<?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-18896745</id><updated>2011-10-07T20:53:28.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Row, row, row a boat</title><subtitle type='html'>I do what I do best, be myself.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-6700510339378689929</id><published>2011-03-10T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:35:13.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not good afterall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I grow up, I begin to understand myself more. I've come to realise that I have this weak side of me that I hate, a lot. I hate how I am always afraid to do things that I'm not good at. I hate how I am always so conscious about my image when I do such things in front of others. I hate the fact that I hate people to see the lousy side of me. Why can't I just take them as challenges or chances to improve myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be perfect but I just want to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-6700510339378689929?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6700510339378689929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6700510339378689929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-good-afterall.html' title='I&apos;m not good afterall'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-5999521306629095254</id><published>2011-01-09T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:32:40.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This space has been dead for quite a while? Okay, very long in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are just too many things, too many thoughts that I wish to express them out but I do not want the whole world to know. Not that the whole world reads my blog, but... you get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall see when will be my next post. Don't think anyone would read this anyway. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-5999521306629095254?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5999521306629095254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5999521306629095254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-2618579106225352982</id><published>2010-08-23T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:11:47.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NU ABO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/20100504_fx_b_17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wo xi huan f(x)!!! Hahaha, I've been getting exposed to Kpop and dramas and a lot more. Feel like learning Korean but I'm afraid my motivation will die halfway. Sianzzz. Looking at Korean celebrities make me feel inferior... They look so good seriously!!! No doubt my self esteem has been dropping, haiii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-2618579106225352982?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2618579106225352982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2618579106225352982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/nu-abo.html' title='NU ABO'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-5411724224448221369</id><published>2010-08-18T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:46:01.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hiii, miss me? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I found myself and a few of my classmates located at the other end of Singapore - Jurong Point, giving out surveys on YOG. Gosh, can’t believe I’ll be doing this almost every day till YOG ends. Haha, at different places of course and that include the YOG venue itself! Yayyy, can’t wait! Well, this job requires a lot of jaw muscles because I have to keep my smile throughout the entire day. Hmm... my first experience but it was alright except for the part we were required to follow the quota of different gender/age/race. Students are the best; they are most willing to help you complete a survey! As for middle aged Chinese, they are the most unapproachable people, like seriously. I got rejected like hell! Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying holiday to the maxxx! You people out there must be damn jealous 'cause I don't need to take exam hehehe^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-5411724224448221369?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5411724224448221369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5411724224448221369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-are-my-destiny.html' title='You are my destiny'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-967354731374188979</id><published>2010-07-18T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:45:58.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Yawns</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image1329.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image1335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image1336.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"You suck too! I always have to wait a million years before you come online ONCE! T.T"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahaha, that was a text reply from Shel. True enough, every once in a while when I sign in to my MSN, there'll be lots of pop up offline messages from different people. I don't know what's wrong with me la, just find it damn distracting to go online and do work at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I enjoy going to school, but hate projects submission weeks, urgh. Time for bed, need to wake up early for project meeting! Zai jian~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-967354731374188979?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/967354731374188979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/967354731374188979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/101-yawns.html' title='101 Yawns'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-9046075529659162666</id><published>2010-07-07T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:17:58.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, I'm all gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Where's my sunshine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/mig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/rfoyf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/IMG_1396a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it would be nice to just post some photos. I purposely chose that bimbo photo for the last one. Haha, I am lame like that. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can you conclude from them? My diet plan didn't work. Hahahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOD IS MY LIFE, ZOMG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-9046075529659162666?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/9046075529659162666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/9046075529659162666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/now-im-all-gone.html' title='Now, I&apos;m all gone'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-7492734028060312482</id><published>2010-07-05T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:59:40.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tigger will never leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss us. Even though I sensed that it's never gonna be the same, but I'm not losing hope, yet. Let's do it all over again, shall we? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-7492734028060312482?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/7492734028060312482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/7492734028060312482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/tigger-will-never-leave.html' title='Tigger will never leave'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-862615477315184708</id><published>2010-07-03T01:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T02:53:37.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm a fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week, I skipped 2 lectures. I hate the fact that I can't manage my time well at all. I needed to prepare for my presentation on Thursday so I decided to skip both lectures just to do my work. Hahaha, found myself going to Tp's free access lab everyday this week. So Friday, being my favourite day... I thought it would be a good day, I mean supposedly it would? But CCP project just turned out to be a bitch to us. What's up with the big idea and all the shit confusion. Pek cek max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, when I was walking home just now, I received a call from my Mum. As usual, she was asking where I was and whether I'm reaching home soon. The background noise coming from her side was really loud so I thought we had guests. Nope, no stranger's shoes outside my house. I peeped in and saw my Pa, Mum and Bro in the living room watching the World Cup. Haha, don't know why but it was nice seeing them so happy. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahyaaa, damn lazy to type one whole chunk of words so point form k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- The number of Korean songs I have in my phone is increasing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- People around me need to stop asking me why I have no boyfriend and stop telling me that they reallyyy can't wait to see how my future boyfriend will be like. Hahaha, I believe &lt;em&gt;The Right One&lt;/em&gt; will come. At the right time. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Climbing the stairs up to the 8th storey is like my daily routine already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Same goes to snacking. HAHAAA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- My eyebags are beyond hope. I look even more hideous with my dark eye circles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Sorry that I haven't been going online, I know TSS, LYC &amp;amp; PSY miss me!!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I am a very busy girl now and will be even more busy for the next few weeks because of all my projects submissions and individual journals to complete then followed by End Sem tests then holidays for 3 freaking months!!! Whoohoo!!! This is the main reason why I love being a Marketing student. No major exam, boo you! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ferrerochelleV"&gt;Follow me on Twitter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; If you haven't. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-862615477315184708?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/862615477315184708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/862615477315184708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/because-im-fool.html' title='Because I&apos;m a fool'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-2476278105834143052</id><published>2010-06-14T01:36:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T03:16:35.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the rare days I'm out on a Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/EWF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: tibitzine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please save me? I have this strong feeling that the fries are all stucked in my damn stomach, ohmygod, is my digestive system even working?! Yucks, can't believe I just burped at this hour. Potatoes overload. I AM BLOODY FULL. Haha, I got scolded by Shelyce Lim just now because I went like "Urghhh, I'm fucking full!!!" right after our meal at Everything With Fries. Okay, shall cut down on swearing, I promise. Hehehe^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/EWF1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: ladyironchef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the outlet at Joo Chiat, it's pretty small, the store layout is kept simple in black and white theme. The staff were wearing light pink t shirt and shorts? They don't even need to wear cap or proper canvas shoes lor! Okay... moving on, main courses choices were really little (check out their menu &lt;a href="http://www.everythingwithfries.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), fries were a disappointment but my cheese burger was not bad! I shall try their Nutella Tart if I ever go back again. Vanilla Mille Crepe was... layered layered layered cream with jelly. Ha whatever, I know you don't get it. Anyway, when we left the place, the staff shouted "&lt;strong&gt;Have a happy fries night!&lt;/strong&gt;" Thought it was pretty cute and funny. Imagine MFM does the same thing, we'll be like "Have a happy fishy night!" instead of the typical boring "Thank you, bye, see you again!" Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like cutting up my stomach and dig out all the fries la damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Very Sinful Sunday: Fish &amp;amp; Co's Peri Peri Catch, Yoguru (I dislike yoghurt but I don't know why I really love this!!!), Subway Niche's Kueh Dadar, Breadtalk's Garlic Toast (1/2) and lastly, Cheese Burger and that cake from Everything With Fries. = Daily Calories Intake probably exceeded by &gt;1000 kcal already = Gain Weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you know why my diet plan never works. Tomorrow start la k? Wink wink^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-2476278105834143052?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2476278105834143052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2476278105834143052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-of-rare-days-im-out-on-sunday.html' title='One of the rare days I&apos;m out on a Sunday'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-4461465713475328445</id><published>2010-06-09T21:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:28:22.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bo peep bo peep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My stomach is still hurting like a bitch nowz. Could it be the Zinger burger I ate this afternoon? Damn oily, I swear!!! Oh, hello fats. ;) Was out this afternoon to give out surveys at Raffles with Fio, Ode and Mel and then off to Orchard for some retail therapy! If giving out surveys is already so hard for me, I really can't imagine myself being a salesgirl who has to going around promoting! Gosh, the feeling of getting rejected is so sucky. Hahaha! Thank god, the weather was good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06644.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two days back, I went on a date with Carissa Chee... Haha! We caught Prince Of Persia, damn nice, so worth my 7 bucks! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/pic111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's Marketing without projects? Uh huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Library air con was freezing cold!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday night was spent with my dearest Jojo and Peckpeck! I miss them especially Charmaine Low! We used to go A Maths tuition twice a week together, we'll sit at the first row and drink peach red tea everytime! Hahaha! That idiot Joanne Ng made me travel all the way from school to Little India and guess what? The shop that we were supposed to dine in was closed?! So we settled down at Mad Jack instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoo^^ my Grilled Fish With Cream Sauce! Taste like Tp Mensa's one lehhh! Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/minam.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/minam1.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Busy busy like a bumble bee~ Shall go watch my drama! I'm in love with the Korean boys, hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-4461465713475328445?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4461465713475328445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4461465713475328445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/bo-peep-bo-peep.html' title='Bo peep bo peep'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-2424994498420413381</id><published>2010-06-07T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T02:05:22.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self esteem = 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why Singapore has sooo many pretty and skinny girls? I think girls who have high cheek bones and dimples are damn pretty la seriously! I feel so ugly and fat!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-2424994498420413381?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2424994498420413381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2424994498420413381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/self-esteem-0.html' title='Self esteem = 0'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-7002441612548791752</id><published>2010-05-23T16:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:56:43.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinator is me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Monday 9-6&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 10-6&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 11-5&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 10-5&lt;br /&gt;Friday 11-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the start of Week 6. Time flies but I'm not managing my time well at all. Exactly 1 more week to prepare for Mid Sem Tests... sigh. I hate myself for doing last minute work, all the time. I hate myself for not being able to resist the com. I hate myself for having short attention span. But, I love myself for I believe that this 1 week can make a difference to my grades if I really worked hard for them. Jia you!!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-7002441612548791752?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/7002441612548791752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/7002441612548791752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/procrastinator-is-me.html' title='Procrastinator is me'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-3731266725626559892</id><published>2010-05-13T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:15:25.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na na na na everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image1156.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to recall when was the last time I bought magazines... Hmm, today I feel extremely motivated to do my work that's why I bought the two magazines on top, heh heh heh. Need to start on my individual journal for one of my modules. I'm constantly reminding myself to stop procrastinating. June and July, these two months are gonna be really tough for all Marketing students. Hope I'll pull through. Zai jian peng you men~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-3731266725626559892?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/3731266725626559892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/3731266725626559892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/na-na-na-na-everyday.html' title='Na na na na everyday'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-1368777291284103036</id><published>2010-05-05T22:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:01:38.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wo zai mang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HI HI, I CURRENTLY HAVE 5 GROUP PROJECTS, 1 INDIVIDUAL PROJECT AND WILL HAVE TO PREPARE A SKIT SOON. GOD BLESS ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TODAY I SKIPPED LECTURE FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS SEM AND I DON'T FEEL GUILTY AT ALL, NOT LIKE I WOULD PAY ATTENTION IF I GO. BLAH, WHATEVER. I AM NOT FEELING ANGRY, I JUST WANNA TYPE IN CAPS K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TOMORROW IS THURSDAY, I HATE THURSDAY 'CAUSE GOT CDS! FERCKKK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-1368777291284103036?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1368777291284103036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1368777291284103036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/wo-zai-mang.html' title='Wo zai mang'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-4568143195281334514</id><published>2010-05-01T01:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:08:57.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Life Is Fragile&lt;br /&gt;Treat it with care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days, I've heard stories of M's suicide and even though I don't know her personally but I do, feel for her. It's really sad to hear what she've went through. She was a beautiful talented girl who was well liked by many others... Life is so unpredictable, you'll never know what's gonna happen next so let's treasure what we have now and don't regret not cherishing them only when they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I feel the need to say this right now to the people in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;For staying by my side&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-4568143195281334514?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4568143195281334514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4568143195281334514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/cherish.html' title='Cherish'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-5953277301689385221</id><published>2010-04-22T20:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:51:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hard as I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I know I can't quit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh wellsss... As much as I miss my holiday, I feel glad to be back to school! I am now a Diploma In Marketing student, heh heh^^ It's gonna be a challenge for me. Apart from overcoming my fear of presentations, I hope to speak confidently too. I am sooo going to achieve my GPA of *! Okieee, go me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went for my first CDS lesson this afternoon with Marcelle and Kaleryn (Yes, we're in the same tutorial group, damn lucky right!) Okay, let's see... According to what the website wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Understanding Threatre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This subject provides you with the basic knowledge and skills to understand the dramatic arts and its relevance to society and culture. It covers topics such as the origins and purpose of theatre, the various forms of western and eastern theatre and the skills required of a performer. &lt;em&gt;In addition, you will be introduced to theatre experiences as you create your own performance works individually and in groups.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMFG, HOW COME I DON'T REMEMBER READING THE LAST SENTENCE WHEN I PICKED MY CDS!!! I want to kill myself already laaa! How am I supposed to get an A for this subject with my acting skills?!?!?! Wah, can faint lor. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm, so far... I've attended 3 lectures this week. Shit this, please tell me how to survive through lectures every week. Marketing subjects are really dry, everything is content content and moreee content! I want some maths subjects please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss 1B05 but I miss my girlsss more. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-5953277301689385221?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5953277301689385221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5953277301689385221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/junior.html' title='Junior'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-1903276678877665214</id><published>2010-04-19T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:08:19.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2 Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; I woke up 45 minutes earlier than the usual time that I'll wake up if school starts at 11AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Drank down a cup of water, ate 1 slice of raisin bread, off to bathe, stared at my wardrobe thinking of what to wear on my first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; The moment I stepped out of the house, I could feel the heat, it was so damn hot early morning, I was sweating like a pig already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Hmm, met my new classmates! Nice bunch of people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; Sadly, no cute guys but got many pretty and cute girls! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; I still hate self introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; I had lunch with my new class, not all were there but most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt; I fell asleep within 30 minutes of my first lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt; Feo and I shared a tin of vanilla waffle stick biscuit, got quite sick of it after a while but it kept us awake till lecture ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt; It was raining very heavily in Hougang when I alight from the bus. I. Don't. Like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-1903276678877665214?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1903276678877665214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1903276678877665214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-2-day-1.html' title='Year 2 Day 1'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-7984425777680317906</id><published>2010-04-13T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:13:35.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Bye bye black roots! I finally went to re-dye my hair today! Okay, here's a insert-photos-and-blog post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/flea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Fleashlightbattery Flea on the 27th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have gotten more tables but many other booth owners were much earlier than us. Wtf, I remember I waited for the cab for half an hour? It was a, Very. Tiring. Day. We had to stand for about 8 hours straight with the humid weather and the crowd was overwhelming. I could barely breathe properly. Whooo^^ I had fun with the girls selling off some of our clothings but the clothes rack was being a bitch that day, it kept falling off! I lost count of how many times it dropped. The amount of clothes we hanged on it can weigh up to about 10kg maybe? So damn tiring to have to hold and support it when we were busy using masking tape to stick it back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Night We Scared Ourselves With Ghost Stories After Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting all the creeps after S told me about her night walk story when she was in camp, K got scared too because the night before, she was in the lift and it suddenly stopped at the 7th level when it was supposed to be going up to the 8th. Okay... then we all got scared and didn't dare to go home alone! Haha, damn stupid la! Hehe, thanks for sending me home dumbos! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06185.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;@ Iluma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we don't get sick of our own work place's food. It's even funnier how we always complain that we feel damn grossed out but still eat it again after a few days later or a week. Haha! It's true! Yup, it was an off day for me, half shift for the two of them that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I met Karine at Bugis Street to buy Yiling's present. Haha! Bought this $5 watch there! Looks damn kiddy but I like. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My First Time Baking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have an oven at home so I can learn how to bake cake, muffins and cookies! Btw, the muffins on top turned out good! I didn't bake it alone, the most credit goes to Shel's Mum! She was our "supervisor"! Haha! Niceee leh, I ate three. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kelly Pang's 19th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Birthday surprises, who don't? Hope you had a good one uh Si Yan! So sad luh, I didn't get to see your shocked face when you stepped out of the lift (I was busy holding the muffins, "protecting" my candles and hiding at one corner, haha!) Oh well... This dumbo is the most dumb la, so easy to trick! Heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06214.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06266.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/swensens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clash Of The Titans's story plot is way too similar to Percy Jackson! I almost fell asleep while watching and the ending is so sudden, wth! We went for Ice Cream Buffet @Ion for dinner after movie and gosh, too much ice cream got me really sick! I swear I'm never going again. Yucks, went home and vomitted some out. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06221.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought home that balloon the day before her Birthday and got weird stares from people, so pai seh la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Am Gonna Miss Eating Staff Meal At This Table With Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06244.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Squatting Down In The MRT. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo removed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mahjong Session @ Marcelle's Crib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I touched mahjong tiles is like what? Primary School? When I was still learning how to play. But, I've forgotten all already! So yesterday, I was so lost during the game with M, J, and G. Omggg, biggest loser ever. Haha! Oie, you guys better teach me to become a pro player hor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-7984425777680317906?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/7984425777680317906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/7984425777680317906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-you.html' title='I got you'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-1054271814911404753</id><published>2010-04-08T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:55:53.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever that comes to my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, I've been neglecting this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Don't ask me how's life 'cause I will not be able to answer such a  simple yet so complicating question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Kinda got reminded that I'm only left with one more week of holiday before Year 2 starts. Sob sobzxzxzx. :'( Anyway, I think I had a fair amount of work and play so I should be contented. Hehe^^ pay out already and even though it's not a huge sum but it should be able to cover up my expenses for both March and April. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; I wish I am anorexic or bulimic whatever. Omg, why is putting on weight so damn easy but losing weight so freaking hard!!! I'm becoming rounder like a fat pig, I super low self esteem already la, I want to dieee. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; TP is inefficient to the maxxx! Timetable still not out! Am hoping that my morning lessons are lectures so I don't have to worry that I'll be late for tutorials and fail my attendance! Haha! Please let my Friday lessons end early. Oooh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; I am still contemplating whether to get Blackberry Bold or not. Hmm, my Bro offered to give me his iPhone because he wants to switch to BB too! That idiot wanted to steal my plan, no way! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; I miss my cousin. Even though we don't see each other so often anymore but I still love you as much as before. ;) I love to hear stories of you and ahem ahem. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; It's been 1 month since I've started working at MFM NP outlet. It was really bad at first, you have no idea how much I dread going to work. But slowly, it turned out fine and now I'm actually enjoying work! I won't deny that I will miss the staff at NP when school starts (and I stop working) but one thing's for sure, my heart is still strongly attached to J8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt; I wanna get tan. The previous two sentosa outings with Jelly, Fio and Chewy were a wasted trip for me. First time was due to the heavy rain that spoilt everything. Second time was because I fell sick on that day and couldn't play under the sun. Suay or what? Am I just fated to be fair? Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that shall be all for now. I promise I will blog soon, hehe^^ with photos of course. Byeee. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-1054271814911404753?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1054271814911404753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1054271814911404753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/whatever-that-comes-to-my-mind.html' title='Whatever that comes to my mind'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-6509934905644885225</id><published>2010-03-24T23:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:38:46.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, being me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Cause there is no guarantee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt; That this life is easy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, I'm feeling excited for tomorrow's outing with the dumbos and the upcoming flea on Saturday with my bimbo girliesss! Okay, here's a short update. The past few days have been a cycle. I'm so annoyed that every time when I alight from a train and the next train from another line that I'm about to board arrives in 1 minute. Which means, I have to run. Yeah, I know you're probably thinking in your mind, "Just wait for the next one la!" Urgh, but sorry, I don't know why am I born being so impatient, I just don't wanna waste my time waiting for the next train to come la! Tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been like weird people adding me in MSN and I'm effing disgusted and pissed off. One more time I see any conversation popping up that says "Hi, ready to settle down?" or "Looking for attractive hot ladies!" I swear I will just scold the person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"knnbccb"&lt;/span&gt; for the very first time in my entire life. Haha, k la, I joking. I deleted and blocked them all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah when my world is falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When there's no light to break up the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's when I, I... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-6509934905644885225?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6509934905644885225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6509934905644885225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-being-me.html' title='Me, being me'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-6217701714881595101</id><published>2010-03-13T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T02:17:20.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I not emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image887copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image890copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image918copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image921copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;F A I T H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything you do&lt;/span&gt; and most importantly, have faith in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;. This is what I constantly tell myself whenever I feel tired and about to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are so greedy. God give us the fives senses but we ask for more. We want eyes and ears that can see and hear things that are 10km away (or even further). We were born with legs to walk and run but humans wish they could teleport. Why? Because, we are never satisfied with what we have. To me, it can be a good or a bad thing. If you're never satisfied, you push yourself harder and put in more efforts than others into achieving more. If you are easily contented, you are most probably someone who appreciate more than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for these ridiculous examples, my brain's getting dead soon. I'm sure you got my point, right? Okay, this is something random: Do you think I'm someone who follows my mind or my heart more? C'mon, tag me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-6217701714881595101?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6217701714881595101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6217701714881595101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-not-emo.html' title='I not emo'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-389881392258065660</id><published>2010-03-10T16:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:25:36.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/valentines-1-new.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/New-PercyJackson-Movie-Posters-upco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Caught &lt;em&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief&lt;/em&gt; with the three dumbos! I had cravings for popcorn but ended up buying some $2.50 caramel corn biscuit that tasted quite crappy, Shelyce and I ate until we felt like puking. Sick manz. Oh, I think I almost died of heart attack during the second movie. There were like many scenes that had sudden blast of loud sound effect and there I was... happily eating then the next moment when I looked up, this effing ugly monster appeared right in front of me and I swear my heart jumped la!!! Haha, but I really like the movie + actor damn cute leh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/chomp.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/chomp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/chomp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/chomp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Chomp Chomp with my dearest TBB8! We had our dinner there and I ate Hokkien Mee! There seem to be endless things that we can talk about but I realised we're always talking about Sjc days, right right right girlsss? The moment Gladdys got seated, there she goes... scolding the bus for being a bitch that caused her to be even later than she already was. Haha! Gladdys, even though sometimes you are annoying but you can make me laugh the most, really! Always helping me to digest my food after a heavy meal, hehe^^ thanks uh! ;) I like your nails/black magic joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Shopping with Jelly and Feooo! I got my loots at $14 each and a bag for my cousin! Wheee, life's good! Well, excluding the fact that I'm so broke now. Haha! Hope to see Kal and Xuelele soon! Can't wait for the flea! Yayyy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Marcelle that banana showed me a bimbo photo and she said she felt that she had to save it to show ME. Hi bitch, as quoted from you, it takes one bimbo to know another. Heh^^ Then, we were talking about prawns... So the msn conversation went like "What kind of prawns?" and that bimbo replied "In the sea one." I swear I literally LOL in front of my laptop, stupid shitzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; I finally tried bubble tea from Koi. Nice but too sweet! I requested the sugar level to be 70%? Okay, next time, I'll call for 50%. Kelly Pang, my next cup of Koi's bubble tea is your treat. Haha! Hope I'll win the bet! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC06014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; Went for Shel's chalet. The resort was located at Changi and I think it's like the nicest resort I've seen la! So huge, comfy and clean! It's quite unbelievable that the three of us (Me, Karine, Shelyce) started the bbq pit fire! Haha! Had to keep fanning and fanning, tiring eh! Then met some of her secondary school classmates, they're really nice to mix with. All crazy bunch of people! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stupid Pang Si Yan felt hungry even after she'd eaten 7 chicken wings so we decided to call for MacDelivery at 2.30AM! I switched the tv channel to Cartoon Network and we were watching Powerpuff Girls!!! HAHA! Continued talking and laughing at the living room with Karine and Si Yan while the rest were all sleeping upstairs. Karine Tay, your hole puncher joke is da besttt! Lol! Left at 6AM in the morning, couldn't stay any longer! (Thanks Papa Lim for fetching us to the MRT station!) Imagine... I stinked so badly (all the bbq smoke smell, yucks), didn't bring clothes to bathe, didn't sleep at all. Went home and stomachache until wanna die. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wheee, I'm enjoying my longgg holiday, how about you? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-389881392258065660?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/389881392258065660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/389881392258065660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-week-of-holiday.html' title='First week of holiday'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-6703516597165398937</id><published>2010-02-28T17:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:23:00.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;feeling like P Diddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05872.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05880.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry but I just can't stop whining about the damn weather!!! Biatchy hot!!! Stop global warming!!! Sucky, I don't know why I feel more tired during the holiday now compared to school days. I've been sleeping at least 10 hours for the past few days?! Hahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, broke! Need to control my expenses! I got no allowance during the holiday la shit! Anyway, since I'm so free now, shall upload some photos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/rocky.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hairrr already! Yesterday, I went to chop off about 1 inch+++ of my precious tou faaa! I had no choice, needed to cut off those damaged hair of mine. Stupid hair grow at snail pace! Pui! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/ob1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like I'm stoning. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/ob2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OB role play: Me acting as the Father reading newspaper and having dinner with my "wife", Kaleryn and "son" Andy. Haha! I was feeling damn uncomfortable manz, the fact that I was wearing my contact lenses and looking through my black spectacle that has degrees?! It's like what? Double degree? GIDDY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/ob3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos taken using teacher's DSLR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05857.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05860.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photos from my phone: HAHA, FIO THINKS SHE COOL ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/tbb4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken on the study session during the study week with my IJ bitches! Haha, not very productive for me but we had a fun time catching up with each other. JJ still eats the slowest like c'mon, what's new manz! We were talking about IJ days... the whole clique got punished and were asked to sit on the floor in English lesson. Haha, because the previous lesson, we actually rushed off to the canteen when we weren't dismissed yet, what the shit! I remember myself running down to the canteen to queue for Malay food, damn nice and cheap la! Haha, Marcelle and Evangeline, thanks for joining me uh! Hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/tbb8.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this photo is quite crappy but whatever, everyone looks a lot better now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, miss Maths lessons the most. Vg on my left, Joanne on my right. I will steal food from Vg, constantly tell her I'm hungry, I wanna eat her. She would tell me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eat eat eat, face like fishball still eat!"&lt;/span&gt; and then I will slap Joanne's lap whenever I feel like it! HAHA! Also not forgetting the the bunch on my most right making all the noise! Gladdys, as usual, eating her tuna bread prepared by her Mum. Bernadette, the most quiet one. Thank god. Evangeline with her Bobby and DJ (her bears), Marcelle quarreling with Joanne every single day. JJ sleeping or texting. Oh dearrr, reminisce the good days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm gonna be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Less Lonely Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-6703516597165398937?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6703516597165398937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6703516597165398937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-remember.html' title='Do you remember'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-2026492969164427297</id><published>2010-02-27T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:39:23.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone so young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I am gonna post a new entry so I won't see that ugly post (below) everytime I enter my blog. Shitty gross but damn funny!!! EXAMS ARE OVER!!! I don't have to sleep for 4 hours anymore! So damn tiring please~ I had to ask my Mum or Bro to wake me up at 6 or 6:30AM so I could study... Stand by 3 alarm clocks all. BYE BYE BYE EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is gonna be fun! I'll be meeting lotsss of people, hehehe^^ I think I better enjoy my holiday this time round and then, prepare to die next Sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's been a bitch, seriously. I can literally melt under the Sun, make me feel so sweaty and pekcek, yucksss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start my,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contract Scheme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I think only Jelly will get it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-2026492969164427297?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2026492969164427297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2026492969164427297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/gone-so-young.html' title='Gone so young'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-2614813536335272022</id><published>2010-02-27T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:24:22.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg, I was feeling damn bored so I looked through old photos and guess what I found!!! Freaking gross!!! HAHAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SEC ONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/SC1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/SC2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA, EFFING UGLY, I WANT TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SEC TWO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05184.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE MY AH LIAN HAIR, SO LAYERED OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PUKE LA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-2614813536335272022?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2614813536335272022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2614813536335272022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/ugly-nerd.html' title='Ugly nerd'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-2744055506048490051</id><published>2010-02-23T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:02:35.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Persevere till the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm impressed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't use the com for the past 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever manzzz! 2 more papers left, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO ME GO YOU GO US, WHOO^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-2744055506048490051?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2744055506048490051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2744055506048490051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/persevere-till-end.html' title='Persevere till the end'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-416444546013946219</id><published>2010-02-13T17:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T02:48:03.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild and crazy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05899.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05897.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Rochelle, U can!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a gift from our Marketing tutor, Mr Goh. He said he went to 12 different Cold Storage outlets just to get this mini Coca-Cola can drinks (limited) for his students. Really nice of him! Why Coca-Cola? Because he feels that Coca-Cola is one of the successful brands in the world market. U can? Because it's a can. HAHA, quite lame actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 1 has officially come to an end. I'm left with 5 more papers to take and then, say bye bye to BSG. Since yesterday was the last day of school, I actually made the effort to wake up early for 9AM OB lecture. Stupid lecturer didn’t give us hints, what a waste of my time... I could have slept longer la! Had the last tutorial lesson with the class and we took class photo after that. Sigh, really gonna miss 1B05!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back all my projects and coursework grades this week... GUESS WHAT!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE GOT A FOR ALL 4 PROJECTS!!! SO HAPPY I TELL YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt; My marketing grade jumped from a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;! Tell me about it manzzz! We totally weren’t expecting OB to be an A, need to thank Mr Kelvin, he actually rushed back from his camp (re-service) that day before project submission, just to give us feedback.  It turned out to be quite bad, there were a lot of parts that need to be edited and also, the time constraint. Sleeping at 4-5AM was a complete torture but its okay, our effort paid off! Despite all these, WE STILL DID IT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe^^ heading to my ahma’s house soon. Bye all! Happy Chinese New Year and Happy Valentine’s Day! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-416444546013946219?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/416444546013946219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/416444546013946219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/wild-and-crazy-week.html' title='Wild and crazy week'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-2735042808341756548</id><published>2010-02-02T00:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:35:04.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts read unspoken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/The_last_sunflower_by_Crossie.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"People look best at what they're good at."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what am I good at? Nothing. I have no talent in neither music, arts or even sports. I don't mean to sound so pathetic but I fulfill none, really. My passion for something always dies so quickly before I can even master it. Take piano for an example, I remember when I was in Primary School, I had to keep my grades high at a certain standard just to continue learning it. My parents wasted so much money on me, piano lessons are really not cheap, not forgetting the books that I needed to buy. Cost a BOMB. After O's, I chose not to continue because I know myself best. I've lost the passion to play. Loser, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar? Don't even mention. Its now naked with no strings. My great Bro brought my baby to camp and I heard it was smashed on the floor for 128384238382 times. My heart ached and my blood boiled up to 1000 degrees when I heard this. It is now leaning against my wardrobe silently. Well, my Mum is so eager to throw it away, I know sooner or later, I have to. But, there's something I really hate... is... getting a new one to replace the old. It sucks, the feeling will never be the same. This guitar has gone through thick and thin with me. I struggled with it on the crowded bus, I carried it on my shoulder together with my heavy bag and thick books when I had to climb four storeys up, I screamed when I accidentally knocked against it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit this but I want a CCA even though I don't like commitments. I wanna join floorball. I don't know why I gave up so easily last Semester. The moment I knew training would be on Tuesdays and Saturdays, I kept thinking and thinking... then I decided I didn't want to join anymore. What the hell was wrong with me?! Just because I like my Saturdays to be free then I gave up. Extreme loserrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm worried. Marketing marketing marketing... Will I be able to pull through? Why is everyone telling me it's very stressful, what 9 projects all, I tell you I'd just be so stress till I die. Someone, please tell me I've made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not posted out of my randomness, not something just to fill up this space. It has been on my mind all the while. What is my goal? Where am I heading to? Will I be successful? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-2735042808341756548?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2735042808341756548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2735042808341756548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/thoughts-read-unspoken.html' title='Thoughts read unspoken'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-8866397568270143193</id><published>2010-02-01T23:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:20:52.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump then fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;When the load feels heavy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;it's a sign that you are climbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently, I'm not feeling that. In fact, after all projects submission and presentations... I'M IN A HOLIDAY MOOD. Die la, someone please push me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-8866397568270143193?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/8866397568270143193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/8866397568270143193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/jump-then-fall.html' title='Jump then fall'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-2124275960919019939</id><published>2010-01-30T17:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:18:24.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe, without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image768.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image776.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image782.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image788.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image799.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image801.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image802.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image805.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image808.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image822.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, pardon my zi lian worZxzX. I was feeling damn good yesterday, whooo! Projects and presentations have come to an end!!! All over!!! No more sleeping at 3, 4 or even 5 in the morning. It's insane, I'm gonna look like some old hag soon. Really need to thank my groupmates, they are all efficient people! The past few weeks were damn torturing for everyone. We chiong and chiong and chiong. Gahhh. Nevertheless, we've pulled through all these shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of going to bed without worrying about work that's still incomplete is sooo great! Hehe, I woke up at 2:30PM today. Shiokkk or what! ;) I don't feel like touching my books. Neh neh. :P Bye bye bye, go watch tv now, whoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-2124275960919019939?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2124275960919019939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2124275960919019939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/breathe-without-you.html' title='Breathe, without you'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-3645089273372907298</id><published>2010-01-25T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:36:30.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I am happy because I...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ate my favourite chicken chop at Bizpark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Submitted Marketing and Macroeconomics Projects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Finally got time to cut my damn fringe, it has been irritating the shit outta me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Went jogging (!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Stamina improved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Bathed and scrubbed myself thoroughly, never felt so clean before. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Am using my desktop now 'cause my laptop is still under disk defragmenter even after 2+ hours have passed, so shiok facing this screen, like huge only^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good good day = Happy Rocky. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-3645089273372907298?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/3645089273372907298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/3645089273372907298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-5299536089214538142</id><published>2010-01-18T22:16:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:49:17.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hello to whoever who reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up my Accounting test today. I'm telling myself, "It's okay, I've studied and done my best." I shall not waste my time brooding over it anymore. I need to keep in mind that: No matter how sad I am, my grade will not magically turn into an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05756.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoOoOo, my room has been repainted yellow and maroon pink today! Omg, I'm lovin' it! Okay, whatever, you may think that the colour combination is disgusting but I swear my room looks so bright and fresh now! I love coloursss. :) Sigh, if only my "sky" ceiling was still around (Refer to the photo you see on top). My parents insist to change it back to white colour! Ahhh, annoying la! I remember back in Primary School days, I would look up to the ceiling when I was still half awake, lying on the bed... thinking why do the "clouds" (white sprays on blue wall) shape like the numbers "2" and "8", did the painter paint it intentionally? Haha, so naive and silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ermmm, my room looks like it belongs to a 10 years old owner. With,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Mickey Mouse jigsaw puzzle hanging on the wall just right on top of my bed. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Precious Moments jigsaw puzzle in front of me right now. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Stupid &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; Hello Kitty clock that I can't seem to get rid of, it's still in a good working condition after so many years. Hope it will spoil faster so I can get a new clock! Haha! &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Ratatouille bedsheet, so cute! &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; Some Looney Tunes stickers pasted on my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe^^ it may look kiddy but &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I like it this way&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mother is now very frustrated. The painters left the house at 8PM. She, being the clean freak, was so busy cleaning and mopping, she forgot to watch the last episode of her Channel 8, 9PM show. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very busy with schoolwork. Feel like dying but I will hang on! Okay, going to chiong Marketing project now! Goodnight all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-5299536089214538142?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5299536089214538142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5299536089214538142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/revamp.html' title='Revamp'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-8111083243071110842</id><published>2010-01-10T01:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:00:49.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, here are some photos from my phone that I didn't have the time to upload...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05523.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Pic #1 - This was taken the day before Marketing paper, I swear I was freaking stressed out doing last minute studying. I haven't got back the paper but I roughly know where I stand, bet the grade will be lowest among all the other papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05634.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Pic #2 - My classmates are gayshittt. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K, now, we shall rewind all the way back to last year, 31st of December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05636.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05645.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to town to meet Sim Jialing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05663.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05669.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahma turned Seventeen! Ai ni duo duo^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSCF1953-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSCF1966-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first time dining at Waraku. The food not bad, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSCF1988.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSCF1989.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSCF1993-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSCF1983copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped the entire afternoon and I remember I was damn tired after that, just kept yawning and yawning when the girls were buying bikinis. How bimbooo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05679.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05679.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met up with Mama-San and Jo-The-Bird that day too! Yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye. Back to project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-8111083243071110842?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/8111083243071110842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/8111083243071110842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-7689774706027397163</id><published>2010-01-05T18:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:41:28.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been thinking quite a lot lately... Did I make the right choice choosing Diploma In Marketing as my core for the next two years in Tp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I'm actually feeling scared. Sucks to be me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-7689774706027397163?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/7689774706027397163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/7689774706027397163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/assurance.html' title='Assurance'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-5382148561343688221</id><published>2010-01-02T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:11:24.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;A Brand New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2009, a year that I've met so many wonderful people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was a year filled with lots of happy memories that I will never forget. Ever since I stepped into F&amp;amp;B, I've learnt so much. The whole experience was... simply amazing because I got to know how a restaurant is being managed and also, customer service. I didn't have any working experience before so it was like a whole new challenge to me. Until now, I still can't find a word to describe how I felt when I got my first pay, the sense of satisfaction I got was... er, pretty high! Haha, oh well... hard earned money indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was a year that I've spent so much on shopping, with my own savings of course. I've always believed that anyone who is physically fit to work and earn money should not reach out his or her hands to the parents for money to support their shopping expenses. I really dislike spending my parents' money on things that's a personal want but not a need. I'd feel guilty. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was a year that I've gained so much weight. 8kg, to be exact. Okay, I think you're probably stunned in front of your computer/laptop screen right now but I can swear to god, I am not lying. Shall upload some photos from the past and compare with now. Haha! This is the gazillion time I'm repeating myself but I seriously need to lose weight! ROCHELLE ANG, WALK YOUR TALK FOR GOODNESS SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year's resolutions? Hehe, 1) Not to lose anyone or anything that is very dear to me. 2) Quit procrastinating so much and improve my grades! 3) Lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okieee, 2010 will be a good year, go me!!!! Gooo me!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-5382148561343688221?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5382148561343688221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5382148561343688221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/brand-new-year-2009-was-year-filled.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-6455419380454272231</id><published>2009-12-29T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:33:07.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeekz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry Mum, I seriously hate doing housework, please don't ever assign me to do the laundry or mop the floor at home when you're overseas. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has only been 3 days my Mum left for Taiwan and I didn't know my house is filled with dust until I "swept" it just now. I always don't see a point why my Mum has to use some cloth wrap thingy (that can make the dust and hair stuck to it) to "sweep" the floor everyday. Now I know... I'm the one who's dropping the most hair. Zahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby apologise to my future Mother-In-Law,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I will never stay at home and be a housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-6455419380454272231?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6455419380454272231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6455419380454272231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/eeeeeek.html' title='Eeeekz'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-4995695550597331687</id><published>2009-12-27T14:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:05:26.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as I hate to admit this, there's this little bit of me still silently hoping that my IC will come back to me. Losing my wallet has got to be the worst thing that could happen to me seriously. I will take this as a punishment and never let it happen again. Now, I shall start thinking how to manage my time well... school starts tomorrow! Think projectsss and deadlines! Kk, I'm off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-4995695550597331687?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4995695550597331687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4995695550597331687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/please.html' title='Please?'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-7229278180727690923</id><published>2009-12-21T23:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T02:05:43.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/14533_237466787039_635962039_474195.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/14533_237466787039_635962039_474195.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No smiley face for today. My phone is really beyond hope, I am not going to pay $120 to repair it, I might as well get a new phone right! Ahhh! The "Back" button is no longer working, if you're a Sony Ericsson phone user, you should know that if that button is not functioning, you won't be able to lock and unlock your phone. How sad... I still feel very attached to my red phone. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work schedule is really little this week, shan't complain and take this chance to enjoy myself before school starts next week and everyone will be off to run for the Project Marathon! Haha! When the next holiday comes, you will probably see me balding by then! Too stressed out till I pulled out all my hair! Oh yah... speaking of hair... My hair has been dropping so much, IT'S FREAKING ME OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/13644_1282165607693_1036650949_3084.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/13644_1282165567692_1036650949_3084.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you were aware that you would be really drenched... but you didn't think twice and just ran under the heavy rain to save my poor phone! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanksss Feefee&lt;/span&gt;, bravo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TFGF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC00022.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy yummy Birthday Cake decorated by Shel &amp;amp; Siyan! Niceee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC00032.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vegetable Lim&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Can I have your number? (Say no) &lt;- Inside joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC00033.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muahchee Pang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (HAHAHAHAHA, SOUNDS DAMN STUPID!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC00035.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Book Mountain Tay&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Orange juice very sour uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun and tiring day! Thank you to my three dumbos, I really like my new wallet! Neh neh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-7229278180727690923?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/7229278180727690923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/7229278180727690923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunflower.html' title='Sunflower'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-5685519380158903300</id><published>2009-12-16T01:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:42:58.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image653.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image661.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image663.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image668.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;17th,&lt;br /&gt;One of my best Birthdays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who have wished me, even a text can make me smile like an idiot, hehe^^ I am happy girl today, excluding the fact that my phone got "drowned" due to my carelessness. I felt so lost without a phone, omggg. Big thank you to Kaleryn, Jialing, Fiona and Cheryl for those surprises for me! Guess what they bought for my birthday present? A freaking bikini for nuts?! Idiotsss, purposely one! Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Dhoby Ghaut and meet TBB8(-1) + Carissachee, settled our dinner at Cafe Cartel and I seriously think they should hire more local staff than cheena staff, we had difficulties trying to understand their English?! The service kinda suck. The girls surprised me with a cheesecake (also) out of nowhere, gee, thanks, love you all deep deep! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my birthday is over but... Christmas and New Year is approaching! The reasons why I love December, neh neh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-5685519380158903300?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5685519380158903300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5685519380158903300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/seventeen.html' title='Seventeen'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-1176170643089362239</id><published>2009-12-14T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:41:46.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My legs feel like they are going to break into half soon.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had five tests for all weekdays and work during weekend. I'm not getting enough sleep... Sucky. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, papers were okay except for Marketing, I hope I don't fail, pleaseee. Went to flea after my paper and saw my cousin, Xy, MISS HER LIKE F, SERIOUSLY. Trained to Simei and had steamboat at Fio's crib, her Mummy was so nice to help us prepare some of the food, big big thanks to her! It was great spending two hours eating and chatting about stuff we never talked about. Followed by some bimbotic moments in Fio's room, Kal and Ryl was trying out some clothes and doing "sisters" pose, omggg, super funny, I laughed till I landed on my knees while taking photos of that two retards! Thanks girliesss, I really had fun. Time flies when you're having fun, I cannot agree more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was... tiring. Sales is picking up, so it's busier now. Today, a customer said I look like I'm Korean, he wanted me to say "kam-sa-hap-ni-da", hahahahaha, what the. Well, that's not the first time people are asking me whether I'm a Korean / Japanese, think I'm too fair. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed's calling, goodnight all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-1176170643089362239?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1176170643089362239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1176170643089362239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/precious-moments.html' title='Precious moments'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-3105293124254974197</id><published>2009-12-08T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:57:07.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As quoted by Benjamin,&lt;br /&gt;"Today, we're taking paper inside the freezer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, I was shivering in the room and busy rubbing my hands during the last 5 minutes while checking the paper. Now, I waiting for my motivation to come but it seems like it's never coming so I think I should just forget about that and go take a nap. I seriously hate hate hate Ob to the max, yuckkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo, 3 more papers to go! I'm halfway there, can't wait for this coming Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-3105293124254974197?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/3105293124254974197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/3105293124254974197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/mad-tired.html' title='Mad tired'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-138746295530147037</id><published>2009-12-04T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T02:06:32.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05494.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05494.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Friday nights but today just don't feel like a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in school after lessons ended, studying. Well, I hate to admit this but it really wasn't that productive. I think I was too full to study and it was freaking noisy, school was having some music concert or something, all the bands rocking their asses out there, I listened till I almost got a headache. Damn those shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week seemed to have passed really fast. Bumped into Carissa Chee twice, she screamed my name with her oh so high pitched voice, hugged me till I couldn't breathe. What's new right? Hahahahaha. Omg, please save me &gt;:o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, the other day at AS school canteen, I was having lunch with the girls and we saw the guy with the mohawk hairstyle again. I thought he looked really familiar but I wasn't so sure whether he's the guy from my CDS class. So the next lesson happened to be CDS... It turned out that the mohawk guy is in my CDS class. He just cut his hair recently. Wait, I am not the one interested in him okay, Fiona is! She wanted me to find out his name but stupid shit eh, it's 7th week already and I still don't know what's his name! Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was webcaming with M&amp;amp;J just now, they are still as silly as ever. They showed me their hamster and told me it stinks. Retarded right! Chatting with my Twin online now, we're seriously talking bullshit. She showed me her paper car that she's been working on and I swear it looks damn nice and I am not exaggerating. She's talented okay. And got many suitors, hehe^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some overdued photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05248a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study session at Shel's crib last Friday, and these are the snacks we bought, the biggest two are mine! Haha! I got sugar rush after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us, so "productive"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05249a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One texting, the other one playing Icy Tower on Fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05250.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05252.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one more zai, play PSP. Oh, the right one is not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC05371a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popeyes with Fio and Cheryl. The chicken burger sucks, they use breastmeat, omg, hate breastmeat la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to hit the books, bye bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-138746295530147037?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/138746295530147037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/138746295530147037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/tgif-not.html' title='TGIF not'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-3110510568319886024</id><published>2009-12-01T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:22:48.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Friends come and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You will stay, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while trying to do our Marketing tutorial... Kaleryn Ong suddenly said she doesn't want all of us to drift next year because we will most probably end up in different classes. Sigh, I hope I will be in the same class with that stup and feefee since we three chose Marketing. To K, J, F &amp;amp; C: Just want you girls to know my past 7 months in Tp was really awesome thanks to you girls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought but you know, it really sucks when you happen to bump into a friend that you used to be really close with and now, you guys are just hi-bye friends, that's all. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm missing the TBB8, hope everyone is doing well and let's meet up soon! Xoxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though things haven't been going well at home, I'm glad I still have all of you. Thank you to my three dumbos for being there for me and special thanks to Joanne Ng the bird, she sent me the longest text ever! I feel blessed, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-3110510568319886024?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/3110510568319886024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/3110510568319886024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-leave.html' title='Don&apos;t leave'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-5634133865844122815</id><published>2009-11-29T20:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:33:54.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a breather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in a really fed up mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I feel lousy and someone just had to piss me off even more. I feel bad whenever I start venting my anger at home. It's the place where I get agitated the most, probably because my mother just loves to nag at me. Sometimes, I choose to ignore and just let her be. But when I'm already in a fucked up mood, and there she goes complaining about how I shouldn't be doing this and that, I swear that's when I start shouting and ended up having a major conflict with her. Maybe this is the reason why I behave differently when I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling quite stressed now, can't seem to stop procrastinating. I seriously need to settle down and get things done. Mid Semester Test is just a week away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos soon, watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-5634133865844122815?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5634133865844122815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5634133865844122815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-breather.html' title='I need a breather'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-1150443243473408214</id><published>2009-11-23T18:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:35:15.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image572.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joke Of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was out with the three dumbos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Yan "Eh, so how? Saturday go your house and study ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me "Hmm, let me go home and figure out whether there's any space in my room first..."&lt;br /&gt;Karine "Ai ya, zhuan yi ge dong bu si hao liao!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, wtfff. All burst out laughing and embarrassed ourselves in the restaurant. It wouldn't be that funny if those words came from somebody else but when that mushroom said it out of her mouth, it's just funny okay! Yah, funny ah Tay Su Shan, I zhuan your head even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joke Of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in school during Bus Stats tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaleryn and I were happily talking about how good Nutella taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy "You know, people say if you eat too much Nutella, will grow stones in your body."&lt;br /&gt;Me "Yah yah, bullshit la."&lt;br /&gt;Kaleryn "Yah la, you know people say if you talk too much, your jaw will drop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA, TYPICAL OF KALERYN ONG PEI QI. OWNZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-1150443243473408214?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1150443243473408214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1150443243473408214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/lame-friends.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-6356752114834059986</id><published>2009-11-22T01:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T02:18:23.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Sat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay... Just assume that it's still a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't know how the hell I managed to sleep until 3PM today, OWNAGE.&lt;br /&gt;2. Momma packed mixed rice for me and I threw away half of the rice, the portion of rice machiam like give pig eat one luh pleasez.&lt;br /&gt;3. Never knew cold apple taste so good.&lt;br /&gt;4. Deaf Bro was watching his Chinese drama in his room and I could still hear the sound when my door was shut.&lt;br /&gt;5. He was looking for a belt in my wardrobe and got a shock because he found out that I got 10 belts. -.-&lt;br /&gt;6. I wanted to go out but was feeling too lazy. Wtf, slept for 11 hours and still felt sleepy, seriously hopeless pig.&lt;br /&gt;7. Didn't touch my books at all. Nice one.&lt;br /&gt;8. Camped in front of the tv whole night. Marvellous~&lt;br /&gt;9. Strawberry Pocky is my current favourite snack^^&lt;br /&gt;10. I am going to do some tutorial now before I sleep later, k bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-6356752114834059986?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6356752114834059986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6356752114834059986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/typical-sat.html' title='Typical Sat'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-9035527632091753730</id><published>2009-11-18T17:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:56:08.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Walking_On_Sunshine_by_with_accu-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know...&lt;br /&gt;I hate rainy days when I'm out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I was on my way home from school, it started pouring heavily at Hougang. Thank god, I have a sheltered route to my block except that I have to cross this traffic light and walk a short distance. Feeling a little bit drenched, I was using my right hand to shelter myself from the rain while waiting for the green man to shine so I could cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I felt something black above me. I turned to my left and saw this lady in her 50s who was about one head shorter than me, smiling and holding her umbrella near me so we could cross the road together without getting all wet. That moment... I didn't know what to say, just felt really touched and thankful for her help. I think I thanked her more than 3 times before we part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"One can always be kind to people one cares nothing about."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-9035527632091753730?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/9035527632091753730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/9035527632091753730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/warmth.html' title='Warmth'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-3645339425581592332</id><published>2009-11-16T23:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:55:20.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin me around</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04610.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04610copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Because,&lt;br /&gt;We humans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can never have the best of both worlds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are a lot of things in the past I wish I still have them now. People always say "time heals everything" but don't you think time changes a lot of things too?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No, I won't be naive to wish time would rewind, but I'll just hope that everything stay the same for as long. I dislike changes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-3645339425581592332?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/3645339425581592332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/3645339425581592332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/spin-me-around.html' title='Spin me around'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-1181349793207983589</id><published>2009-11-15T02:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T02:55:09.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like eating pau now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The time now is 2:30AM, it's a Sunday. Oh well... sad to say, I've wasted my Saturday lazing around at home. Slept till 2+ in the afternoon as usual. I did nothing productive except for reading a few pages of Macroecons and got too distracted because I was feeling hungry. Then watched tv in the night and ate tibits non-stop. I is hopeless shitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I love Fridays. Skipped OB lecture in the morning and met up with Kaleryn, Jialing and Fiona in the afternoon yesterday and we went to shop shop! Caught 2012 during evening with Karine, Siyan and Shelyce. Omggg, it's definitely a movie that is worth spending my 10 bucks on! Everyone!!! Go watch!!! I din't even realise the movie is actually 2.5 hours long! Halfway through the movie, I went to rub my eyes and my right hand contact lens went missing! I was effing scared like shit, I tried to calm myself down. After 5 minutes, I looked down and tried looking for it, thankfully when I looked up, my vision came back. Phewz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a busy week filled with project meetings. Ahhh! Wednesday was the only day I had my dinner at home. I love home cooked food! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall edit this post with photos soon. Haven't been camwhoring thanks to my shitty fat face. Self esteem is low low low. Hahahahaha, lame shit. Bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-1181349793207983589?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1181349793207983589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1181349793207983589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-like-eating-pau-now.html' title='I feel like eating pau now'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-1099580878501820450</id><published>2009-11-09T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:48:10.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS SELF MOTIVATION, IGNORE ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must not give up on myself, I &lt;em&gt;have to&lt;/em&gt; produce quality work. I must not give up on myself, I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; produce quality work. I must not give up on myself, I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; produce quality work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-1099580878501820450?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1099580878501820450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1099580878501820450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-self-motivation-ignore-me.html' title='THIS IS SELF MOTIVATION, IGNORE ME'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-3111333820636376675</id><published>2009-11-04T21:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:22:23.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dislike school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image541.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 3rd consecutive day I wore t-shirt and shorts to school, can't help it, I totally don't have the mood to dress up. I see myself frowning almost everyday when I'm in school, I don't like this, I don't want to be like this. I'm getting more impatient these days... what the f is wrong with me?! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta stay positive, hang on and keep going. I'm looking forward to Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blow the candles out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looks like a solo tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I think I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-3111333820636376675?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/3111333820636376675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/3111333820636376675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-girl-not.html' title='I dislike school'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-2102901429268711341</id><published>2009-11-02T20:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:02:08.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star light, Star bright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04989.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04991.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend seemed to have passed really quickly and today is brand new Monday, Oh The Bluez. Today's lessons were really dry, was dying to go home but in the end, I waited for Best to end school and we took the same bus together^^ We were chatting throughout the whole bus journey, gosh... I missed her so much, and the clique! Yayyy, will be meeting them very soon, I CAN'T WAIT! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04936.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04937.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was spent with my three flowers, settled our dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Co. We caught My Sister's Keeper and the entire cinema theatre was full! Hmm... I shall rate the movie 8/10. There was a hospital scene that got my tears flowing down uncontrollably. Haha! I saw Tay Su Shan who was sitting beside me, tearing too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Desserts after movie at Swensen's.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04938.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04944.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ KARINE TAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04947.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04951.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omggg, face so fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear when I'm out with them, it's like going for an Eating Marathon, seriously. We eat, eat and never stop eating. Haha! But, I like, heh^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept till 2+ in the afternoon on Saturday, felt sooo good! Then, rushed down to Vivo to meet Jialing, Kaleryn came at night and joined us for dinner at Japanese Gourmet Town. Food wasn't very nice and quite expensive! Lousy meal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04959.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04957.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both busy eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04963.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04966.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me decided to take a bus home from Harbourfront and the bus ride took more than 1.5 hours to reach Hougang. I felt like I was touring around the entire Singapore, got so annoyed with myself. Was munching on my honey caramel corn biscuit bought from Daiso and I finished the whole packet! What the, then I had no water with me so I was having a slight headache, the rock music blasting into my ears kinda made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially broke. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-2102901429268711341?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2102901429268711341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/2102901429268711341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/star-light-star-bright.html' title='Star light, Star bright'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-4937694509595154683</id><published>2009-10-24T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:26:49.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/Image204.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ahhh, I can't tweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just had Nissin cup noodle an hour ago, niceee^^ Came back from Mfm chalet this early afternoon and damn, I was completely shagged! Slept for only 1 hour plus when I was there. I took a long nap just now and was woken up by a phone call looking for my Brother, annoying much. Then I realised I actually had 1 missed call and 3 unread texts. This kinda shows how exhausted I was, I only woke up when the 2nd phone call came.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enjoyed myself yesterday with good companion, it was like a gathering for all Mfm outlets, saw so many familiar faces, had nice Bbq food and desserts, brilliant. Well, there's something about Mfm that I love, it's that special bond that everyone shares among their own outlet and as a whole. Mfm peeps, don't you all agree? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My arms and both my hands' muscles are aching like nobody's business now, I still can't believe the three of us (Me, Siyan &amp;amp; Shelyce) made our way back to Aranda Country Club with a whole lot of shit things we carried from White Sands, we couldn't take a bus back cause me and Shel didn't bring our wallets and also partly because we very the Gei Kiang, thought we could manage as the weight that we had to carry seems quite okay at first but the walking distance killed us. Haha! My hands were literally trembling very badly after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh yah, first week of school was damn slack, need to check whether is there any tutorial homework that I need to complete later... All back to square one, school, school and school. Very sian. I don't like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-4937694509595154683?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4937694509595154683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4937694509595154683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/power-of-sleep_24.html' title='The power of sleep'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-8430203531221061297</id><published>2009-10-22T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:29:30.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried on a facial mask just now... And damn, where got shiok sia?! It felt so uncomfortable with a wet sheet over your face and I couldn't even enjoy eating my apple! Now, my face doesn't feel cooling, it feels funny. Eeek! I don't like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-8430203531221061297?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/8430203531221061297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/8430203531221061297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/virgin-mask.html' title='Virgin mask'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-6566244578634592171</id><published>2009-10-19T20:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:44:34.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave me alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I'm not born to be your punching bag whenever you feel lousy and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will not&lt;/span&gt; tolerate your nonsense whenever you start shouting at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JUST FUCK OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-6566244578634592171?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6566244578634592171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6566244578634592171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/fercking-pissed.html' title='Leave me alone'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-6029392436934800302</id><published>2009-10-18T01:48:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:39:16.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to square one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/IMG_3003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omggg, I'm dreading school again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the past three days, I was at Farrer Park, City Square Mall working at the newest Mfm outlet there. Me and Karine got opening shift for three consecutive days, waking up early was like a complete torture, I was so tempted to "pon" work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apart from the short number of hours of sleep I had, work was totally boring because the mall is still considered quite new, there wasn't much crowd. On the 1st day, I cleaned all the chairs till I felt like fainting (I didn't eat my breakfast yet) then we were blowing balloons and can you believe the four of us actually finished up the entire pack of 250 balloons without an air pump?! God, blowed till we went out of breath. Oh, another thing is, it was as if we were having picnic, there were biscuits and chocolates all over the table while we were blowing balloons/ stamp vouchers/ cut vip stickers. Then, we took turns to walk around the mall and give out balloons and flyers, we even went NTUC to buy chocolates, walk around and bought bubble tea and snacks, HAHAHAHA. CoOl RiGhT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc12/sweeetimpact/DSC04820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... I'm so glad work at CS ended. Missed J8 so much, working with them is so much more fun. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall update this space with photos soon! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-6029392436934800302?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6029392436934800302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/6029392436934800302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to square one'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-5334953372837408527</id><published>2009-10-16T01:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T01:19:12.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;T I M E T A B L E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday: 9-11, 12-2, 2-4, 6-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omfg, this shit is totally adding on to my usual Monday Blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dread school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-5334953372837408527?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5334953372837408527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/5334953372837408527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-1723517707320272106</id><published>2009-10-07T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:59:11.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/SszWNXZJW5I/AAAAAAAABq8/gJTP8Dwj9Xw/s1600-h/IMG_2832+copya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/SszWNXZJW5I/AAAAAAAABq8/gJTP8Dwj9Xw/s320/IMG_2832+copya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389918379161770898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I was gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up with an overwhelming amount of phlegm stuck in my throat (freaking green colour btw), I tried coughing them out and I almost couldn't breathe at that moment, I coughed till my face turned red. Omg, I don't dare to sleep later, howww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically coughed my day away at work today, feel so drained now... Drank so much water, I think I went toilet more than 5 times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for oreo chocolate now, I want to recover quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-1723517707320272106?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1723517707320272106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/1723517707320272106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/sos.html' title='SOS'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/SszWNXZJW5I/AAAAAAAABq8/gJTP8Dwj9Xw/s72-c/IMG_2832+copya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-4526930076129623340</id><published>2009-10-05T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:42:59.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger noob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg, why is my tagboard not showing on MF?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-4526930076129623340?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4526930076129623340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4526930076129623340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogger-noob.html' title='Blogger noob'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-4075268265807985251</id><published>2009-10-04T23:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:39:20.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;(O +) L O V E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few weeks back, I pestered my mother to buy snowskin mooncake for me because I was craving for it. (My favourite!!!) Then she told me she've already ordered from some hotel so okay fine, I shall wait... Then yesterday, I found out that those mooncakes are actually ice cream mooncake so I was very disappointed, damn it, I wanted original ones. I was showing a bit of my unhappiness by pulling a long face, then when my mother asked me to quickly go and bathe, I went like "Sit down also cannot ah?" She told me off and said I was being a bitch getting mad over a stupid mooncake. Today when I reached home, she told me she bought snowskin mooncake for me, I felt so... touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also aware that each time my Father start nagging about how I should stop working so often, since my pay is not a lot anyway, I know he's just being concerned, he didn't want me to tire myself out. My family is not those who are really open with our feelings and showing our love verbally. Everytime when I needed extra allowance from him, for example, textbooks etc, he would say "Why must I give you, it's none of my business." But, the next day when I passed by his so called "office" at home, I would spot a $50 note on the table. Yes, for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-4075268265807985251?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4075268265807985251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4075268265807985251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-to-think.html' title='Time to think'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18896745.post-4810999867375739643</id><published>2009-10-04T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T02:11:07.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;School is starting in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;T W O W E E K S ' T I M E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello all, wow, when was the last time I used Blogger?! Well, I have no idea why I'm posting here... I just feel like it. Heh^^ I kinda regretted deleting all my archives way back from 2005. I think it would be quite interesting to read them now! I bet I sounded like some childish girl, blogging about every little thing that came to her mind. Well, that was the past. I no longer feel like blogging regularly, mainly because I have nothing to update about my life? I like it when the next second after I clicked on "New Post" and I just type without having to stop and think. I hate it when I have to stare at the blank white box and think of something interesting to update even though I know I don't have any to share. Sometimes, I just can't express myself well enough, need to brush up on my language, sucks much. I haven't read a single storybook ever since O Level ended if I'm not wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been working and going out... Thursday was Children's Day and it was so busy and I practically worked like a dog. I felt my muscles on both legs aching damn badly. I was so frustrated because the whole restaurant was in a complete mess, customers' hands are like flying up every minute, asking for this and that, never ending. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*()&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was also a case of runaway bill on that day too. Seriously, I've had enough of students stepping into the restaurant and just leave without paying. What the fuck is wrong with them?! If you can't afford then don't even dine in for god's sake. I swear if I ever catch any of them attempting to leave without paying for their meal, I'll make sure I smash their faces with one big tub of blended garlic and let the smell stay on them for one week, let them wash their faces till they rot. Pissed off only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not done with my ranting yet. I HATE CHEAPO CUSTOMERS. They will insist we let them split the bill so they can use two vouchers or any other promotions. Why so greedy, omfg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should sleep early tonight, my eyebags are getting from bad to worse, I look hideous. UGLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blogger still sucked. I just published my first post and wherever happened to the spacing after each paragraph?! Damn, now I have to add in the html.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18896745-4810999867375739643?l=ferrerochelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4810999867375739643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18896745/posts/default/4810999867375739643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrerochelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>Rochelle Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086747799032490746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFuujJCgNQs/StS8ApohKwI/AAAAAAAABrM/p7_cNZCtlLE/S220/IMG_2687.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
