<?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-7896237916739618719</id><updated>2012-02-18T00:07:32.752+08:00</updated><category term='video'/><category term='song'/><category term='somerset'/><category term='sad'/><category term='passed away'/><category term='cajun'/><category term='chicken'/><category term='personal'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='botak'/><category term='scape'/><category term='jones'/><title type='text'>Nothing More Than Nonsense</title><subtitle type='html'>Made on 19th October 2011.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027611780633587329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896237916739618719.post-2024468401965518405</id><published>2012-02-18T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T00:07:32.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cajun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='somerset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jones'/><title type='text'>Botak Jones</title><content type='html'>Wohhhoooo apparently I'm in love with &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.botakjones.com/"&gt;Botak Jones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've been there (I mean, Botak Jones at &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Somerset&lt;/span&gt;, opposite of &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scape.com.sg/"&gt;*Scape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) twice but I only tried one set meal!&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it cos I just love it and I couldn't trust the other set meals hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.botakjones.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rER6KL6ewGQ/Tz56GJ9ddWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/IAx-Eyh0y64/s320/920.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Cajun Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S$8.80&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for this plate. Hmmm kinda expensive but well, it's a pretty big portion. So I can assure you, it can really make you full.&lt;br /&gt;The side dishes I chose were french fries and coleslaw. OMG it is just delicious! Go and try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896237916739618719-2024468401965518405?l=pikapikh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/feeds/2024468401965518405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2012/02/botak-jones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/2024468401965518405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/2024468401965518405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2012/02/botak-jones.html' title='Botak Jones'/><author><name>pika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027611780633587329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rER6KL6ewGQ/Tz56GJ9ddWI/AAAAAAAAAU0/IAx-Eyh0y64/s72-c/920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896237916739618719.post-6499746197481327114</id><published>2012-01-18T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T01:00:37.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY craze</title><content type='html'>This is what results in last minute shopping for CNY - whole body aching with empty hands back home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started to think about buying something for CNY since...last week. And I dragged til yesterday then I went to search for suitable bags, shoes(preferable wedges) and tops. However, I found none!&lt;br /&gt;Those things I'm interested in are either too expensive or have no suitable sizes for me *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I tried a shoe(yes, the display only showed a side of the pair of shoes) at Charles &amp;amp; Keith. It was having discount and overall it became S$40. Quite acceptable but it's too high for me! I never wear heels like for a long time, man! Longest time was about 4 hours I guess and that one...I was damn tortured!&lt;br /&gt;So there's this fear about wearing heels *I bet every girls feel the same uh?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here it is, the pair of wedges I was interested in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2sUT0IqCCY/TxWmwv6L_yI/AAAAAAAAAUY/B3JDppwhxvU/s1600/2011-L4-CK1-80560010-10-1-370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2sUT0IqCCY/TxWmwv6L_yI/AAAAAAAAAUY/B3JDppwhxvU/s320/2011-L4-CK1-80560010-10-1-370.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not bad eh, pretty comfortable for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;EHH I am suddenly reminded by the pair of heels I was damn interested in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WmRGI6dnRpk/TxWnmi5WNwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/zzETcu8GcCM/s1600/melissa+patchuli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WmRGI6dnRpk/TxWnmi5WNwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/zzETcu8GcCM/s320/melissa+patchuli.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Melissa Patchuli Pink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also only managed to try one side of the shoes but that one gave me super comfort! I would like to try the whole pair but damn, the price is about S$180++. I immediately put it back :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyone please be nice and let me have it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896237916739618719-6499746197481327114?l=pikapikh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/feeds/6499746197481327114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-craze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/6499746197481327114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/6499746197481327114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-craze.html' title='CNY craze'/><author><name>pika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027611780633587329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2sUT0IqCCY/TxWmwv6L_yI/AAAAAAAAAUY/B3JDppwhxvU/s72-c/2011-L4-CK1-80560010-10-1-370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896237916739618719.post-1854941051147489254</id><published>2012-01-08T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T01:11:09.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma!</title><content type='html'>Just a short post filled with tons of love for the one and only, my mother!&lt;br /&gt;I just love her so much and I'm glad now I can joke around with her.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering I used to be so scared of her while I was a child. Like everything she said would come out in an angry manner. Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;Love Mommy and Daddy! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896237916739618719-1854941051147489254?l=pikapikh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/feeds/1854941051147489254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2012/01/momma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/1854941051147489254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/1854941051147489254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2012/01/momma.html' title='Momma!'/><author><name>pika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027611780633587329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896237916739618719.post-6351643360000045803</id><published>2012-01-05T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T01:04:23.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passed away'/><title type='text'>Regret.</title><content type='html'>Human are just human. They don't take precautions. Mostly they'll take action when something happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a saying says that "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;People won't realise how much something worth until it is gone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I definitely agree with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A personal story of mine is this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moved to Singapore when I was 16 years old.&lt;br /&gt;So I was soooo close with my grandma and she's the only grandmother I had. I love her and few days before I went to Singapore, she reminded me to visit her first. I told my mother that we should visit her after I finish my class (since it'll be nearer to go from my school to grandparents' house than from my house). Mom agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, Mom fetched me sooo late and she told me that she was from grandparents' house. I was devastated cos I didn't visit my grandma. I SMSed her mobile phone number and asked the maid to tell her that I was at Singapore already and I was fine, Grandma shouldn't worry anything. I'm not good with talking so I didn't call her and I feared I'll cry while calling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Just few days at Singapore, I got a news from Mom saying Grandma was ill. She was ignorant cos she thought well, Grandma only had slight illness like usual. But no, it dragged on and on til few weeks. The very last time I met her was when I went back a week after my first day at Singapore. I visited her before I went back to Singapore again and I was crying, seeing her so sick. Up til now, I'm tearing everytime I remember that. I asked her to eat and go to hospital. She was brought to hospital and since then, she stayed there for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts even more when Mom told me that Grandma had not much time left. I cried for 3 days. I thought about how sick she was and how sad it would be if she was gone. I rushed back Batam on Friday after my class. After class, I went to see her. Grandma was brought to home already but she slept the whole time. Aunt said she still laughed when they teased her in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wished I could see her when she's awake but no, she's sleeping when I met her. She slept soundly. I told her that she had to be fine and be well soon. I cried seeing her so skinny and sick. It hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom offered me to stay there but I refused. It's actually one thing I regret cos the next day, in the morning, Grandma passed away and I wasn't with her :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mom called telling me that Grandma passed away, I didn't cry. Maybe I was too tired crying and I accepted the fact that it was her time already. But once I reach grandparents' house, I couldn't help but cry while hugging Mommy. I know Mom loved Grandma so much eventhough she kept scolding her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And up til now, I tear everytime I remember Grandma. I know you're all fine now, Granny, but I just miss you so much. I miss seeing you making those nyonya kuehs. I miss your cooking. I miss your naggy voice. I miss your kiss. I miss your hug. It's been 3 years but I still miss you. I'll miss you forever. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, well, those are the things that made me regret. For not visiting her and not staying back for the last time. I'm now treasuring people around me. I try my best to spend my time with them so that next time, I won't regret if anything happens (touchwood!). Just follow your heart and express it if possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What about you? What makes you regret?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896237916739618719-6351643360000045803?l=pikapikh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/feeds/6351643360000045803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2012/01/regret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/6351643360000045803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/6351643360000045803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2012/01/regret.html' title='Regret.'/><author><name>pika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027611780633587329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896237916739618719.post-4834279404649623134</id><published>2011-11-29T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:03:04.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!</title><content type='html'>28th November 2011.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRADUATION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I finished my diploma program and the graduation was on that date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met so many familiar faces. Happy happy happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took like a loooott of photos with friends, showing how happy we were to have graduated. Love this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am seriously glad that my classmated are mostly friendly and nice people &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here some of the photos for your viewing pleasure ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eXBHmWVg1hw/TtOvLnTAXvI/AAAAAAAAARs/jzuy9WdwP6Q/s1600/DSC01527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eXBHmWVg1hw/TtOvLnTAXvI/AAAAAAAAARs/jzuy9WdwP6Q/s320/DSC01527.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeO8Um8njf0/TtOvM1GSfOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tOAXuJNSFqw/s1600/DSC01528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeO8Um8njf0/TtOvM1GSfOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tOAXuJNSFqw/s320/DSC01528.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Remember the good moments you've had and be happy!&lt;br /&gt;But afterall, I'm still a human, I still feel, I'll still be sad if things go wrong and unexpected. I'm feeling too attached now with everything and the most fearful thing is that everyone's leaving, having their own lives and things are no more the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, you see. It's saddening. It's heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;That's why goodbye is the saddest word. Also saddest thing to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do? Sometimes people just don't feel as attached as how you feel. Sometimes people don't feel as sad as how you feel. Sometimes you're just being the one having and feeling too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone out there reading this,&lt;br /&gt;some people, I love you, really. Even if I'm not showing it, I'll try to show it thru my little action(s).&lt;br /&gt;I'll sacrifice for people I love. It's just me. People might say I'm being stupid, I'm being used, I'm being pitiful but who cares? I'm doing this for people I love, I'm enjoying moments with them so those little sacrifice, mean nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Effort should always be made to maintain such&amp;nbsp;treasure-able friendship(s).&lt;br /&gt;I love people I love. I can't say the names here but you guys are those I think about most times. You guys are those who first pop up to my mind when I'm thinking about some activities. Just that, I fear, I'll be an annoyance to you guys. For being the one who keeps asking. Sometimes it'll just be annoying, I'm sorry but well, I love you guys! &amp;lt;3 Thanks for making my life here wonderful. I'm enjoying every moment with you guys. I'm happy and contented!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896237916739618719-8609408892538748993?l=pikapikh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/feeds/8609408892538748993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-caught-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/8609408892538748993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/8609408892538748993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-caught-up.html' title='So caught-up'/><author><name>pika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027611780633587329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896237916739618719.post-7582113779239404026</id><published>2011-10-22T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:59:19.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times</title><content type='html'>Hello, almost-ending-Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lazying my ass off today. Friends asked me to hang out but I'm too broke to hangout :(&lt;br /&gt;BUT I found out I have extra money that I forgot to transfer from Dad and I did that today. HEHEHE now I'm ok lah, still can afford things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Yesterday, I went to campus to tap my card and had lunch with Marvin, Limin, Yushan, Charmaine Yeong, Beausean, and Denise. Met Jessie and Joab too but they couldn't join us for lunch cos they had some economics talk. Met Colin also when he had his break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, I had a good time with them. We had fun. I basically enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, I accompanied Charms to do her project but we failed! We basically nuah-ed til 4 plus. 2 hours used to talk nonsense hahaha! It was even worse when Colin came. I love them both! They make me happy, you know, I laugh, I enjoy times spent with them so I won't say it was a waste of time. I remember a tweet saying this "Times enjoyed are not times wasted"&lt;br /&gt;TRUE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I enjoy spending time with them. Seriously. I can't imagine how I would be if I don't have them. I might be one emo annoying kid around. One friendless pathetic kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Serene Centre to have ice cream at Island Creamery. Because of the weird-tasted ice cream(s) they have, 3 of us bought the same flavor hahaha! ReverseO I think. Something chocolate-ish. We just spent the day with ice cream and nonsense talk and played the Find The Differences game. We broke the high score! 14k! Hahahah! Good teamwork, peeps! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish such good times will always come! 2011 has been great. I love the fact that I know more people that I enjoy to be with. I'm glad that I'm happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896237916739618719-7582113779239404026?l=pikapikh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/feeds/7582113779239404026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/7582113779239404026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/7582113779239404026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-times.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>pika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027611780633587329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896237916739618719.post-7660276591436008371</id><published>2011-10-19T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T00:15:17.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Beyonce - Love On Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ob7vObnFUJc?rel=0&amp;amp;autoplay=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896237916739618719-7660276591436008371?l=pikapikh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/feeds/7660276591436008371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2011/10/httpyoutu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/7660276591436008371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/7660276591436008371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2011/10/httpyoutu.html' title='Beyonce - Love On Top'/><author><name>pika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027611780633587329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ob7vObnFUJc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896237916739618719.post-2710140686619652728</id><published>2011-10-19T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:28:01.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love On Top</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Vica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made loads of blogs before and abandoned most of them now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why I'm making one again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To kill time. Nah, nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking to put random things or sometimes my thoughts here. I'll try to update it more often if I have time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, don't expect much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896237916739618719-2710140686619652728?l=pikapikh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/feeds/2710140686619652728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-on-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/2710140686619652728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896237916739618719/posts/default/2710140686619652728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikapikh.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-on-top.html' title='Love On Top'/><author><name>pika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027611780633587329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
