冽��: 鋡恍��������鈭箔����賡��銴�! ��芣遛鈭�鈭箄��撠梯撓) ���������憿�銝�憭批��``&lt;br /&gt;1. 暺�������鈭�: ��桃��&lt;br /&gt;2. 撖怠�箏‵撖急�交��:29-4&lt;br /&gt;3. ������憌����: ������&lt;br /&gt;4. ��������單��: 瘝���孵�乩葉���&lt;br /&gt;5. ��������唳��: ���������&lt;br /&gt;6. ������������: ���&lt;br /&gt;7. ������憿����: ��券��&lt;br /&gt;8. ��������嗅��: ��芸歇&lt;br /&gt;9. ������������: ������pudding&lt;br /&gt;10. ������蝭����: ��啣��&lt;br /&gt;11. ��������貊��: 撟怠�抵��閰行�Ｘ��&lt;br /&gt;12. ������摨�: ��箄��(蝞����蝞�摨�?)&lt;br /&gt;13. ������雿�摰�: �����芸歇(雿�憭�)&lt;br /&gt;14. ��������曹��鈭�: ��冽�啣��&lt;br /&gt;15. ���������摰�: 擐�皜�&lt;br /&gt;16. ������摨批�喲��: ���&lt;br /&gt;17. ������蝧����: ������隤�&lt;br /&gt;18. ���������隤�: ������&lt;br /&gt;19. ��������臬�������舀��: 隞亙����箏��?&lt;br /&gt;20. ���������摨�: 蝢�蝢�摨�&lt;br /&gt;21. ������隡����: ��暸�餉店.銵�銵�.憌����&lt;br /&gt;22. ������������: 皞急��?&lt;br /&gt;23. ������憟喃犖: ������������?憟單�扳�����&lt;br /&gt;24. ��������瑚犖: ��芸歇&lt;br /&gt;25. ��������砌��: haro&lt;br /&gt;26. �����舀��暻潛��: ��瑕�典陪憯������望��(���pen���)&lt;br /&gt;������tag鈭箏��!��∪�����&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114630278709717510?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114630278709717510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114630278709717510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114630278709717510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114630278709717510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_114630278709717510.html' title='��桃�桀末��∪����� -_-&quot;'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114548517930352589</id><published>2006-04-19T08:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T08:19:39.346+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For Christians, Easter is the time when Christ died and revived 1973 years  ago. But for the rest of the world, it's HOLIDAY (caps lock for excitement) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; afternoon, Timmy's grandma drives Timmy Soy Me  to Corio village to get haircut. Timmy:" I need to cut my hair" Soy:" I need to  cut my hair too" Me:" I need to straighten my hair". Timmy's grandma looks at me  in a speechless expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just btw, to fill you in, the main thing  about this easter is the "lock down" - a name the asian posse gave to "lock-in"  or "all-nighter". Anyway it means playing computer for the whole night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Soy video-record all the nerdy stuff leading up to it. Such as, Timmy  and I walking the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, went to melbourne, took 3 hours  to meet up with everyone, and played for 2 hours at Crown. That's what I call  absolute 100%+ waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; night, the "Last  Supper". Adam blessed the garlic chicken rice saying "take eat all you nerds, do  this in celebration of The Lockdown". After the supper he took the cup of lemon  drink which the waiter gave to us for free, saying "drink this all you sad  nerds, do this in celebration of The Lockdown".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I left extra  spacing for dramatic tension)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lockdown. The Thai posse  brought their prized player along, an awesome player called Pam. His player name  is Gif, which is his girlfriend's name. The ban of Adam and me on the same team  is now off. Pam randoms all his heroes. Five versus Five. Thai vs rest of Asia.  Who will win? (Thai scourge, rest of Asia is sentinel). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dramatic tension again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First game: Pam randoms the  feared Skeleton King. With his awesome harassment, no heroes on the Sentinel  Side could stand the destructive power of his Storm Bolt. Pam does not get  Vampuric Aura. Rather, he seems to be putting a few bonuses into Stats, seeing  as his ability to spam Storm Bolt rather frequently. After the Sentinel places  all attention on Pam, it seems that the other Scourge heroes are not getting  much of a challenge. Even more, Sumo is going as a supportive Omniknight as  usual, rendering his team almost invulnerable to our attacks. Not surprisingly,  the outcome of the game was Scourge victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second game: Pam randoms  Keeper of the Light, but repicks a Viper. This hero choice caused panic amongst  the Sentinel, seeign as sumo chose Omniknight once again. This game, for  survival purpose, I chose the long-hated Medusa. But still, it was proved to be  useless against the 148% slow (28% Degen aura from Omniknight, 40% slow Poisin  Attack and 80% slow Viper Strike from Viper). A "meh!" 50% Purge slow from  Medusa have proved to be nothing against a 148% slow. Again, the outcome of this  game was Scourge victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third game: it was decided to be an -allrandom  game. We were much lucky with hero choices this game. Pam randomed Naga Siren, a  well-knowned late-game hero for her high damage output due to illusions, but low  health. I randomed Lightning Revenent, a highly versatile hero with several  different builds available. Adam randomed Rhasta, a well-feared hero due to the  "Ward Trap". However, Adam knows that "Ward Trap" is impossible on Naga Siren,  as she can split illusions and untrap herself. So he decided to wait until Naga  Siren makes an offensive attack on me. Seing as the Scourge were all low health  intel/agility heroes, I have chosen the lightning build for Lightning Revenent.  Almost due to pure luck, Naga Siren decided to net me while Adam just came out  of the Fog of War. I used chain lightning and all three of Naga Siren's  illusions were dead. Now she is in trouble. Adam quickly hexes her, and the low  health nature of her made her die within a few seconds. After the biggest threat  on the Scourge was eliminated, the rest of the team was just a breeze. Outcome  of this last game was Sentinel victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam is one of the best DotA  players around, even with his unlucky hero choice in the third game, he still  posed a threat against our team with a few early game kills with his late game  hero. Respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay that was nerdy, but it's what the easter  was about (for us). After that, i ate roti canai! (tears fall... 5% due to  happiness, 95% due to spiciness) Haha but there's a reason behind eating that  tho... because sumo is gonna attempt to get me drunk... = ="... Anyway with roti  canai as my saviour, I didn't get drunk even tho I was crappppppp at card games,  and drank half the friggin bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;. Had a very  nice dnm lunch with you Kat. Glad we catched up. Being an anti-social nerd makes  you kinda inaccessible. I know its neccessary, and I know its a really good idea  at this crucial time of year 12. I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the birthday  girl, Amanda! Haha I tried to act all gentlemen-like and bring her to Crown, but  my conspiracy was soon revealed by her: I wanted to play more than she did. Haha  anyway, I bought a $50 family package, and we played for sooooo long. The best  thing that day was that I came first in the laser war against all these randoms.  The worst thing that day was when some randoms claimed my scoresheet. The second  best thing that day was that me and Amanda kicked ass at Ghost Squad. The second  worst thing was that we ran out of credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really don't get  Amanda. She needs to go to Swanston street. So she came with me to Sumo's  apartment to get my bag (at swanston) and she comes with me on the tram back to  spencer street (not at swanston). Then at spencer she says "Oh crap! I need to  go to Swanston. How do I get there?", not knowing she just came from Swanston.  Anyway, birthday girl got fined for not having a ticket on trams. People, help  her out with her $100+ fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; wasn't fun. It  took the whole day to go from Timmy's grandma's place to my guardian's. I don't  think my guardians even cared whether I went to their place this hols or not.  Why did I bother = ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; was kinda fun. Super  session at Timezone in the morning. Ever tried one versus one laser wars? Well I  have. And according to Liana, it looks retarded on the TV screen. And I suck at  games. I lost to Boom in Daytona, Tekken, Time crisis. And I got owned on DDR.  Maybe I'll give up on my Timezone career. Then Boom and Liana dragged me to  Melb. I asked for a reason to go to melb, just one legit reason, and there was  none. But I went anyway. Then guess what? Melb was absolute pointless. Met up  with the previous year 12s n some of the asian posse. Then Liana realised AFTER  SHE IS IN MELB that melb is pointless. She was as bored as hell, so was I. We  then went for Boost searching, walking to Flinders and back, still couldn't find  a place. After we both got some random drinks, we see a Boost shop opened.  Life's shit. Tell you what's even worse. Bad relationships between siblings.  It's dark. Tell you what's even more worse. Seeing someone you dislike boarding  the same carriage and attempting to sit next to you. Lucky I had Liana, Steve,  Bryan sitting next to me taking up all the seats &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;? random. I woke up at 10 thinking shit shit, my  guardian is gonna leave soon and i'm gonna miss my free ride to the train  station. Ended up we leave the house at 1. I even had time to do my washing in  the meantime. I should've remembered the law that states women takes an  incredible amount of time preparing.&lt;br /&gt;Exibition centre is quite packed.  Either I was dumb or the tram system is inefficient, but there's not tram  directly from Crown to Flinders station. So i had to go to Nike, then Flinders.  Grrr. Before I even reached Que's house, DotA call came. Boom and Sumo were DotA  deprived. What happened next, you can guess. After that, joined birthday girl's  dinner. Took this awesome short clip of Amanda talking about her chin. After  that, it was some bowling bar which i always forget the name of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; woke up at 10:30 when i planned for 8. Ate  lunch with Adam. I have come to conclusion that A1 is magical. The choffon look  so small, yet at the end you feel sickeningly full. After A1, we met up with Kat  to nerd it up at da State Library. Too bad internet is not free there. Then we  went to max bunners for afternoon tea. Then we left for school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout easter, I have seen so many randoms and sus people, but can't  believe, as things around me always turn out, things go wrong at the end. It's  like fate or something. Kat lost her computer. And I was sitting opposite her  the whole time, looking at the people behind her. And never saw anything sus.  Seems like I'm not good at observing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a long blog =) Hey arum,  this is a 1571 words blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114548517930352589?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114548517930352589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114548517930352589' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114548517930352589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114548517930352589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-holidays.html' title='Easter holidays'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114441299218694218</id><published>2006-04-07T22:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:36:19.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm... dnm blogs eh?</title><content type='html'>since everyone is writing deep and meaningful blog entries, especially &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Houngers"&gt;Houngerz&lt;/a&gt;, I'll go with the crowd too...&lt;br /&gt;And since I was moved by Houngerz' blog, I'll write something on topic of Life too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life- it's inevitable. Some people say it's all up to you, others say it's fate. Well either way, you got to live it. One thing your parents never told you about is that they brought you to this world of suffering, pain, evil and torment. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Admit it: life's shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Majority of the world lives in poverty, hunger and helplessness. The chance that you will live a life like Bill Gates is so low that it's negligible. Even Bill Gates has his worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then are we brought into this world? What is the meaning of life? The answer is that there is no meaning to life. Some people here might say "hey but I love my life", but let's face the truth, now matter how good your life is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;what's the final destination? Death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That's the dessert that comes with your birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people realise sooner or later that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;life has no meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but rarely do people consider the antithesis- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;what if there was a meaning to life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If there was a goal to life that we all must meet, that's no difference to communism. We will all be governed by a higher power, we would do every task that is assigned to us (hey for girls out there, communism mean no shopping). Pretty dark stuff eh? Everyone wants freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom was a present given to us by God. Ever since the day he first created Adam and Eve, he gave Adam and Eve a single easy order to follow - do not eat the fruit from Tree of Knowledge. But they did in the end anyway. If God was omnipotent, would he not have foreseen the future? Why didn't he stop them? It's because God gave us freedom, a freedom to make choices, a freedom to experience, a freedom to live our life the way we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall the Chinese chopstick story that Scudamore told us? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happiness would never be fully gain if you were achieving it for yourself.&lt;/span&gt; While there's no meaning to life, there is an invisible goal that exist out there. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The goal is to make other's life better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Make their journey a happy one before they reach their destination of death. Make them smile before they feel the pain of death. Leave them good memories before they face the horror of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold someone's hands on this journey, make their journey a happy one. Give them a hand when they fall, show them hope when they are tired of this road. Be there when their part of the road ends, but do not make them not able to let go of you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Let them go with no regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and only remember this as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;happy ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love expecting no returns.&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/18250203-114441299218694218?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114441299218694218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114441299218694218' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114441299218694218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114441299218694218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/04/mmm-dnm-blogs-eh.html' title='mmm... dnm blogs eh?'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114409928834218460</id><published>2006-04-02T22:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T07:21:28.666+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Birthday ever =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/02042006485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/02042006485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After an awesome night of poker night on that was overcrowded, I had a pizza that was free. (birthday luck already?)&lt;br /&gt;Then there was day light saving, which meant I had 25 hours of birthday =D&lt;br /&gt;Kat makes a birthday phone call @12 non-daylight saving time, and she thinks optus has free calls!!! And I think she is wrong!!!Then when she was about to hang up, amanda walks in and starts having fun with katrina on her bed. Dont ask me what happened. It was a mix of screams and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;And so for those who couldn't get through, it was all kat and amanda's fault, coz I couldn't hang up to the temptation of their screams and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Then later on that morning, palm sunday!!! There were so many crosses that symbolises nothing! =P Good for nothing except to pull apart.&lt;br /&gt;And then my day starts to get better... A huge-as 20 minute queue for brunch! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/Image000-001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/Image000-001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then my day gets even better... clearing out a shed full of crap with spiders and insects accompanying me ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then after my "awesome" day, I walk back into my room tired as hell... And what do I see? A Happy Birthday "card" (I prefer to call it a poster). It's soooo cool. Pictures of the past and cool cuttings of little butterflies and pics of penguin+piggy+goldfish+bear all becomes one awesome birthday card. Best birthday card I've ever had!!! Muhahahahahaha I feel soooo loved.  =D THANKYOU SO MUCH TESHAH, I'LL KEEP THE CARD FOR LIFE. I'll bury the card with me when I die =P And thanks to the asian posse for signing it, I'm reading a message per day so I can keep my life interested until easter haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So let's see what pressies I've got... Love, Love and more Love from the asian posse. Apart from that, I got a pizza from dom, best birthday card from tesh, adam didn't give me anything (adam there u go, i got a mention), houngers gave me a whole weekend of winning DotA, "mysterious" pressie from Amanda, a won badminton game from Steph (Steph, just say I won), midnight surprise from Kat and Arum, new name of "lala zai" from Ian and Rach, money money money and dirty shed from mum, bitching from my sister, "go study hard" from my dad, a near-fact detention from tutors and HoH and most importantly, Extended Essay due in from Dr White, my best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to the whole asian posse for the amount of love over the weekend, it wouldn't have been possible without you people, special thanks to my mum and dad, I know you are somewhere up there... (Oscar speech LOL!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And heater is good. Goldfish is getting lots of love on behalf of Tesh haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114409928834218460?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114409928834218460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114409928834218460' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114409928834218460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114409928834218460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/04/best-birthday-ever-d.html' title='Best Birthday ever =D'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114368674790689948</id><published>2006-03-28T08:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:45:48.106+11:00</updated><title type='text'>last week of holidays ^^</title><content type='html'>Monday: Canberra customs are racist man. I put all my bags thru the scanning machine, and the guy told me to put them thru again. Then they told me to put the comp seperately (come on dude, syd customs didn't give a crap) And then, as always, I get picked for explosives test (hey do i really look that much like a terroist?) Maybe next time i'll wear a T-shirt with "I luv Bin Laden" and see whether they arrest me.&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't stop at my guardians' before I left for Syd/Canberra, I still have my two bags with me when i came back to melb... and arumrum, this is why you need a PA. I called timmy, he came all the way from g-hole to melb, just to carry one of my bags. After I got rejected at the immigration dept for lodging my application for aus citizenship (coz I looked like a frigging terroist?) I decided to take timmy to N2C... haha!! And kinda raped him at DotA... and we both got raped at CS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Haha, world lit. I kept re-reading parts of the book and it just doesn't help. But with the holy Pink Guide, everything suddenly seems so easy. It's like a 3-step to a finished piece of World Lit. But it still took me the whole day, and I still didn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Yeah finish-ing world lit, still didn't finish it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THursday: Finished world lit, gave my world lit notes my middle finger and I went off to the internet cafe which was 20 min walk away... grrr... haha and quote of the week:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh 5 cents and 25 cents are the same" - Liana during a debate on whether I should msg her or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Spent my day relaxing (aka gaming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Mmm, when my mum+me+sis left aus, we left a whole house of stuff here. And when you dump away all the rubbish, there's all the things that you would want to keep. And when you have to dump away those stuff, it's hard work. Especially with insects and spiders accompanying you. Anyway, took back a big lego set which I had when I was a kid... and it looks expensive... time to make money $v$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: What better things are there to do except to go out to the dirty shed with all house stuff again? I threw away two bags of stuff and I felt proud. Then I saw the 40 other bags in the shed and I wasn't proud anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Met up with Liana today, who complains and complains about how she couldn't come back a day later. It's funny how we both missed our trains, and so we were both an hour behind schedule. And then I realise how to use the tram system and I was happy ^^ We went and watched "When a Stranger Calls". It's a pretty well done film, leaves you scared for most of the movie, but the climax somehow kills the film. Then we saw rui. Cool green glasses. And ice cream is so good =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114368674790689948?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114368674790689948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114368674790689948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114368674790689948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114368674790689948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-week-of-holidays.html' title='last week of holidays ^^'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114222507530861399</id><published>2006-03-13T15:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:44:35.336+11:00</updated><title type='text'>3 is the best ^^</title><content type='html'>Today, after procrastinating for 2 years, I've decided to go out and compare the different phone prepaid companies and their offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1.5 hours of collecting brochures and info from the phone shops, and then another 1.5 hours of drawing up tables and collecting values, it has come to conclusion that 3 is the best.&lt;br /&gt;Optus and Telstra at the moment seems to have the best offers, where Optus have Tubro charge $30 = $120, which is like a cap option on prepaid, and Telstra have the "10 min for 1 cent" at night and on weekends. But these offers all end by end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 offers lasts until the end of June. The offers include "turbo charge" : $50 = $100. and with every recharge there's 150 free sms to any phone. If you're in the 3 broadband area (corio is in the area), you can use the 3G as if you are using normal phone, and it costs the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's just comparing normal rates, without any offers, 3 still has the best rates, beating optus by around 2-5 cents on everything and beating telstra by quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my fellow azn posse, time to change to 3 ^^ (after march is over... when there's no more turbo charge)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114222507530861399?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114222507530861399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114222507530861399' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114222507530861399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114222507530861399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/03/3-is-best.html' title='3 is the best ^^'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114222381570134560</id><published>2006-03-12T14:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:23:35.780+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese tourist</title><content type='html'>yay i'm a chinese tourist!&lt;br /&gt;Sydney train system is pretty convinient, but inefficient. There was one point where the train stopped and we had to wait for like 20 min for the train to move. Meanwhile, a group of girls were onboard the train, and one of them wanted to hang a piss. Since there was no toilet, the crowd of girls were yelling "whispers" to tell her to take the piss on the floor. Far out, want to make it anymore obvious? = ="&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a tourist guide with me, and it was the year 2000 version. But prices seem to have gone up 100-200% since 2000. I went up one of the pylons on the sydney harbour bridge, and the guide said it'll cost $3. I went there and it actually costs $8.50. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 584px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="55" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/400/panaromic%20view%20of%20syd%20copy.0.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;(why is the picture quality downgraded so badly = =")&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywayz, i also went to the opera house. It's pretty cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I went and had some maccas (it's the most economic choice ^^")&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then i went on the monorail. It's so funny, the lady selling the tickets was telling one of the passengers how to take full advantage of the ride, and how you shouldn't get off until you've been at least a loop so you dont have to pay again and stuff. weird&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I went to iMax theatre!! It's like the HK disneyland theatre but this one, the screen is really really huge. Eight stories high.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I went back and ate with my host family. First decent chinese meal in ages. Spotless is kinda hopeless - -"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114222381570134560?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114222381570134560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114222381570134560' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114222381570134560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114222381570134560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-tourist.html' title='Chinese tourist'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114222080436294949</id><published>2006-03-11T14:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:33:24.406+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to sydney ^^</title><content type='html'>Got up @ 7 this morn, had breakky with timmy, and I was late for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Hey domestic check-in is so convinient! All you need is your name and that's it. So easy.&lt;br /&gt;Getting on bus until finish check in took me 1.5 hours. I dunno why i rocked up so early. Could've play a game of dota.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't used to the sight of bogas with board shorts and slippers flying on a plane. And those bogans were so amused at the flight  path screen. At one point, the plane was flying in Tasmania's general direction, and the bogans were like "shit mate, we're going to tassie"&lt;br /&gt;Sydney was like hk. Like, there are soooo many chinese ppl. Way more than melbourne. and they all know how to speak cantonese. I feel so unspecial.&lt;br /&gt;Why i arrived at my host fmaily, i was presented with a whole stack of brochures. After two hours, I finished reading them, and got a plan for tommoz ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then @ night I did some maual labour and assembled a set of drawers. I enjoy ed my 1st piece of physcial labouring in 2 months ^^&lt;br /&gt;The room I stayed in was right in the mid of the house, so everyone walk past my room. Anyway, for this trip, I brought goldfish the pink monkey with me. I left him on the bed. And then I went off to brush my teeth. 10 min later I walk back to my room, and I can tell having a pink toy on your bed (in other ppl's houses) just doesn't look right. I hope they dont think i'm gay or anything. I consider this to be tesh's fault ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114222080436294949?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114222080436294949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114222080436294949' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114222080436294949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114222080436294949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/03/off-to-sydney.html' title='Off to sydney ^^'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114216228088505403</id><published>2006-03-09T21:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:18:08.613+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Last few weeks....</title><content type='html'>Yeah last few weeks haven't been posting coz school blocked blog websites. Stupid school. They encourage you to keep diaries at timbertop, yet they block diary sites in corio. I mean... that's so smart. (not)&lt;br /&gt;An old chinese story: Once there was a man who sold weapons on the street. He picked up a shield and told the crowd "this is the sturdiest shield on earth. It can block any weapons." then he picked up the spear and told the crowd "this is the sharpest spear on earth. It can piece through any shield". Then a man from the crowd asked him what would happen if he jabs the shield with the spear. He was speechless. Moral of the story is that you dont encourage ppl to keep diaries and then disencourage ppl to keep diaries. It's just plain dumbness ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so random points for the last few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cuthy year 10s are awesome at dota. Perry year 10s aren't. Grrr.... it's always like that isn't it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm playing Steph at badminton, and i'm leadin gby one match. But we never got on to playing the second match. I think even God knows that Steph needs a bit more practise before she can beat me. Oh well. I won't practise this hols so Steph can catch up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changing names on skype is fun. Me and arum managed to trick around four people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organising end of year travel is time consuming. Although now it's sorted it's all good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Red cross sucks. I mean, especially for guys. The school will put us in pov areas coz we don't collect as much as girls do, which is legit. But then ppl wonder why boys don't collect near as much. Being in pov areas for three years is just bad. But listening to stories of ppl getting chased by fat prostitutes is just funny. So is listening to stories of pov ppl asking for a recipet for their 10cents donation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Where'd you go" is an awesome song. I've decided to copy and paste arum's blog entry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths test was hard. Not enough time. How do you expect students to do a paper 1 exam (60-90 min exam?) in 35 minutes? It's so hard. Although i was pretty happy to get top mark tho. Although it was a friggin low score compared to what i wanted. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese can't be done at higher level? WTH. I dislike some policies of IB. It's just so annoying. I feel sorry for myself that i can't drop math HL and do chinese HL. But more, i feel sad for lindy... now she has to do english HL and catch up on two world lits this holidays!!!! That's just plain meanness of the IB = ="&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr Raybould is a chiller. He decided not to give us a test on the last day. And we watched a video instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gasman is not as bad as i thought. He made a funny speech on the last day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I joined weights after krieeegs used a whole prep time to convince me to. bleah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the worst chinese oral times (they are inconvinient, and they change every week)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tesh sings well. And I liked her piggy so much ^^ (i'm waiting to adopt it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adam is addicted to dota ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kat is such a nerd. How come she knows how to do maths = =" And kat is spore, not KK or KL. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;0.5 of Steph's life is about badminton. That's why she can't accept the fact she isn't beating me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amanda is weird, yet funny. Otherwise known as cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arum is the best bitching bag and the worst dictionary. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, btw, my biggest achievement this term was my successful attempt to convince arum not to wear makeup during weekdays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114216228088505403?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114216228088505403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114216228088505403' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114216228088505403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114216228088505403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-few-weeks.html' title='Last few weeks....'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114216259940781855</id><published>2006-03-08T22:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:23:19.410+11:00</updated><title type='text'>where'd you go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Artist: Fort Minor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Album: The Rising Tied&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Title: Where'd You Go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get along but the trips always feel so long,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, I find myself tryna stay by the phone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me when I feel so alone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Where'd you go?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know the place where you used to live,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Used to barbeque up burgers and ribs,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Used to have a little party every Hallowe'en with candy by the pile,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But now, you only stop by every once in a while,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can call me if you find you have somethin' to say,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Where'd you go?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For while you're not around, and feeling so useless,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems one thing has been true all along,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't really know what you got 'til it's gone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you'll can sing it...&lt;/p&gt;(Stolen from arum's blog. Thanks for arum)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114216259940781855?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114216259940781855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114216259940781855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114216259940781855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114216259940781855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/03/whered-you-go.html' title='where&apos;d you go?'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114216317849632387</id><published>2006-03-07T22:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:32:58.496+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Camus' way of explaning life</title><content type='html'>Albert Camus (1913-1960) was a French novelist born in Algeria. His novels explore the meaning of life. Through my research for one of his novels, I found some interesting ideas that Camus had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of writing books on human meaning, he came to the conclusion that there is absolutely no meaning to life.&lt;br /&gt;For one of his books, the ultimate enlightenment of human is that we all have to die one day. And being able to let go of this life we have now is the biggest challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question arises: should suicide occur?&lt;br /&gt;His answer is no. Human should live every day of his life as well as he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Why?&lt;br /&gt;According to Camus, living your life knowing that you can never defeat the inevitable death is human dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arum, maybe that's why i haven't died yet ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114216317849632387?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114216317849632387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114216317849632387' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114216317849632387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114216317849632387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/03/camus-way-of-explaning-life.html' title='Camus&apos; way of explaning life'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114042501044211138</id><published>2006-02-20T19:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:43:30.443+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the new WOW symptome</title><content type='html'>the following is an article from the magazine ATOMIC about WOW:&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting to a fellow gaming journo mate recently. After PC gaming's best Christmas in years,  I was keen to know what he thought of all the great games released through to the end of 2005.How many hours of Civ 4 had he racked up? What was doing it for him in FPS land, -SAM 2, COD2,Quake 4? How great was the state of gaming overall? What does he think of the 360?&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating a satisfying conversation I was cut short: "I only play WOW". Huh? You are theworld's biggest Civ (Sid Mieres Civilisation) fan, surely..."No, I only play WOW", he said with an increased aggression that caused me to take a step back.Okaaay. And I made good my escape.&lt;br /&gt;Another mate used to have the hottest girlfriend in our group of mates. We were all jealous. I saw her at a party over Christmas hanging off another blokes arm.  Being perhaps a little rude, I nevertheless asked what had happened to whatsisname? "He only wants to play WOW". "I want to go out dancing but he won't ever leave the computer now". A fewdays later I see this guy and ask him if he has rocks in his head. His reply was a nasty blend of defensiveness, followed by aggression. I know better now.&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I had a flattie who we all suspected was a smackie. He was scary. None of us dared to talk to him about it, he emanated this"ask me and I'll kick your head in" vibe. I thought I'd never encounter that sort of person again.  Now I am surrounded by them.Years ago I used to joke that I couldn't wait until we could live our lives jacked into the machine. Little electric stimuli feeding our brains with real world situations. This was well before The Matrix, but the ideas the same. I liked the idea of being able to experience things I could never have in real life, all in a blissful state of permanent comfort and warmth. My friends said I was crazy. Now, I am the one who is surrounded by crazy people.I used to think that the EVERQUEST "EVERCRACK" thing was cute and funny. Only a couple of network administration mates were affected. Now I am the one running out of friends.Unless of course I WOW with them. I have tasted its sweet embrace. But I'm just not quite ready to abandon EVERYTHING else for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey tin, that was for you. Hope you like the article ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114042501044211138?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114042501044211138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114042501044211138' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114042501044211138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114042501044211138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-wow-symptome.html' title='the new WOW symptome'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114042480374206593</id><published>2006-02-19T19:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:40:03.763+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and seek ^^</title><content type='html'>As a kid that lives in Hongkong, your parents always worry about your safety (despite the lack of crimes that happens) and you're never allowed to go to any gathering with your friends, at least not until you're in secondary 3. Also, as the only son in the family means lot of pressure from your parents, so its always study, study, study, and there are never games. Sometimes i think that I missed out on my childhood memories. I never got to be a "kid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sunday was family day, as the whole of the asian posse were basically all orphans ^^ It was nice to see the worse-than-steph-at-art Tin, Que whom i saw multiple times in HK, and Ade the original gangsta BEAST. We even took a group picture, which i can't upload from my phone coz kat's got my cable.&lt;br /&gt;Then after they left, we (adam, dom, kat, steph, arum, amanda and me!) played hide-and-seek! It was soooo fun. Like we're all kids again. Despite that everyone of us knew the Beevhives like the back of our hands, we still managed to have a few games. It was so strategical and fun! But it was sooo hard freeing people without getting caught, since the catchers were always around the hostages.&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny when I was crawling up the stairs and a security guard was walking up the stairs. I was like "i'm playing hide and seek", he goes "yeah i can tell, i can also tell that the catcher isn't doing too well" it was so funny ^^ he like fully paid steph out haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114042480374206593?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114042480374206593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114042480374206593' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114042480374206593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114042480374206593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/02/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and seek ^^'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-114022230085039391</id><published>2006-02-19T11:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:25:00.893+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff i found...</title><content type='html'>I was searching for my friend's xanga, which i still haven't been able to locate, but while i tried a lot of xanga sites, there's this random stuff about "the difference between men" (written from a girl's point of view) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good men, are usually bad looking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good looking men, are usually bad boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good looking and nice men, are usally gays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good looking, nice and straight men, usually have wives already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not good looking but nice, usually have no money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not good looking, but nice and have money, usually thinks you like them because of their money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good looking men without money, usually wants to know you for your money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good looking, not so nice but straight, usually thinks you aren't beautiful enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Straight and nice men who reckons you're beautiful, usually aren't brave enough to ask you out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An men with a bit of money, a bit good looking, a bit straight, treats you a bit nice and doesn't have a wife, will never be the active person to ask you out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Against passive men like that, women has to be the active person, and then it's all over because they think you're cheap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Haha it's so random. I like how it comes to the conclusion that the writer is cheap ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-114022230085039391?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/114022230085039391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=114022230085039391' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114022230085039391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/114022230085039391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-stuff-i-found.html' title='Random stuff i found...'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113991339885960640</id><published>2006-02-14T21:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:36:38.860+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's!</title><content type='html'>Stayed up late last night to study for stupid Economics test today. And to chat to kat. And now i've discovered skype is so random. My status says "connecting", but i can receive kat's messages instantly, however i can't send message to her. So it's like i'm reading her message, but she thinks she talking to herself... so random.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had chants at 8 this morning, school assembly at 8.30, so basically no time for revising. Fuck, used my so much brain power when i tried to cramp like 12 pages of worksheet information into my head in a time of 2 minutes. My brain was like overrevved hardcore = ="&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, didn't do too bad....&lt;br /&gt;Then at recess, i recieved a rose... not bad considering it's the first rose i've recieved in GGS. I was like one of the three people who recieved at least 1 rose in the whole of year 12 corridor... so i'm happy ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then in class kat and steph told me they both sent a rose to me = =" so there's now an imaginary rose.... for those doing complex numbers, it's 1+i&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner, arum tells me to imagine she sent me a rose too. So for those doing complex numbers, it's now 1+2i roses, and since 2i = -1, it means i recieve 1-1 = ZERO roses T_T I didn't get any rose.... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent out four roses, one of which was to Boom... but he said he didn't recieve it!!!!! omg... wasted $2!!!! thats enough for a lunch in hongkong = ="&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dunno why but no prep tonight, so had like an hour to type up all these blog entries ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113991339885960640?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113991339885960640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113991339885960640' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113991339885960640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113991339885960640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113936976662690266</id><published>2006-02-09T14:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:36:06.646+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny news (chinese)</title><content type='html'>銝���瑕����瑁楝��Ｘ�����鋡急��&lt;br /&gt;���2006-02-08 11:02���霅行�孵�典�������行眾頝�,������銝������瑕��,��瑞��隞����甇���瑕��頝舫�Ｘ�����,蝬�隤踵�亙��,�����潛�曆�����������鈭����憭�憛�皜����. &lt;br /&gt;蝚���唳�������� ^0^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113936976662690266?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113936976662690266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113936976662690266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113936976662690266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113936976662690266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/02/funny-news-chinese.html' title='Funny news (chinese)'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113991202732854627</id><published>2006-01-29T20:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:13:49.266+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to fill in the gap for my diary...</title><content type='html'>Anyways, what did i do on the few days coming back to australia??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A few good friends dragged me out to go eat... and then on the TV in the restaurant i saw CLAMP's new anime!!!! It has characters from Cardcaptor Sakura in it!!! yes, that's like my favourite anime!!! The new anime is called Tsubasa btw.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Bought a hairdryer, i really can't be bothered about the school's ban on it. My hair is an absolute mess without it.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I was at church on the previous weekend, and when i came out of church, there was an accident (but i was too late to witness it) , anyway there was blood on ground. I never trusted that crossing... hongkong drivers NEVER follow the rules, they go by the rules: whoever is bigger gets priority&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I havent been involved in New Years Day activity at home for so long, so i didn't even know about the gathering dinner on new year's eve. I went home like an hour late, everyone was mad at me. (i couldn't hear their phone call coz i in an arcade... lucky they didn't know that...)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;New Year this year was like eating gathering breakfast, going to church, then back home to pack up and then get more red packets and then go to the airport. Tight schedule&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;On the issue of red packet money, i got like very little (half of that i got two years ago when i was here for the whole new year period). like HKD$500, which is like AU$100... but my grandma always love me and give me the biggest proportion in my new year money.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Absolutely procrastinated holiday prep in all way shape and form. I didn't get aroudn to it at all... no ideas for it AT ALL...&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Met Ogi on the plane, and he told me he's not going back to grammar. He's going straight to like Monash to do a foundation year and so he can go straight into 2nd year uni. Smart, but he probably can't get into a good course tho. Dunno. Anyway he found out all that stuff in one week and had to make the decision in that week. Such short time. It's ok AZN crew, i'll never ditch you ^^&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Saw lindy on the plane too!!!! We took the Gull Bus together back to school. I was so afraid that there won't be enough space on the bus... (which i solved by booking) but then lindy didn't book, so we had to go to the stop early. Had maccas, which is expensive and the meal is tiny.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Came back to school to find that i'm in one of the best rooms in the house. I reckon probably top 5 rooms in perry. It's so huge sometimes i'm afraid at night LOL! jkjk&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;As soon as i finished unpacking, i had to do my holiday work... my Extended Essay was WTF holy crap 2000 words by mondaY?????!!!!!! SH*T!!!! anyway i somehow got that over and done with by time (negative 500 words...)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Come back to see all these "cool" unsocialising year 10s... I said HI to four of them, none of them replied back. Hermits. (can't expect much from timbertop...)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Now i'm like fully enlightened. I reckon not being a prefect was one of the best decision i have made in my life. I look at the two prefects next door to me, and they are seriously bitches for the head of house. If I was a prefect, I would've already died on the first week of school with that extended essay. So i guess HoH said he want me to study was actually speaking with good intention ^^&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;There's this kid in year 10 who paid out Ji-Shen, who's a year 11 kid in perry. He was so rude at ji-shen at the swimming trials that i would seriously have got up and bashed him... if only a "prefect" didn't help pay out ji-shen as well. Nowadays i dont even consider them as prefects anymore. I prefer to know them as power whores.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Kriegler deserves highest respect from me, talked to him about that gay rude kid, and kriegs fixed it that night. The kid was seriously shit scared after the talk from kriegs. I dont understand why kriegs didn't prefect while some other HoH-cock-suckers got the job.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;First weekend had to go to the beach. Me and Art just went around to look for slippers. He had to transfer money, but we couldn't do it over the internet, becoz apparently you need a telephone banking password. When you dial the help number to get a password, they would ask you for the password. So we're like WTF?!! we dialed to GET a password. Anyway, he couldn't transfer the money anyway. We went to this Chinese restaurant, art was like "it seems expensive"... then we're like "f' it..." went in, and the cheapest meal was like $15 = =" jibbed... after meal, i tried smoking ^^ it's not that bad. Taste like coffee.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;And I come back to school to discover like all my school pants dont fit me... although i didn't get fat over holidays... weird...&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Anyway, that's all to fill in for the moment. That was the 29/1 - 5/2 period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113991202732854627?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113991202732854627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113991202732854627' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113991202732854627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113991202732854627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-to-fill-in-gap-for-my-diary.html' title='Just to fill in the gap for my diary...'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113991230385687429</id><published>2006-01-28T21:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:25:50.596+11:00</updated><title type='text'>new year's eve midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/6104/200601292748kc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/6104/200601292748kc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bought some yummy snacks to eat at like 2 in the morning ^^ yum!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/1253/20060129273medium3dk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/1253/20060129273medium3dk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;while i went to buy the snacks, i was playing some little fireworks... but it produced like a tonne of smoke... (yeah that's not cloud, its smoke..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/8945/20060129277medium7lq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/8945/20060129277medium7lq.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While i was eating my midnight snacks, i saw this on TV, I like nearly threw up. WTF right? I thought it was horror movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img396.imageshack.us/img396/3334/20060129293medium2qo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img396.imageshack.us/img396/3334/20060129293medium2qo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, went to play some fireworks with my sister. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113991230385687429?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113991230385687429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113991230385687429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113991230385687429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113991230385687429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-eve-midnight.html' title='new year&apos;s eve midnight'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113990762355381172</id><published>2006-01-27T19:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:00:23.586+11:00</updated><title type='text'>wow look at that bill...</title><content type='html'>Arum, you're never dialing to my phone / i'm never calling you from my phone in  hongkong again... that billi got from my mum was ludacrus. 30min call from Perth  costs more than my original plan for a month. stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Charges                                                                                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Monthly Package Charges                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;-----------------------                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;Advance Service Charge         15/01/06 - 14/02/06                   128.00                &lt;br /&gt;(Free Airtime: 1000 combined mins)                                                                                                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;Call Charges&lt;br /&gt; ------------                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;Thereafter Local Calls                                               128.00&lt;br /&gt; GPRS                                                                   1.70                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IDD/Infoline Calls                                                   318.63                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Roaming Charges                                                 3.09                &lt;br /&gt;IDD Credit (Peak)                                                      8.99&lt;br /&gt;CR               IDD Credit (Off-Pk)                                                    1.13&lt;br /&gt;CR                                                                                                           Other Service Charges                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;---------------------                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;SMS/Download(inter-network)Chg                                        15.50                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;International SMS                                                    158.00&lt;/span&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;Video Charge                   (     6 clip)                          18.00&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Current Amount :        $772.00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IDD details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29/12/05 12:51         Australia   161431920296      31.4               226.08  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wtf that's so random and expensive. lucky my mum was understanding.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113990762355381172?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113990762355381172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113990762355381172' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113990762355381172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113990762355381172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/wow-look-at-that-bill_113990762355381172.html' title='wow look at that bill...'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113886669728098211</id><published>2006-01-25T18:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:51:37.313+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg...my sister is better than me...</title><content type='html'>Today sister and I went to get my mouth X-rayed in the city... (such a long distance)&lt;br /&gt;Being the awesome map that i was, I somehow passed the destination building, even though i had a street guide in my hand... but I weren't that bad, cause the entrance to the building is tiny and the writing of the name of the building was written backwards... no wonder i couldn't see it...&lt;br /&gt;After that I went back to my bogan towns near my place, and met up with a friend to give her some dvds.&lt;br /&gt;And we went to have some mango pancakes... (they are the way to go... i've had three in the whole holiday, i feel proud)&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the kiddy arcade place, and I was on the stuff toy machine again.... I spent HKD$60. I used $20, and I didn't get a thing. So I gave my remaining 40 to my sister. What does she do? Within $4, she gets a toy. WTH.... she's better than me???? NO!!!!! (its really depressing to have a 11 year old sister beating you in something so simple)&lt;br /&gt;And she won another toy with the remaining $36.... (she got the one i wanted.... and she blamed me that she had to use so much money to get a toy....) But that toy is worth at least $80... so wth is she talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had fun, we even broke the high score of one of the games! But the highscore score display didn't change, so my friend was like ...WTF!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was good meeting up with her, coz won't be seeing her again for rest of the holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113886669728098211?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113886669728098211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113886669728098211' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113886669728098211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113886669728098211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/omgmy-sister-is-better-than-me.html' title='Omg...my sister is better than me...'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113812241169616643</id><published>2006-01-21T03:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T04:06:51.730+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer programming O-Ov</title><content type='html'>My friends in hongkong now are going into the last semester before thy take their CE final exam. There's this friend of mine that has problem with english and computing. He hates them both, but he needs to do a computer project which is 20% of his computing mark... bleah so i had to go help him type it up....&lt;br /&gt;He's seriously hopeless at typing. I walked off to watch tv for 5 minutes, and when i came back, he typed around 2 lines on the screen = =" And then i told him it would be better if he put that info in a table, and he's like "no way! takes so long to type up" ... well i typed it up again anyway, took me like 20 sec - -" he's hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this problem with his program, and seeing he didn't write the program himselve (he got a uni friend to do it), and that I never learnt proper computing, we couldn't make it any better = ="... but then after I spent like 6 hours typing his project up and reading the books, i was able to fix his program for him... shows how much i had to do...bleah&lt;br /&gt;then i couldn't be bothered to go home, so i went to another friends house nearby to sleep zzzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113812241169616643?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113812241169616643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113812241169616643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113812241169616643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113812241169616643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/computer-programming-o-ov.html' title='Computer programming O-Ov'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113751106461931798</id><published>2006-01-18T02:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T02:17:44.620+11:00</updated><title type='text'>music + "gu lei" again...</title><content type='html'>hey kat i decided to try out this new music editing program i've downloaded and i've tested it with qing tian ^^ hey wanna listen to my "awesome" piano-ing? haha download this: (note: i haven't perfected it... at all...)  &lt;br /&gt;[url]&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/11203041/Qing_Tian.wav.html"&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/11203041/Qing_Tian.wav.html&lt;/a&gt;[/url]&lt;br /&gt;oh and then at night i was in china and doing gu lei stuff again... except this time i looked cooler... LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113751106461931798?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113751106461931798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113751106461931798' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113751106461931798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113751106461931798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/music-gu-lei-again.html' title='music + &quot;gu lei&quot; again...'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113751090135140958</id><published>2006-01-17T02:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T02:15:01.353+11:00</updated><title type='text'>music + "gu lei"</title><content type='html'>hey i realised there's 2 weeks left, and i haven't done any schoolwork/ music prac! So i decided to start from easy, and do some music prac first ^^&lt;br /&gt;oh kat i've finished learning qing tian today (just the notes, not the tempo/emotion stuff), and i realised i've already forgot tong hua = ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening i had to do some physical activity... had to like rip open boxes, and transporting them = =" bleah, so dam tired. Even had to look out for suspicous people = =" dam i hate weird looking mainlanders who just looks so sus. Oh btw, "gu lei" means "bitter labour"... which just means labour that works physically very hard. And yeah i was a gu lei = ="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113751090135140958?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113751090135140958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113751090135140958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113751090135140958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113751090135140958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/music-gu-lei.html' title='music + &quot;gu lei&quot;'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113751058730538607</id><published>2006-01-16T00:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T02:09:47.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna get bracers</title><content type='html'>well my mum told me this morning to go to the dentist... and i was like huh? and she tells me she has booked me to get bracers = =" today... after i've been nagging her for the last 3 years...&lt;br /&gt;so i went and got it checked and my mouth photographed ^^...&lt;br /&gt;and so i haven't got it yet... but i do hope i get it soon = ="&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to the largest comic store in hongkong ^^ man they've got like everything since 20 years ago... i mean... they even have the whole dragon ball series! @@" that's antique&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113751058730538607?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113751058730538607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113751058730538607' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113751058730538607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113751058730538607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wanna-get-bracers.html' title='i wanna get bracers'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113750518606881150</id><published>2006-01-15T00:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:39:46.096+11:00</updated><title type='text'>movie ^^ + tutoring english - -"</title><content type='html'>went to an arcade with a fd (again)... and saw this dragon ball freak playing.... out of the 3 rounds i was looking at him, he got 2 perfect rounds (perfect round is when you don't get hit once throughout the whole battle...) i mean wtf??&lt;br /&gt;and then i saw this dude with a ciggie in his mouth, and he was trying to act cool in front of this chick, and he went for the punching machine.... and he was punching for a while, then he gave up and told his girl that he got high score already (of 8560...)... and he was acting so damn cool. Then joel lee came along, and first punch got 8650, broke his high score, but dam he wasn't watching = ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man... then we saw such a good movie but with a bad ending. Everything was cool, the movie was so good... and then the main guy suddenly die. And then that was basically the end of movie. Sometimes they really need to change endings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went and tutored a fd's english oral... he speaks authentic hongky english ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113750518606881150?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113750518606881150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113750518606881150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113750518606881150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113750518606881150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/movie-tutoring-english.html' title='movie ^^ + tutoring english - -&quot;'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113750381744466359</id><published>2006-01-14T00:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:16:57.460+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dom gone = tired</title><content type='html'>argh... felt so tired after he left, coz we've been sleeping late for so many days.... grr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113750381744466359?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113750381744466359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113750381744466359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113750381744466359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113750381744466359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/dom-gone-tired.html' title='Dom gone = tired'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113708776378104255</id><published>2006-01-13T03:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T04:42:43.850+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Park!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060112241.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20060112241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060112241.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060112234-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/400/20060112234-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060112232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20060112232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060112223-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20060112223-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060112223.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060112211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20060112211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Dom's last full day here, so i decided to take him to a theme park. Since Disneyland is boring, and i've been there twice already, I took him to the other only theme park: Ocean park ^^&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at like 9:45, only to realise the gates open at 10. Then there were mainland chinese tourist groups, and so the queue was full of them -_________-" When we got into the park, we realise that rides don't open until 10:30, which just makes us behind on our schedule. Dom is fully into the biological, nature and geological &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060112215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20060112215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;side of the park, and there's lots of that here. Hence the name ocean park.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the exciting part of the park, where the roller coaster is. We went onto the roller coaster first, and we were sitting in the middle. It was exciting, yet the most scary part was going up the steep part at the start to get some altitude. The rails were making the most uncomfortable loud noises. The rest was ok. The loops are kinda small in this park, so i guess it wasn't that scary (but still better than disneyland, which has no loops). After that, we went to sit in the front, and the wind makes it so much more exciting! the worst thing is that my hair is a mess afterwards (and for the rest of the day)&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to ride the pirate ship (the going up and down thing). I reckon it was the most scary ride (for me) coz i can't stand that weightless feeling. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a ride i've never been before: the abyss. I dunno how to describe it, but the chinese name of it translate to "jump off building", which i think is the kinda feel it wants to provides. It brings u up really high, then drops you, then bring you up again, then drop you again... it's good.&lt;br /&gt;We then took the cable car to reach the other part of the park (yeah its really big). But it turns out to be all kiddy stuff, but with a few good spots. You can even see pandas ^^&lt;br /&gt;Hey here's what a call a dam good life: 41% sleeping and 55% eating. What more can you want? Pandas seriously get it so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the dinosaur section and i made friends with a little raptor. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then we got bored and went back to the first part of the park. And we went on the rides. We tried to set a record, and we did the roller coaster, pirate ship and abyss each 5 times. Beat that ^^ We tried to do more but we both had a headache by then, so we went home. Of course going home does not neccessarily mean going home, it means going shopping. Haha i bought a bag, and i convinced teoh to buy two shirts and a jacket (mission impossible completed). Also I bought a Tigger. I guess someone's gonna treat me very nicely for the next while. Haha ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113708776378104255?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113708776378104255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113708776378104255' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113708776378104255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113708776378104255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/ocean-park.html' title='Ocean Park!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113708448685881293</id><published>2006-01-13T03:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T03:48:06.886+11:00</updated><title type='text'>wow "real" dvds...</title><content type='html'>Ok, i am starting to lose my ability to judge whether a dvd/vcd is genuine or fake. I went to a famed huge bookstore, so stuff there should be genuine. But then I see movies that only came on cinemas two weeks ago selling for HK$13. wth? I bought like all the recent movies, but I just couldn't find king kong... i duno why.&lt;br /&gt;And then I was walking aimlessly in this underground shopping place, and I saw the jacket that i was lookin for ages @@" w00t. But of course its fake since it's in China. But who cares. No one in australia can tell fake clothing from real stuff. A"A haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113708448685881293?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113708448685881293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113708448685881293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113708448685881293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113708448685881293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/wow-real-dvds.html' title='wow &quot;real&quot; dvds...'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113699936065349926</id><published>2006-01-12T03:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T04:09:20.670+11:00</updated><title type='text'>China!</title><content type='html'>Bleah went to china today. Dam I love that 5000 bucks in my wallet. After I got it into 100 notes, my wallet wont even close. I'm rich yay ^^ (conditions apply)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I finally sees the house my dad bought in China, which is a dodgy house without furnitures, and noway near as good as ours in HK (even tho our house in HK is bad/small enuf already)&lt;br /&gt;I arrive there, and I see my dad's friend's mum. (so a grandma) And first thing she says to me is "oh you've seem to grow shorter" So i nodded my head, smiling. Inside thinking: dude WTH, everyone says i'm taller, yet you say i'm GROWING shorter -____-" And then she's like "do you play sport?" And i'm halfway answering her, and she talks over me "A boy should play sport, shouldn't just study all the time, need to grow strong" Again I nodded, smiling. Later I found out she's a bit deaf, that's why she couldn't hear me clearly. But I need to be nice to her and leave her good impressions of me. If there was ever to be an arranged marriage, her granddaughter would be my wife. -_______-"&lt;br /&gt;Then some dnm thoughts. All these years in australia i've  been playing. Now her grandaughter probably has the same study results as I do (she gets national championship prizes for essay writing, oh btw she's chinese) but on top of that, she can play piano (8th grade, while i'm still 5th after 3 years) she can sing (in church choir, and she just got invited to perform at the parliment meeting?). The only weakness about her is her sport, but that's because she can't, not because she's lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Argh... I feel like i'm so crap. I've played for too long that i'm fully like a useless person. I've played too much -____-" The only way to get up to her standards again is to get a good ENTER score? Yeah maybe i'll do that. But I'll have to get a really really good one, like 99.95. Oh well that's my dnm thoughts for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113699936065349926?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113699936065349926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113699936065349926' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113699936065349926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113699936065349926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/china.html' title='China!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113699860937173148</id><published>2006-01-11T03:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T03:56:49.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'>fast messaging</title><content type='html'>Dom really wanted to go ice skating, so depite its only 10 degrees in HK, we went ice skating. I was fully like"let's go in the morning, so we dont clash with all those students afterschool" but since we woke up late anyway, we went when everyone got off school -____-"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway an update on my ice skating skills, I still don't know how to stop, and this is like my 4th time going there trying to learn? Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;Then someone got bored coz she's "bonding" her hair. (hey that's a new word for me. bonding.) I would be skating along, and before I finish a round around the rink, a new msg would pop up already. She is quick. I would have to spend like 4 times as much time.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I decided to just to stop ice skating, and sat around waiting for the msg which pops up in 30 sec -____-" (not even enuf time to go to toilet)&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I got bored of messaging, and i pulled dom off the rink and went home. Arum set her msg record then. I sent my msg when the doors of the train open. I walk in, sat down, put my earplugs into my phone so i can listen to music, and a msg pop up already. WTH. That was like 20 seconds. And the msg was a full msg as well. How do you do it? Maybe its just girls.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah there is now a ceasefire between me and arum in our paying-out-each-other war. We'll see how long it lasts. Altho she paid me out in her blog already. Anyway I asked her a question and she's in her dnm mode. I reckon she's emotionless with some people... (hehehe mission wasting-her-time succeeded)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought of going to one of those kiddy arcade today to get another toy, but I couldn't find the machine in the arcade i went to. Bad luck for those who likes tigger and eeyore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113699860937173148?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113699860937173148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113699860937173148' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113699860937173148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113699860937173148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/fast-messaging.html' title='fast messaging'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113673005736414385</id><published>2006-01-09T00:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:20:57.436+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Another late day</title><content type='html'>Bleah woke up at like 11.30 today. And I thought of going to church. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my sis had a music lesson at 12.30, so i was taking my time cleaning myself until 12.20, then took a taxi down to the place, was 10min late all coz of me.&lt;br /&gt;Then the counter lady there told e my dad wants to meet me at a restaurant. So I went to the restaurant, and I couldn't find a way into it (it was on 2nd floor). I walked to the security and asked him. He told me the restaurant has already closed down. And I called my dad liek 2000000000 times and he wont pick up the phone. Hey kat, saying I have a good connection tone, listen to my dad's. He has two pop music tones. And he tells me I shouldn't have changed my classical ringtone to pop. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;So we ate without my dad, then I called a friend out to play this punching bag machine. I broke the record, then my friend broke mine. He always do it, so I was annoyed, and decided to go back and continue punching. Then I got my high-score I've punched there, and that shut him up effectively HAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then Dom wanted to go to MK ladies street to look for rings and bling. Guess what? There wasn't a single shop that sold them ^0^v (Tambakaus and Arum found them so easily... Dom is just plain unlucky)...&lt;br /&gt;So I took him to men street, which didn't sell it either. So after 3 hours of walking, we ate, then we went to this plaza, and I went to one of those kiddy arcades. I decided to play this machine which gives stuff toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060108202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20060108202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After being lucky, with $20 worth of credit, I got a mickey mouse toy, which was the best one in the machine! ^^&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself "greed is not good" ... but then i still had a few credit in my hand, so I went back and didn't get anything, bought more credit and still didn't get anything. $20 to get a toy, another $20 to get nothing. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;The staff opened up the machine and gave me the toy, but no bags to put it in. Bleah. So I had to walk around the city with a mickey mouse in my hand. -____-" Dam i looked weird.&lt;br /&gt;Argh no one paying me out for 2 days is kinda getting boring. So arum paid me out. Thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah today arum went shopping for her 27 yr old clothes, and she wore pink low v-cut and a super short miniskirt (maybe with bunny ears) and said she doesn't have a boyfriend and wonder why this guy tried to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she gave him her number.&lt;br /&gt;Now arum wants me to visit her in indo, But i totally agree with tin. Firstly I'm not a terrorist. Secondly I'm not black enuf. Thirdly ppl will think i'm arum's bf and therefore assassinate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113673005736414385?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113673005736414385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113673005736414385' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113673005736414385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113673005736414385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-late-day.html' title='Another late day'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113672768780872486</id><published>2006-01-08T00:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T00:41:27.843+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HK Brands &amp; Products Expo</title><content type='html'>As the title reads, Dom and I went there. It was apparently good, so i gave it a try. The admission fee was cheap, only $10. We walked in, 2 min later, we saw this candy shop, and we bought all these meat and floss and stuff. We had like 3 pounds of meat. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to walked to other sections, and I found those snow bean cushion! I luuuvvv them! But because today is like the second last day, everything has been nearly sold out, so there were no model of the ones I wanted. Damn &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;Well at last I bought some sunglasses, so i can be cool -___-"&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to eat... I luv squid balls, so i decided to force teoh to eat some. It was nice, and its always filling.&lt;br /&gt;Then when we left, I took dom to see the Central library of HK. It's big.&lt;br /&gt;Oh just random stuff, do you know that Darlie has so many different kinds of toothpaste? It used to only have that Black and White label toothpaste, now it has "Green Tea" flavour (smells nice), "Fresh Bright" (weird taste, kinda fresh), and "whitening" which is a new one i found this time, so i decided to try out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113672768780872486?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113672768780872486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113672768780872486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113672768780872486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113672768780872486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/hk-brands-products-expo.html' title='HK Brands &amp; Products Expo'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113672704230773151</id><published>2006-01-07T00:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T00:30:42.306+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting more time...</title><content type='html'>Up until now, our wakeup has been late, and after we wake up we're super inefficient.&lt;br /&gt;Today all me and dom did was go get dom a China visa so he can go next week. Then I went to get dom a phone sim card.&lt;br /&gt;I activated it, and it sent a message of what the number of the phone sim card is.&lt;br /&gt;I asked dom to hold on to the phone, while i get my phone out to store the number.&lt;br /&gt;But dom being the absolute genius, decided to delete the sms then type in what he remembers of the number.&lt;br /&gt;Me, trusting dom, not knowing dom did such a stupid thing, called with my phone the number he "remembered"&lt;br /&gt;There were no ringtones, and i'm like "dom I think you got the wrong number" -____-"&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I had caller ID, or else that card would be useless. Trust dom to do this kind of stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113672704230773151?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113672704230773151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113672704230773151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113672704230773151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113672704230773151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/wasting-more-time.html' title='Wasting more time...'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113672674006579493</id><published>2006-01-06T00:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T00:25:40.096+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes! Arum gone!</title><content type='html'>Finally she's gone, no more paying me out! Haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;Dom and I woke up at like 10, wasted another 2 hours, then my mum woke up, she wasted another 2 hours, and then told us to go eat with her. So we had our brunch at like 3.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the right places to eat is awesome. HK$10 for a big bowl of noodles is awesome ^^&lt;br /&gt;After that, Dom decided to buy a pair of shoes (oh about time, after he has used his blue trainers for the last two years for casual wearing, sport, both in australia and malaysia, and the only pair of non-school shoes he owns) and Dom confused the salesman so much. The salesman doesn't speak good english, but he tries to understand it. When the salesman has some idea of what he's saying, Dom switches to Mandarin. And Dom wonders why the salesman brought him the wrong pair of shoes. -__________-"&lt;br /&gt;And then we went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113672674006579493?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113672674006579493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113672674006579493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113672674006579493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113672674006579493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/yes-arum-gone.html' title='Yes! Arum gone!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113643453507719323</id><published>2006-01-05T14:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:15:35.110+11:00</updated><title type='text'>teoh arrives + travels to peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060104180.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20060104180.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060104182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20060104182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060104184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20060104184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well after I've convinced my parents that i wasn't late, I left home for the airport 30min later than i should, and somehow got there on time to meet teoh. We ate maccas and went back home to drop off stuff, then headed off to meet the Sugionos...&lt;br /&gt;We had like 45min to waste, so we looked for the "HongKong park"... and that took us a while... and it doesn't help to have arum telling you every 2 minutes that you're heading in the wrong direction... well we got there in the end...&lt;br /&gt;There was this fountain that you can walk into, and arum was too cool to walk in there with us, and she attempted to take a photo of us in there.... so i took a photo of her taking a photo of us ^^&lt;br /&gt;She got in in the end, only to realise we tricked her, and it actually wet in there ^0^&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know a word she doesn't know! Conservatory!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We headed back and met up with the rest of the Sugiono family, and went to the Jumbo floating restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;Arum isn't tall enuf, she needed a baby chair. Even her brother was okay with 1 cushion to sit on, she needed 3.&lt;br /&gt;Then Dom started being a random, and rocked side to side so as to provide a floating feel... and he won't stop -___________-"&lt;br /&gt;The food there were expensive... oh yeah! and Arum ate a chicken head. Apparently she has no brains. (her parents said so...)&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the peak tram station and took the peak tram up... it was 45 degrees steep at some point... it was an experience... (but then arum was sitting behind me, if i fall i'll take her out with me)&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the peak and we walked along the trail that goes around the peak... and attempting to take pictures of the Hong Kong Island view... which failed coz our cameras weren't good enuf. We walked on.. then arum got so scared coz there were no one on the trail, and the trees made rustling noises -____-" and apparently she heard people talking in the trees. So we turned back and had professional photos taken of us !!! And it looks so awesome, you can see the buildings pretty clearly even tho it was a cloudy and foggy day...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we realised the ice cream shop was closed, and arum's dream was shattered, so we headed back for home. The Sugionos are leaving tommoz for Singapore... so spore people, "have fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img2.imgspot.com/u/06/4/00/peakLarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice photo eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113643453507719323?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113643453507719323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113643453507719323' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113643453507719323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113643453507719323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/teoh-arrives-travels-to-peak.html' title='teoh arrives + travels to peak'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113643259238768234</id><published>2006-01-04T14:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T14:43:12.390+11:00</updated><title type='text'>...clean up...</title><content type='html'>malaysia airlines' "awesome" service + teoh's travel arrangement makes a really bad combo. He was supposed to come before christmas and leave b4 then. But now he's coming tommorow, just when i'm supposed to start working...&lt;br /&gt;so today i had to clean up the house, coz our house is so messy... had to wash three loads of laundry -____-" that's how bad it has gone to. Took me like a whole afternoon... bleah and arum is like shopping at causeway bay, while i'm cleaning... how good is that for morale boosting? (grr...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113643259238768234?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113643259238768234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113643259238768234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113643259238768234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113643259238768234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/clean-up.html' title='...clean up...'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113630598868498938</id><published>2006-01-03T01:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T03:33:08.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourguiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060102167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20060102167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today i had to tourguide the Sugiono family... lol and i had no idea that I also had to tourguide Mr. &amp; Mrs. Sugiono... didn't know where to take adults to haha ^^&lt;br /&gt;They stayed in Admiralty... right on top of pacific place (admiralty MTR station)... its like sooooo expensive -___-"&lt;br /&gt;I rang the hotel to tell arum to come down, and the reception lady asked: "surname?" and i said "Lee"... 5 seconds later the reception says "no, room blahblah are not Lees..." Bleah... how much more unclear can you make your question.... -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;So i took them to ladies' street... and shopped! ^^ Arum is so obsessed with changing her brother's style of clothing... not knowing she is sooooo mature (aka old) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060102168.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When i &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060102combine3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/400/20060102combine3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was at her brother's age, I dont think i was even up to the "hoodies+jeans" style yet...&lt;br /&gt;I got myself two rings (one of those 3 in 1 rings and one of those wheely rings...)&lt;br /&gt;And then we went back to hotel, and arum and me walked aimlessly towards Central. When we were on escalators, i would be wheeling my wheely ring, and its so fun ^^ (i even stopped at the bottom of the escalator and kept on wheeling my ring... sad little child.... i stopped when people started to see me...)&lt;br /&gt;It was like her first time seeing all the people from her country gathering in hongkong (all those maids having their gathering on weekends and holidays) and arum refused to be my &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060102171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20060102171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;housemaid... -___-"&lt;br /&gt;Since im such a hongkong bogan and do not know my way around the city, we relied on signposts ^^ oh how useful they are!&lt;br /&gt;We came to the wax people display where there were wax statues of people. (oh.. duh!) There was beckam, jackie chan, queen elizebeth... and others which i cannot remember. Then there was this photo shooting area, where you can get put on some santa clothes or a reindeer clothes... there just happens to be this little girl who put on the reindeer clothes... oh she looks so cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;They we follow the singposts again and came to this huge christmas tree. And i have came to conclusion that arum takes weird angle photos... she's so dumb. And then she complains about her own photos. Even dumber. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20060102172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20060102172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, we came at like the right time... the machine santas around the christmas tree started singing when we got there... "I'm a happy christmas tree, hohoho hehehe!" haha i luv that song! ^0^ altho that's the only line i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;Then we came to the "Santa town"?? (i think that's right... arum is it?) And around the place there's all these christmas trees and decorations and people can tie "wish cards" on them. It was everywhere. And arum being the shy refuses to ask the staff for some wish cards altho the staff was handing them out desperately. And yeah i took 2 wish cards so i had twice as high of a chance for my wish to happen than arum! yay!&lt;br /&gt;And arum being shy refuses to write her wish card first, so i had to write mine, starting with "Dear Santa, I have been a really good boy last &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/comparison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/comparison.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;year"... thinking: dam i just lied. I wished to be cool, while arum wanted to get something colourful... -___-"&lt;br /&gt;And since we're like a week after christmas, every christmas tree are full with cards already... and since me and arum decided we want it to be easily targeted when santa comes along, we were searching hard for a "star on a christmas tree" that wasn't occupied @@ but it was all occupied... so i decided since that santa comes in the air with his reindeers, it would be easy for him to reach my wish if my card was high up in the air.... so i had my cards sticking out the top of the star... haha!&lt;br /&gt;Then we were walking past this lolly shop and i got caught staring at one of the pretty girls that was working there... dam i'm always so unlucky...&lt;br /&gt;After that, we followed signposts again, and headed towards a place call "THE Landmark"... and we walked for like 1/2 hour and still couldn't find it so we headed back to santa town, and we realised THE Landmark was like 50metes away from santa town... dam arum is smart... (yeah play the blame game ^^) and she's like "how do you tell a tram from a bus?" &lt;a href="http://www.sanei.net/imacole/img_vt/header_0801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand" height="74" alt="" src="http://www.sanei.net/imacole/img_vt/header_0801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I said "1)trams are much more narrow, and old-looking.... 2)they have a "stick" sticking out the top to connect to the electrical wires in the air... 3) they run on &lt;em&gt;RAILS" &lt;/em&gt;Please tell me if anyone has seen a bus that runs on electrical wires in the air and runs on rails. And she blames me for not being able to differentiate... and a bad dictionary. So arum, here's the comparison. And for your reference, i'll leave the picture on my blog so you can always come back and look. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;And then we came back to Santa town and there was a massive crowd in front of the clocktower... and we are like "wow... this is gonna be so amazing" and at 7o'clock, the bell rang (not 7 times) and this santa and this lady started talking... first they speak in cantonese, then in english, then in mandarin... so people like me had to listen to the same thing three times... and then groups of little girls came out dancing (according to arum, some of them werent little) and arum can't see them coz she's too short, even with her ultra ultra 15cm tall high heels. I tried watching the show from her height and i felt sorry for myself. Dam wont you hate to be that short? LOL! jkjk!&lt;br /&gt;And then i was staring at the pretty lolly shop girl again, and arum's like "let's go buy a candy" and i was like "yeah... for sure"... we went there and the girl with this other shopkeeper was trying to persuade us to buy a candy... and i was like "hard work? working on public holiday?" and she didn't reply -___-" (i got burnt) and then the girl says "hey buy one for your girlfriend! its so romantic! i'm sure she'll love it..." And then i lost all hopes -___-" dam.... major backfire. I asked them for a pink candy, and they gave me a love heart candy -___-" want to mistake us anymore? And since I had an absolute lack of common knowledge (yeah arum i admit) i didn't say arum is my sister... or something of the sort...&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for arum to go back... then i realised arum's wish came true: "i want something colourful" (the candy) but mine didnt: "i want to be cool" (major backfire) -____-" dammit...&lt;br /&gt;bleah, it was a good day out... until i realise how much housework is to be done... and i had a two hour dinner coz chatting on msn + messaging annoying people (jkjk^^) takes up so much of your time you actually dont have time to eat your dinner. And i didn't finish my dinner... barely half...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113630598868498938?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113630598868498938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113630598868498938' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113630598868498938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113630598868498938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/tourguiding.html' title='Tourguiding'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113625754651845522</id><published>2006-01-02T13:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:05:46.533+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!</title><content type='html'>New years day = boring. Everyone is either back from countingdown/ playing all night long therefore sleeping, or they are studying for their exam which will comence in 3-5 days. So being the awesome friend that i am, i decided to ruin a study day for my friend, which succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;He was suppose to have a music lesson, but i prophesized that his teacher wont make it today, and it came true. And then we did the most kid thing ever. We had little sand bombs, which just explode + make a loud noise on impact with hard surfaces. What we did was hold one in our hand, walk out into the street at night, then we throw the bomb in the air, and then just as it was about to hit the ground, we would snap our fingers and point at it and say "blow". And it would look like it was magic. Yeah so that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i went back home and arum sms me that she is not adam and that she is in hongkong. (hey arum: i'm not kat, i'm not adam and i'm not tin. guess who i am -_______-") and so i'll be tourguiding them tommoz... and i got "tai koo plaza" and "tai koo place" mixed up. i didn't know there was a difference -____-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113625754651845522?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113625754651845522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113625754651845522' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113625754651845522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113625754651845522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year.html' title='New Year!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113616604082036866</id><published>2006-01-01T11:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T12:40:40.870+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Self evaluation of 2005</title><content type='html'>Hey so today is last day yeah? I was so tired after waking up at 7 to queue up for this application thing... so i was dopey the whole day. Since i was such a "party pooper" by kat's standard, and that i really see no point in counting-down, i went back home and slept. After half an hour i woke up, and watched a stephen chow movie... one of his old ones, so funny ^0^ Then a friend rang me and she's like "what i've done this year...?" and so i decided to write this evualtion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acedemic-wise, I've changed from jap to chinese, and so one of my weakest subjects became one of my best. I couldn't be bothered with maths anymore, and certainly got worse at it. English is always the same: I get told off by my teacher, do really bad in class, and always somehow gets a good essay in at the end of year exam which is always B+ standard regarless how much studying i've done. Last year this time, i was thinking of being a hardcore and doing every hardest subject IB has to offer, but now, I'm thinking more for my ENTER score. And in the last year, I've found the most boring, useless and stupid subject: Theory of Knowledge. I've came to conclusion its for those people who can't shut themselves up, and just like to argue for the sake of it and cause they can't accept other's point of view. (and those who have difficulty seeing both sides of things) Basically it is for people with no life.&lt;br /&gt;School connections-wise, I've come out of my hermit status to try-and-get-a-friend status, and I so i knew the AZN clan, which has some of the coolest people in it, very glad to know all you people. But when i started to know the year 12s a bit, it was time for them to take final exam and leave, which was a let down. HK connections-wise, I've finally relieved myself from the guilt of dumping my ex- girlfriend, and she is trying to go a step too far... grrr... you dont want to see the angry joel... anyway, i also met two of my best and closest friends this year, hehehe who also turns out to be my two secret keepers. Glad to know all you people!!&lt;br /&gt;Family relationships-wise, my parents are starting to treat me more of an adult (like they do every year) and slowly i'm in charge of the house, cause they are never at home. And my sis is growing up to be a tennage girl. She wants the privilages of being one, but does not even care about the responsibilities. Bleah... what can i do -____-"&lt;br /&gt;Religion-wise, I still haven't found my god, altho for the last 16 years 7 months I have been attending church, and for the last 4 years I've been attending church twice per week (in the holidays)... When will He do something in my life to make me believe him? At the moment i'm "going to church" cause i can't really understand Him yet.&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulary-wise, I've learnt "procrastinate"&amp; "cuff-link" from my dictionary Arum, "bleah"&amp;amp; "bloooop" &amp; "bling" from Kat, "descrepancy" &amp; "centripetally" from Mr. Raybould, "pivotal" from Dr. White, "lolita" &amp;amp; "bape" from magazines, "hoplites" &amp; "gladius" &amp;amp; "cataphracts" from playing Rome: Total War, and "indubitably" &amp; "purge" &amp;amp; "omfgwtftomatoebbq" from playing DotA, and others which i cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;Socialising-wise, I've drank, smoke, had sex, and taken hard drugs this year. No, just jk, only the first one ^0^&lt;br /&gt;Music-wise, I'm still learning grade 5 piano (still... after 3 years) and i kinda prioritise studying over it. And i also discovered that i can't sing for my life ^^"&lt;br /&gt;Anime-wise, I've watch up to 101 episodes of Naruto, around 20 episodes of Gundam Seed, 40 something episodes of Bleach, and 1 episode of Full Metal Alchemist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i could think of at the moment. Tell me if i missed anything. Oh yeah, I counted-down with my TV. How romantic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113616604082036866?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113616604082036866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113616604082036866' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113616604082036866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113616604082036866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/self-evaluation-of-2005.html' title='Self evaluation of 2005'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113593792049959008</id><published>2005-12-31T17:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T21:18:40.530+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with Tin Nguyen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051229146-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/20051229146-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was a boring day too. Morning was my and my sis rushing to one district, then back, only to realise we achieved nothing. We need to wake up earlier tommoz. Just to keep the readers happy, I'm going to use my emergency "sharing pic" plan.&lt;br /&gt;Have a look at this pic, you see all those medicine in there? Its for healing the soul. Oh by the way they are all chocolates. It's so cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, had a msn discussion with Tin this evening, and Tin wants to say this to the whole world  (arum listen carefully LOL!):&lt;br /&gt;NAT S, COMPUTER GAMES and THAI PROSTITUTES&lt;br /&gt;(part 1)&lt;br /&gt;Tin: have you heard from nat? he's like ... vanished&lt;br /&gt;Joel: nope, he's probably too busy with his thai prostitues&lt;br /&gt;Joel: or maybe sadder: with his ragnarok&lt;br /&gt;Tin:lol, if i was him, i would choose ragnarok&lt;br /&gt;Tin:cos i know for the very least that what appear as  a woman on Ragnarok has a higher chance of being an actual a woman in real life than Thai prostitutes&lt;br /&gt;NAT S, COMPUTER GAMES and THAI PROSTITUTES&lt;br /&gt;(part 2)&lt;br /&gt;Tin:if you don't beat me, i'll make you eat your computer&lt;br /&gt;Joel:dude its my wife&lt;br /&gt;Tin:that'a good enuf motive for you to work hard next yr&lt;br /&gt;Tin:so you would not choose a thai prostie? you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Joel:um do you mean i can choose between a computer or a thai male prostitute or a male pretending as a women prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;Joel:i'll go with computer&lt;br /&gt;Tin:haha, wise choice. still, making you eat a prostitute is just... inhumane. i'll do with the com&lt;br /&gt;Joel:and computer only gives you shortsightedness, thai prostitutes gives you every known virus in human history + new ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAT S, COMPUTER GAMES and THAI PROSTITUTES&lt;br /&gt;(part 3)&lt;br /&gt;Tin:so Joel, how long have you been theorizing that Dota is a new STD?&lt;br /&gt;Joel:ever since nat s chose it over thai prostitutes&lt;br /&gt;Tin:the fact that Nat S passes down that STD to you and dom, just make it even more .... truer?&lt;br /&gt;Joel:Well its also fact that cuthy has been infected with this STD, so seeing Nat S calls cuthy "gay", and it is also expected gays to have STDs, so therefore it should be true that Dota is a new form of STD&lt;br /&gt;Tin:but if we call Dota as STD, we need some sexual way of transferring the disease&lt;br /&gt;Joel:Nat S sleeps naked with his computer everynight&lt;br /&gt;Joel:preferably with Dota on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's all i'm putting on for the moment. You dont want to know the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113593792049959008?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113593792049959008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113593792049959008' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113593792049959008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113593792049959008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/interview-with-tin-nguyen.html' title='Interview with Tin Nguyen'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113592592701501738</id><published>2005-12-30T11:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T17:59:16.143+11:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051230164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051230164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh forgot to add in last blog entry, that i bought two pair of shoes ^^ I haven't had a new pair of shoe for the past one and a half years, coz hk shoes normally go up to size US10, while mine is 11 at the moment. Hopefully you people dont realise i only have one pair of casual shoe haha! yes, the addi is the only pair.&lt;br /&gt;So when i went into this shop that has my size, my eyes were shining ^^ The ones i chose weren't exactly the ones i was lookng for, but bleah who cares. Here's the photos of the two pairs. And guess what? They were on sale, one of them is 55% off, the other &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051230163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051230163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;is 65% off. They cost AU$60 all together ^^&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was supposed to do my World Lit essay, which is a comparison between two books, and the smart joel lee didn't bring either books back to hk, so he can't do it. Anyway, had to go to the library, and i was trying to reserve one of the books, but then the computer was like "your reserve list is full" and i'm like "wtf mate? haven't borrowed a book in 3 years" so i went and got it checked, and i had 8 books reserved from 3 years ago... mmm... which means i have to pay a little fine of around AU$2 ^0^"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was kinda boring. I went shopping in the evening with my friend, and we decided to go to this shop that my cousin recommended. Apparently it has really jap style clothes and the price are reasonable. So we went there and seriously the variety and looks were awesome. So comfortable as well! But the price also reflects the quality. Not cheap, only reasonable price. I bought a jumper and pair of trousers, cost me like AU$80 even tho it was 30% off. bleah... that's all my money gone. Too much shopping is bad for your financial balance. Shopping for the last two weeks were fun, but it has come to an end -____-" oh well i bought what i would need for the rest of my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just because it's still close to christmas, and i'm about to be forced by a friend to go cut my hair, i uploaded a photo of me while still with long hair ^^ Hope it has christmas feels! Also, tell me whether i should cut my hair. I like my hair as it is, but apparently its really long. -___-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113592592701501738?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113592592701501738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113592592701501738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113592592701501738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113592592701501738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/shopping-finale.html' title='shopping finale'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113590329284854654</id><published>2005-12-29T11:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:41:32.850+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken little</title><content type='html'>that movie is so funny ^^ i wonder why the hell the fish doesn't die. I watched it in cantonese, but they still had a few good jokes in it. And i love the ending.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the arcade again ^^ and today i wasn't so crap at racing games, but got worse at everything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113590329284854654?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113590329284854654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113590329284854654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113590329284854654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113590329284854654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/chicken-little.html' title='Chicken little'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113590240779575445</id><published>2005-12-28T11:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:36:02.216+11:00</updated><title type='text'>primary gathering ^^</title><content type='html'>Today the primary school people met up (sounds like a lot, but its only 9 of us).&lt;br /&gt;Oh everyone looks so pretty now! ^^ At least not as kiddy looking like before.&lt;br /&gt;We went to one of the house to chat and chat, and the topics were all revolving about "whos your boyfriend/girlfriend?" how boring -______-"&lt;br /&gt;there were a pair of twins there, and one of the sisters got a boyfriend for the last nine months. apparently the boyfriend is like loaded. He gave a diamond ring to her at the end of the 6th month, an iPod nano at the end of the 8th month, and this month he gave a whole big loveheart shape box of ferrero rochers to her. Dam he is rich.&lt;br /&gt;He even came to our gathering. I dunno why, but he did. And he looks at least 3 years older than us.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for dinner, and while me and one of the friends were getting a drink, my friend was like "i reckon he is one of those dropouts that have a job already... its not hard to affording all those presents when you're working" i agreed ^^ apparently they saw each other for the first time while they were buying ciggies... mmm... awesome way to get a good boy/girl friend eh? -_______-"&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after the dinner we went to an arcade, and it was fun! I love playing the drums game even tho i'm crap at them! ^^ and I am also crap at the shooting basketball game! And i'm also crap at the racing car one! ^^ That's coz i chose manual accidentally when i can't even drive properly -___________-" But then i got my self confidence back when i playing the punching bag thing? where you hit the little bag as hard as you could and they record a score? Well the awesome joel lee broke the record, and then broke my record the punch after. Oh man I'm awesome ^^&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah to those that dont know, I'm single and i dont want a girlfriend. Please don't get too close to me. I'm like a fire. Keep a distance and you'll be warm. Get too close and you'll get burnt for sure. Especially when your closeness is unauthorised. I'm not a nice person. Grr! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113590240779575445?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113590240779575445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113590240779575445' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113590240779575445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113590240779575445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/primary-gathering.html' title='primary gathering ^^'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113590288591111579</id><published>2005-12-27T11:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:34:45.920+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh he opened his present</title><content type='html'>him: "oh i opened the present! it was really nice!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "hehehe it was valuable wasn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;him: "its all about the heart, money doesn't matter"&lt;br /&gt;me: -______________-"... thinking: omg can you not act so "i'm a christian"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my friend then dragged me into his room and asked me to draw him a logo that i promised him for the last 2 weeks that i'll do. And i was going thru all these drawings and he said no to everyone of them. Then at last i tried my best and left it there. Dude i dont do art, leave me alone -______-" Then we went to one of those ten dollar shop. I bought some dried flowers so my room wont smell of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night stupid kai-g tells me that he was going thru my whole drawing process and he drew one up based one my ideas.... oh so that was his plan, to get me to draw as many as possible so he can copy? -______-" trust hongkong kids to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113590288591111579?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113590288591111579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113590288591111579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113590288591111579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113590288591111579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-he-opened-his-present.html' title='Oh he opened his present'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113561688209744005</id><published>2005-12-26T02:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T04:08:02.156+11:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas!</title><content type='html'>midnight is considered today right? well i counted down with a few friends, and then went to give a christmas present to a friend (omg 1st person she sees on christmas is me... how sweet... LOL!!!!!!! up myself time again... -______-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas everyone! since i'm such a "devout" christian, 4 hours later i woke up and went to church today, with my new bought purple shirt! (thanks to que for discovering G2000 has 50% off.... oh hell yeah!) yeah purple for christmas feel....&lt;br /&gt;although it was kinda boring today at church, i didn't see any new people &gt;___&lt;" oh well... then i helped out giving out church lolly bags, and of course took one myself. I was gonna get a haircut (forced to...), but didn't have enough time... and i like having (relatively) long hair &gt;___&lt;" stop forcing me! We had enough time for lunch and to buy pressies, but then had to go back to church for my friend's bro's baptism. His bro got so mature over last 2, 3 years... bleah...&lt;br /&gt;Since me and my friend are cheapskates and do like to play jokes, we bought a really good looking box (2 of them) and then bought 2 really cheap presents. A pencil with a little toy camera on top, and a sheet of stickers. I even put the church lolly bag in there, just to be more cheap. All these for a 19 year old. Let's have a look at the costs of all these:&lt;br /&gt;2 Boxes = $10&lt;br /&gt;pencil w/camera = $5&lt;br /&gt;stickers = $2&lt;br /&gt;lolly bag = $0&lt;br /&gt;total = $17&lt;br /&gt;which equates to australian value of $3. This is the most cheapskate present i have given out since i got my identity card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/320/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At night, we had the annual church gathering dinner. Hey it was pretty cheap ($50) for such a nice meal... i guess the church kinda subsidized it... but anyway it was good enuf. The table next to us had all the form 1s and 2s, and they were the most disgraceful bunch of kids i've seen in ages. They are like animals when the food comes. They muck around with storage room door behind them (which is restricted area...), and the worst thing is that they asked the waiter for some chopsticks, and when the waiter brings it over, they laugh at the waiter and doesn't even take the chopsticks... fully the most disgraceful church kids around... i'm embarassed by them -____-"&lt;br /&gt;and then the dinner got boring and i started taking random photos -_______-"&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, here's a photo of two people as stupid as i am. and also ronson's sister on magazine (again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was it for christmas. Fun and yeah people kinda dressed properly... (kai-g usually wears basketball clothes.... that's good enuf for him... ^^")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113561688209744005?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113561688209744005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113561688209744005' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113561688209744005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113561688209744005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='merry christmas!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113559288194603763</id><published>2005-12-24T20:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T21:30:41.700+11:00</updated><title type='text'>camera man + carol service</title><content type='html'>my mum is doing this teaching course at the moment, and part of the course requires the candidates to provide a footage of themselves teaching and interacting with kids. My mum chose to do her work experience at my primary school -_____-" but i guess it wasn't too bad of a choice... so my mum forced me to be her camera man... the kids were like "omg that camera man is sooo hot!".... no... just joking.&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was kinda hard with all the construction noises outside the classroom, and that two teachers (one was my mum) were examining the students at the same time, and that the kids talked so timidly... so it was hard to listen to what they say...&lt;br /&gt;hongkong student's english isn't great (common knowledge)... and there was a part of the oral section where two kids would ask each other question to find out about info on two different sheets... one of the kids were supposed to ask whether the man has any children. But the kid asked "did she have children?" haha firstly the kid asked about wrong sex, and using the word "did" kinda implies the children are dead ^^ those primary kids are so cute !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then at night i went to do those chirstmas eve carol service thing... it consisted of us walking from house to house and standing up the whole 3 hours... -______-" oh well... god bless me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113559288194603763?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113559288194603763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113559288194603763' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113559288194603763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113559288194603763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/camera-man-carol-service.html' title='camera man + carol service'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113559115253138209</id><published>2005-12-23T20:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T20:59:15.130+11:00</updated><title type='text'>movie day</title><content type='html'>i was supposed to watch harry potter on tuesday, which wasn't out then... we didn't realise until right before the movie was "suppose to start"... so we organised to watch it today. but i also had a date today for another movie so i'm watching 2 movies in one day ^^&lt;br /&gt;firstly i went to watch "chinese fairy tale" which is a space version of "the journey to the west", but this movie is so much more funny. the monk is a dancing pro and he screws up the whole journey by loving a girl, and the monkey king wasn't invincible (new one eh?) i was so tired after that movie + a bad headache on right side of my head, cause my friend was leaning on me (-____-") so i was dragged and leaned to the right for the whole movie... all because there was a tall guy in front...&lt;br /&gt;then i went to watch harry potter with my cousins, which turned out to be an exciting movie (the most exciting out of the 4?) and hermione was not as hot in the movie as on posters... -______-" and the chinese girl was not hot at all. and harry potter still only knows two spells : the 'dispell' magic and the 'suck things over' magic... and i expected voldemort to be a bit more scary... and much more powerful at magic (how did harry potter win that magic standoff thing?&lt;br /&gt;that's enough movies ^^"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113559115253138209?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113559115253138209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113559115253138209' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113559115253138209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113559115253138209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/movie-day.html' title='movie day'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113541866224803006</id><published>2005-12-21T20:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T21:04:23.006+11:00</updated><title type='text'>3 words: Fun and Magical!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221040-2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051221040-2.1.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After arranging today so i'm free, i am allowed to go to disneyland with the tambakaus! ^^ i went back to my primary school in the morning to visit my teachers, and then i headed off. I got on the train, and got to the terminus to take the bus there (which goes straight to disneyland)... only to find out i already missed the last bus... so i had to take the train again to go to the furthest station (the other terminus-___-") to meet up with que... (the only othe rway to get to disney) but somehow we managed to get on the same train the tambakaus were taking... mmm... we're &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051221038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all late! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221040-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were like 12+ tamabakaus there (omg adam's little sis are going there for like the 2nd time in a month...) and most of them can speak cantonese ^^ yeah! (adam is the odd one out haha)&lt;br /&gt;After adam got his DV going, we went to the tommorowland to ride the roller coaster. Near the end of the roller coaster, they take your picture (so you can pay them duh...). When we rode the roller coaster for the 2nd time, que and i attempted to take a picture of the camera... but we failed yet the camera took a photo of us taking a photo of it... oh well... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;There were so many people there today... the place was packed... after deciding an hour of waiting is not worth the 5 min ride in the river, we went for lunch at a restaurant, which is of course over-priced.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the mickey &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221052-2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051221052-2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phillamagic?? forgot the name. But its a cinema sort of thing where you put on special glasses and it makes the stuff 3D and seems like its so real. Along with the water and air spray, its really well made! Tesh was taping us while we waited in the queue and asked us to say three words each. Fun and Magical. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221052-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for the river-ride... the tour guide had a few good jokes... but with my english standard i only remember two. First one was "do you know how to distinguish male zebras from female zebras? well... male are black with white stripes and female are &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221059.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051221059.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;white with black stripes..." Second one was "When you leave the boat, be careful with your steps and mind your heads, if you aren't careful enough with the two, mind your language..." haha ^^ good enuf jokes for me ^^ (made up for that 30min waiting in queue)&lt;br /&gt;And then we decided to go back to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;US street (the shopping place) to see what disney stuff there are for sale. On our way there we came past this pin stall, where there are all these cute disney character pins. I bought a cuuuuttte eeyore pin, and pinned it on the strap on my bag ^^ haha! (time to torture tesh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221073.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051221073.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we got to the big shop in US street where most of the disney stuff were sold. Adam and Tesh bought pigglet stuff toys ^^ (same as the ones in the pic on the left) so cuuuuttte! When we went outside the shop we looked into the window and they have the stuff toys put there.... omg its so cute!&lt;br /&gt;I think Tesh was kinda excited by the women side of her (yeah... the shopping side) so she decided to ditch us and stayed there, while the remaining of us went to watch the Lion Festival Show! It was a loooong wait. The show starts at 6, but by 5.30 the queue &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221070.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051221070.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was full and some of those people at the end were left out coz of lack of space in the arena. Lucky adam's uncle was there at the front, so the 10 of us somehow sneaked in with him... haha! But then we had to wait for half an hour in this enclosed area, where people wanted to go to the toilet but can't... and i started to play Jay Chou MVs on my phone ^^ yay! Ye Qu is such a nice song ^^!! But after such a long wait, the awesome performance music + dancing proved to be well worth it. It was so colourful, and performers were quite dam good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221081-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051221081-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the half an hour of excitement, it was over and the sky was dark outside. When we headed back to the castle (the centre of disneyland), it was packed. By packed I mean like from the entrance of disneyland to the castle was full of people. A sea of people. We were all waiting for the fireworks. Us boys had to go to toilet after the 30min show, and we saw the looooooong queue of women waiting to go to bathroom. Oh man... i wouldn't ever want to be a women... (how can you be so patient??) it's like a 50m long line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221094.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051221094.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After adam's happiness over his "omg 1 min left after the Lion Festival Show!! YAY!!!!" was soon over when he realise the fireworks is more important than the show. He deleted some of the earlier stuff but then left with no battery (just like que), so the only one left with battery and space to take photo was me and my phone ^^" I tried taking a few, but phone cameras aren't that pro... but got the ok effect. Tonight was so windy that the fireworks got blown to the left hand side after shooting into the air... the the normal "arc over castle" disneyland logo fireworks &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221095%20-2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051221095%20-2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;didn't work out well ^^" (look at pic) After the firework, we decided to wait for the mass of people to go b4 we leave (yeah i took a pic of the amount of people there... its ridiculous...) and then we waited inside disneyland half an hour for tesh + mum (aka women), then we waited outside disneyland another half an hour for women, and so one hour after the fireworks finished, after i finish making like ten phonecalls, after we're all freezing to death, we heard the announcement that it is the closing hour for disneyland, and we're like "thank lord" it means that women would be kicked out of disneyland ^^ Well they came out with a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221136-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051221136-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;santa claus bag... (only?) i thought they were signing contracts to buy the whole of disnyeland... -_____-" Then we split up, Adam, Fareed, Que and I went to eat at this all you can eat restaurant, which was well worth the price... the food was actually nice! as fareed says "this is the first all you can eat restaurant i've been to where they dont dilute the soup" after a huge entree, main course, dessert, we're full and satified. ^0^" Then we went for a walk along the victoria harbour, where there were less lightings then i expected. Haha we saw jacky chan's handprint on the pathway^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051221137-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051221137-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was time to say goodbye. The tambakaus are heading off to china next stop, to grab free clothes.... oh well good luck! Thanks for the fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113541866224803006?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113541866224803006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113541866224803006' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113541866224803006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113541866224803006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/3-words-fun-and-magical.html' title='3 words: Fun and Magical!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113535033018787419</id><published>2005-12-21T01:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:05:30.203+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tambakau in HK!</title><content type='html'>Originally my plan today was to watch "harry potter" with my cousins in the evening. But then i got a phone call from adam in the afternoon, and they're in hongkong ^^ hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;so i went out to meet them, and que was there as well ^^ other than adam and tesh, i also met adam's couz fareed! (now i know who that guy is on adam's xanga...)&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to buy iPods, which is like the same price everywhere in the world, but i guess there no tax in hongkong, which makes it cheaper? ^^&lt;br /&gt;b4 they buy it, they had to change some of their malaysia ringgit to hongkong dollar. But that took us a long while... it seems that ringgit is still a troublesome money... according to a bank manager "under the foreign dollar exchange policy, the exchange for ringgit is restricted in hongkong"... and that's the same situation for all the big banks... and the banks that do allow ringgit exchange has really stingy rates... so after an hour they decided to go for the stingy banks.&lt;br /&gt;well they bought two video iPods, and then we went to eat "tofu flower"... so smooth... yum...&lt;br /&gt;and then we went for a walk in women street, and they bought a few rings, and some case for their iPods. But they were called by their mum to go back, so at the peak hour of people getting home from work, we had to push our way thru the subway railway... and we got off at the "wrong" stop, which resulted in us waiting for 6 trains to pass by before we had the chance get on the train (there you go tambakaus, that's hongkong ^^)&lt;br /&gt;and then after we parted, que and i went to eat at some restaurant that was on a magazine. It was an awesome restaurant! The meals were done well, and the price was reasonable. I ate mango chicken and que ate pork ribs? The service was good, it was as if they were watching us eat the whole time and come at the exact right moment to take away our finished plates and ask us if we wanted our drinks...&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around the streets, omg... shopping would be awesome right now... everywhere is all on sale... que bought a shirt at G2000 with his member card and got like 50% off... wow... time to go shopping with my mum ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113535033018787419?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113535033018787419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113535033018787419' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113535033018787419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113535033018787419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/tambakau-in-hk.html' title='Tambakau in HK!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113534931454310595</id><published>2005-12-20T01:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T01:48:34.560+11:00</updated><title type='text'>princess dairies + year 12 results</title><content type='html'>I watched princess dairies late last night (until midnight so it counts as today's blog) it's pretty amazing how much a person's look can change with a bit of work... from a "mess" (sorry couldn't find a more suitable word...) to a big eye pretty princess... mmm... well from observation over the last while, i got a conclusion: girls look good with straight hair... curls kinda looks too sophisticated to be pretty... well that's only my opinion... ^^&lt;br /&gt;Halfway during the vcd, que rang me... and gave me a bad news... he got 78 enter... feel so sad for him. He said he screwed up the esl part. I guess maybe ggs makes esl such an easy subject at school kinda makes it really hard for our year 12s to get a good mark in it? Well now que is applying for rmit for aviation, which is not a bad course ^^&lt;br /&gt;then i heard from arum that it seems all the AZN year 12s got 70s enter score except for tin, who got 95... wow...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good luck to all the year 12s!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113534931454310595?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113534931454310595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113534931454310595' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113534931454310595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113534931454310595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/princess-dairies-year-12-results.html' title='princess dairies + year 12 results'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113534733059729779</id><published>2005-12-19T01:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T01:15:30.613+11:00</updated><title type='text'>my cousin's birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>i haven't seen her in like half a year... and she is much taller and boootiful now (well i always imagine her having a queue of boys waiting to see her... yet her mum says she acts like a boy -___-")&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, she's 3 months older than me... but she used to feed me when i was a kid... how shameful... -______-"... another shameful thing is that i've been learning piano for like my whole life minus 3 or 4 years, and i'm still 5th grade? she started learning 5 years ago and she's like 8th grade now... mmm...&lt;br /&gt;so we had afternoon tea, which is fried chicken and salad ^^ yumm!&lt;br /&gt;then i realise her birthday is not until tommorow, but they are having her birthday dinner tonite, so i'll just pretend its her birthday today ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113534733059729779?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113534733059729779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113534733059729779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113534733059729779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113534733059729779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-cousins-birthday.html' title='my cousin&apos;s birthday!!!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113534655764069336</id><published>2005-12-18T00:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T01:02:37.656+11:00</updated><title type='text'>piggy nose tissue box</title><content type='html'>woke up this morning and my parents were already off for work... so i looked around the house for something i could eat... then i saw the box of koko krunch that tesh gave me at the airport... (wow still here...) so i decided to eat it... but then... no milk... T__T&lt;br /&gt;today, as such a "debout" christian, i went to church, yet i left halfway coz my sis booked me so she can buy a screen protector for her phone. After i bought her it, she is already talking about the next screen protector that she's gonna get after this one gets old... omg... women and shopping makes a scary combo...&lt;br /&gt;then i went to find a box for a christmas present... but the size i was looking for seems so popular that it ran out... bleah... so i started to walk aimlessly in the shopping centre... and i saw an interesting tissue box, where there is a photo of a baby face on the cover, and the tissue hole comes out of his piggy nose ^3^ so funny... you can even change the picture... hehehe... what does that mean? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113534655764069336?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113534655764069336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113534655764069336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113534655764069336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113534655764069336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/piggy-nose-tissue-box.html' title='piggy nose tissue box'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113534312555033245</id><published>2005-12-17T14:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:05:25.593+11:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping ^^</title><content type='html'>sorr la... no posting for last few days, they were boring... consisted of taking my sis to school, bring her back home, do something for my parents, boiling phone congee, eat dinner, read email, snoooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah, i haven't been shopping at all. But everyday my parents are like "do you have money?" I'll put on like a sad face and say "well... you see... not much..." And then it'll be like an average of hk200 bucks per day ^^ yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/1600/20051216024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/1780/200/20051216024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today I went shopping at Mongkok! (with all that money) the stuff there is so cheap! it consisted of me and my sis pipi getting off the wrong stop, walking in circles back to the same place twice, still not able to find the street we want. Then we gave up and went to a plaza to play those kiddy timezone places, dug up sweets (wow its not that hard!) and somehow perform worse on those games than the kid that just played b4 us... -___-" so humiliating... two "big brother and sister" lose to some 10 year old kid... &gt;__&lt; well we still got sweets!&lt;br /&gt;And then 2 hours later after we got off the bus, we found the street! ^^ it's called "women street" in hongkong, there are so much stuff to shop for, cheap clothes, cheap stuff toys, cheap accessories, so much cheap stuff ^^&lt;br /&gt;So i bought some clothes (mmm... about time...), 2 jackets, a top and a pair of jeans for only 500 bucks ^^ so happy!&lt;br /&gt;And then pipi and i tried to leave... but we couldnt find the bus stop (omg... i'm such a hk bogan...) so we walked for like 30 min trying to find this bus stop that doesn't exist, and then had to wait another 15 min for this alternative bus route... and bleah... i thought i was so late... but it turned out that pipi read the wrong time.... a whole hour descrepancy... -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Shopping is fun (when you have the money) haha ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113534312555033245?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113534312555033245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113534312555033245' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113534312555033245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113534312555033245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/shopping.html' title='shopping ^^'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113556035620006825</id><published>2005-12-16T12:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:25:56.200+11:00</updated><title type='text'>tired...</title><content type='html'>hehe after two days of fun, today i was told to do all these work around the house... and damn i sweated... it wasn't fun to write about ^^"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113556035620006825?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113556035620006825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113556035620006825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113556035620006825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113556035620006825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/tired.html' title='tired...'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113456736045153025</id><published>2005-12-13T23:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:36:17.166+11:00</updated><title type='text'>POKEMON!!!!!</title><content type='html'>haha since everyone talks about pkmn (&lt;- yeah that's the sign outside the medical centre) let's talk about it!&lt;br /&gt;ok design-wise, how awesome is the 1st generation pokemon? they were actually original with good designs. then wth the gold/silver added-on pokemons were kinda random (except for the lugia and pheonix) like you know that steel bird? he has the worst moves that doesn't even fit him! i mean physics-wise, how does a steel bird fly? it just doesn't work. some of those pokemon seriously are so bad.&lt;br /&gt;but gameplay-wise, i reckon gold/silver version is da best. flexible selection of pokemon team choices + good graphics makes it way better than 1st gen version. crystal version was just a wtf? version of gold/silver. the ONLy add-in was like the 3 legendary canine pokemons which isn't that good anyway. and catching them is a pain in the ass when you dont have a high level pokemon with sleeping skill as your first pokemon. and i mean, why would you go for them 3, when a lugia can one-hit-KO pokemon anyway? (man that beam is awesome...)&lt;br /&gt;but one thing i really dislike about gold/silver is that you cant buy moon/fire/water/watever stone in gold/silver like you can in 1st gen version. by the time you have 5 eevees waiting to be evolved into all different ones, you may as well train an awesome lugia! or maybe an electric baabaa... (i dunno what the name of that electric sheep is... but's he's awesome)&lt;br /&gt;but in-game-stuff-to-do-wise, the 3rd generation has to be da best. with the multi-pokemon-team fighting option, now you can have lugia+ dragonite(forgot the name...) or + gyrados on the same team using that omfgwtftomatoebbqimba beam, man... that's just too much....&lt;br /&gt;and dont you people love planting random seeds around? haha i love doing it ^^&lt;br /&gt;but 3rd gen really lacks some serious design authenticity... i mean who would want to use a chicken? to make it worse, a chicken that looks worse and un-cuter as it evolves? (the only reason i chose it was because it looked cute) i think the designers were trying to make a "cute" 3rd generation pokemon, but i think they have failed when it comes to the evolving- it just clashes with the traditional "look wicked sickly cool when they evolve"... which explains the bad looking chicken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway 2 team of pokemon i love best in gold/silve/crystal is&lt;br /&gt;1) main fire pokemon&lt;br /&gt;2) gyrodos&lt;br /&gt;3) electric baaabaaaa.... (what the name?)&lt;br /&gt;4) lugia&lt;br /&gt;5) kadabra / gastly&lt;br /&gt;6) travelling pokemon (laplace or pigeotto)&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;1)main fire pokemon&lt;br /&gt;2)main leave pokemon&lt;br /&gt;3)main water pokemon&lt;br /&gt;4)lugia&lt;br /&gt;5) kadabra / gastly&lt;br /&gt;6)travelling pokemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would depend whether i can be bothered to take half a day trying to get all first three pokemons... i mean.. it takes such good timing and hell of a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway enuf pokemon talk. conclusion: gold/silver is da best! haha&lt;br /&gt;what you people think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113456736045153025?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113456736045153025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113456736045153025' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113456736045153025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113456736045153025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/pokemon.html' title='POKEMON!!!!!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113439800105095456</id><published>2005-12-13T01:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:33:21.070+11:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;SIM unlocked&lt;&lt; yes!</title><content type='html'>yes after like a 12 hour descrepancy, the service provider finally unlock my sim card, and i can now use my new number!!!!! For all those people coming to HK, this is my new phone number: 63903163&lt;br /&gt;I dont like having to get a new phone number everytime i come back, but it can't be helped. The first number i got, i lend to my dad the sim card when i was on my way back to aus. Next time i come back, he says he needs it and refuses to give it back. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;then i got a prepaid sim card from my mum, and that uses MY money to recharge (oh that's great....). i gave the sim card back to my mum when i left for aus (as usual). And this time i come back, she says the sim card is not working. The sim card has no money left, so logically, you buy a recharge card and recharge it right? The thing is, the sim card would not let you dial a number because it has no money. So how the hell are you supposed to recharge the card? awesome...&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, now that both my mum and dad has sim cards, i can ensure that at least one sim card would be free next time i come back.&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon adam skyped me and they are in HK! yes! but they are en route to guam at the moment. oh well, hope them fun! and to all those that are bored (basically kat and arum) keep reading my blog and socialise !! ^^ (how do you feel getting told to SOCIALISE by me... humiliation...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113439800105095456?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113439800105095456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113439800105095456' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113439800105095456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113439800105095456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/sim-unlocked-yes.html' title='&gt;&gt;SIM unlocked&lt;&lt; yes!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113439621048285878</id><published>2005-12-12T00:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:03:30.506+11:00</updated><title type='text'>new phone!</title><content type='html'>went to church this morning, and found out i've been enrolled in christmas carol service... thanks so much my good friends... -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;and then the best thing is that i went out and looked for a new mobile yay! ^^ I was originally looking for a cheap phone model like K700i, which is only AU$200 w00t! and then my mum wasn't happy with the fact that its old and the camera is not good enuf, and said i need to buy a new model. So i had to pick AU$800 phones (oh... i feel so bad buying such expensive stuf...) and eventually got the nokia N70. wow... its so awesome. 2megapixel 20x zoom. altho it only has half the upper limit of memory card supported, it is still more than enuf ^^ oh yeah such a nice phone! and my sis got a limited edition disney phone. its expensive, yet nowhere near as good as mine ^^ yay!&lt;br /&gt;oh well time to wait for the SIM card to be unlocked. I'll know my phone number tommoz ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113439621048285878?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113439621048285878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113439621048285878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113439621048285878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113439621048285878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-phone.html' title='new phone!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113439492059927919</id><published>2005-12-11T00:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:42:00.616+11:00</updated><title type='text'>news from HK!!</title><content type='html'>Today consisted of sleeping/eating/surfing the net for a phone. I really need one that has camera and music. My lack of a camera is starting to annoy me. Especially with adam taking all those unwanted shots of people... bleah...&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the news and suddenly i was like wtf mate. There's gonna be a WTO leaders meeting in hongkong on the following week, and there's gonna be a lot of protesters, the most in history of WTO meetings. These protesters come from all different countries, even from some well-off countires such as japan and south korea. Of course, the HK government hope they only have peaceful protests, but what can you expect when the last WTO meeting in England results in a subway suicide bombing. I guess that's why you have to declare stuff when you come to HK now. dam. They're like closing off all the areas around the centre around the WTO meeting and all the shops in the area are closing and the schools in the area get one week off school (wow... i want that) mmm... what is hongkong coming to?&lt;br /&gt;so people that are coming to HK, be careful ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113439492059927919?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113439492059927919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113439492059927919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113439492059927919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113439492059927919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/news-from-hk.html' title='news from HK!!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! T_T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433714308918360429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BwnjVBvK0BM/Rv_0ATaNJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IvPLofttdgY/s320/phet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18250203.post-113439387251586101</id><published>2005-12-10T00:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:24:32.526+11:00</updated><title type='text'>spore!</title><content type='html'>wow first time in spore! what does spore have for me when i arrive? all the shops are closed... bleah&lt;br /&gt;but at like 7, all the shops magically open, people magically appear out of nowhere. the spore airport is pretty good when it comes to wasting time. They have a sitting area with like 10 thousand screens in all the different directions, and the screens are playing two different stuff so travellers can sit in different seats to watch different channels ^^ Then there's a computer area (hehe.... nice...) where they have desktops with free internet. For laptop users, there's even a desk space with power plug and blue cable socket, that's what i call nice.&lt;br /&gt;but i realised chocolate in spore is so expensive... the same thing of chocolate i saw in spore was twice the price than in australia...&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got back to hongkong and now we have to declare stuff in hk (that's so bad... we never had that b4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18250203-113439387251586101?l=phetphet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/feeds/113439387251586101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18250203&amp;postID=113439387251586101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113439387251586101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18250203/posts/default/113439387251586101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phetphet.blogspot.com/2005/12/spore.html' title='spore!'/><author><name>Joel knows his place! 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