I sometimes feel I have too many things on my hands, and just not enough time for myself. Most of my leftover time after coming home from college is taken up worrying about college assignments or church stuff. Recently I've been worrying about my ASS-ignments a little too much. I don't really like group ASS-ignments. Not everybody does what they're supposed to do and hands it up on time. Plus it's so hard to coordinate and know exactly who does what. Last week was really hectic because I had to finish off the ASS-ignments, and after i came back from camp retreat I had to immediately call my group mates about the ASS-ignments and cram for exams starting the next day itself.

Then there's worrying about the ministries I'm involved in. There's worship- worrying about choosing songs, informing people they are playing on that day, finding replacement musicians because each and every week, someone is bound to not be able to make it. As it is, we already have so few musicians, so each time someone cannot make it, the ENTIRE team has to be switched around, meaning the keybordist might have to play the drums and the drummer might have to play bass, stuff like that. We're multi talented people just in case you weren't aware ;p And then I worry about how to play a certain song on the drums, like Majesty *har har* and I spend one hour listening to it and practicing on imaginary drums...

Then there's camp committee meetings and TYPING OUT THE MINUTES AFTER THAT, which I really loathe but have to do anyway, then there's Rangers meetings and the anniversary documentary script. I thought that was over and done with, but Roy just told me there are some changes to be made again. Alamak. But mostly, I feel it's the time spent in church that just makes me feel so drained. I don't have a problem with going to church, in fact i love going to church because it keeps me grounded and reminds me that I was called to serve an almighty God, and I definitely do have a passion for playing music in the team. But sometimes I feel like I have gotten myself too involved with serving that I really do not have time to chill anymore. And by chill I don't mean blogging. I mean doing stuff I like, like reading or watching tv/dvds, or even just sitting around with a bowl of ice cream doing NOTHING. Every weekend is spent in church, from 10am till about 5pm. Then I come home and read the newspapers from 2 days ago(another indication of how busy i am!) and then bathe and then go out for dinner. Then i come home and maybe watch a little tv, and then I have to finish off other stuff- ASSignments and the like.

I was just talking to Sherrene about it, and she empathises. She says I need to figure out a way to chill(which i realised myself). Thank God I have hols starting week after next. Just a 1 week holiday, but one that I desperately need! And thank God the Rangers anniversary is coming soon, so that means the script will be finished up, script meetings will come to an end, and NO MORE Rangers for the rest of the year!! ;p

But then again, I do realise that's why it's called SERVING. Serving means you give of yourself, even if you do not get paid. It means you sacrifice a little something, be it your time, or your energy, or your money. It means you might get a little drained and tired out, but you persevere. It means that when you are called to serve, God will always make things work out, just like how He has made things work out for me all this while, even on the days when i think that i really really cannot do it anymore. I love you Jesus!

I'm so sorry Grace! Here they are! =)

I went to the garden in Botanic recently for my photo assignment. Brought my family and Grace along to model for me. heheh! But then I was really pissed because the pics I took using my disposable camera didn't turn out at all. Actually, most of all my friends' pictures didn't turn out at all, because the lecturer was so adamant that we NOT use flash on the disposable. For EVENING photos. *roll eyes* Im so tempted to complain again, but i better not. So i shall put up photos only.

ps: Just so you don't complain that my captions are confusing *ehem koh poh leong*, I shall tell you beforehand that the captions are ABOVE the photos =)

Fisherman feet... There's this BEE-YOO-TI-FFUUUULL lake in the garden that everyone should visit before they die. Just a really serene and peaceful place to dangle your legs in. i mean, above.

Grace pretending to sketch.
My sister DOESN'T look like me lah! I don't see the resemblance at all! What is wrong with you people??! haha...

HAHAHAHAHAH!!! Sorry Grace, i just HAD to lah u know? ;p
But I still love you, so I'm putting up the decent one too! =)

If not for my sis' really goofy face, this would have been a perfect picture! XD
My dad... Climbed up the tmn rakyat hill for me. Then after that, cos I made him sit so long until I got the right angle, he complain butt pain. haha! oh the heights my dad would scale for me!

We went to Botanic the previous day too. Made my dad do the jumping thing. And his timing a bit the slow, hence the rather weird pose. heheh!
Parents. (Yes I made them pose. hehe)
Another pose...
I really really love this random shot. Thanks Grace! =)
Yup, that sums it up. I didn't realise until I came back that I was so intent on completing my assignment and capturing the models *cough* that I didn't take any shots of nature, and the beeyootiful garden. What a waste! One of these days I'll go back there again and snap pics of non-humans. Grace come again arh? ;p

I caught this too, in fronta my house...

On another unrelated topic...nowadays right, u never know WHO is googling themselves to find out if you're dissing them on your blog. So better not diss anyone. Especially the, er, authorities who have the power to fail you.

Yes, you la, if you terasa means. heheheh.

I desperately need to do something about my memory power. I could be memorizing my brains off about something and think i know it like the back of my hand, but in the exam hall everything just turns blank. Not everything, but the most CRUCIAL and BASIC things like definitions or little bullet points. Or you could tell me something and make me remember it and I'll forget it the next moment. Or I could be wishing somebody happy birthday and forget their birth date two days later. Or I could leave my project on top of my bag to ensure i remember to bring it to college but then I'll grab my bag and completely forget about the project and then I will suddenly remember it when we're at the southern park traffic light and my dad will have to turn back and waste petrol just so I could grab it and just to spice things up a little I would make my sister and her friend late for school too.

It's just not worth it lah, cramming for MRM like what I did today. I go into the hall and I can't even remember the answer to the first question. And i was gila babi memorizing it before that, even using images to associate with the point and all that stuff they teach you about remembering things. *roll eyes*

How ah? Anybody got solution? Or conducting a memory class or something?

I think I'm just so so blessed. My life is not perfect, and neither is yours, but our lives are a thousand times better than the kids living in charity homes. I was helping out at Hope Home last Friday and the kids' lives pretty much broke my heart. They are just so lonely and sad, and so in need of attention. More than anything, what struck me most is the lack of love they have. They're pretty much left alone to mind their own business, they have to wash their own clothes and if they don't wash then they'll be stuck with the same dirty smelly stained outfits for the rest of their lives until someone gives them new clothes, they can't gobble down food every 10 minutes or so like I do at home, they can't do much during their free time because they don't have a tv and I doubt they're allowed to roam around freely on cyberspace. And the lady in charge is just really mean to them, in a matronly kind of way la, not the abusive kind of way. It was just a very humbling experience, to see how these people live without proper care and enough LOVE. I don't know how inferior and inadequate they must feel, but I can suppose that it must be very, because many of them just didn't want to talk to us at all when we arrived. The girls didn't smile back when we smiled, and some of them practically stormed off when we started talking to them. I started to think they hated us for being more priviledged than them. But there are some who just craved attention. I started talking to this boy named Dinash. haha. Got story wan. Wait lah, read on. Especially YOU, Dinash Aravind if you're reading. hehe.

Remember I said the lady in charge is really mean? Yeah, she was screaming at Dinash and pretty much humiliated him in front of us, because he wanted to go inside the room and when he was locked out he played rhythms on a milo tin and made some noise. SOME noise only, not even a lot, then she scream scream scream at him and told us in front of him that she can't stand him anymore and ask us to find ways to deal with him. And then we were all staring at him, cause we didn't know how to react. You should have seen the look in Dinash's eyes. It was so hauntingly sad. It was SO awkward for all of us and there was pindrop silence for a while until I sort of squeaked:"Er, maybe u can ask him to follow us downstairs?" and then Fariz made light of the situation and went "ya man, come on bro!" hehe.

So we went downstairs and then I started talking to him. He's 12 and just such a sweet little thing who really lacks love and care and attention and friends. He spun stories about it being his birthday and flying home to Sabah every Friday to see his mother and brother and because of that I should come on Thursdays instead in order to see him. Then he asked me for a birthday present. Said he wanted a ball, but a toy helicopter would be better. And he's the guy who sort of smells because he doesn't wash his clothes. So I went:

"U like to play football don't you?"

"yah"

"U know I have a friend who plays football very well. His name is also Dinash, like you. He's studying in Indonesia now and he plays very good football. The thing is, he washes his clothes all the time. You want to be a good footballer right?"

"yah"

"then u must wash your clothes everyday, like my friend Dinash. Then you'll be a very good footballer, like him. ok?"

Then he just looked at me one kind. and then he nodded and smiled a silly smile, like, a hello-you-think-i'm-that-stupid-ah smile. haha.

The kids really really need friends who care for them. I figured that to put up with them and smile and be nice and obliging is just really easy, but to actually LOVE them? hmm..."as cold as charity"... The bunch of us want to make our visits there productive la. No point going there every week and just talk nonsense to them again. I might teach them to play music, and Jess and Jane and Angelina will come up with games (;p). And Fariz will...HAHA! choreograph the high school musical dance for them. hahah! (inside joke)

I really don't treasure my life and my blessings enough. I don't think too much about the amount of love I receive, from family and friends.

And to top it all off, I almost crashed the car just now. Major harrowing experience for me. I'm never gonna be able to pass by istana again without having chills. brrrrr....

This is a totally random, spur-of-the-moment, unplanned post.

Not like this would interest you in any way, but just so you know, my sis and I are watching rugby now and it's so farrrrnnnneeeee!!

Their bodies sort of look like they're exploding out of their...SKINSUITS, and they stick up their chests at a weird angle...my sis said their chest "pops" out. omgosh!! So farnee lah!

Then just now they run run run then some guy came and RAMmed into his opponent, like red bull liddat. hhahahah! whambamslam!! hahah!

K I'm gonna go watch some more. Maybe I should drive out to get popcorn. hmm...

Yesterday also very drama lah.

A bunch of us were supposed to go help out at Hope Home(a charity home for kids) to pay back our "scholarship". So Jess and Fariz were driving the rest of us. Drive drive drive along, ladidadidum, listen to Brazilian music in Jess' car, laugh laugh laugh and talk talk talk and complain about Jess' driving and hear her scream at the drivers beside who won't allow her to cut into their lane (ehem LIM KWANG YEW, I found someone else whose driving skills are worse than mine ok?! ;p) Then suddenly only, at the cross junction near Eastin hotel, Some psycho woman in a Toyota Vios came and ram into Fariz's car. He was driving so slowly summor. Well I guess accidents happen all the time right? But the thing is, she just drove off like nothing happened. Babi or not babi you tell me?! The front bumper of Fariz's car sort of got ripped off. Poor thing that fella. His Myvi looks so rempit with the tinted windows and the gray-ness and the J number plate and all, then suddenly only kena rip so it's not so rempit looking anymore. oh wait, supposed to be more rempit looking right? Gives the impression he's been driving fast. haha. But anyways...

Yeah, so we all went to the police station lah. I tell youuuuuuu, just to make an accident report oso takes soooooo long. Summor they only have TWO computers in which you have to key in data yourself. Can you imagine like say, during Raya when everybody gets into accidents and everybody goes to the station only to queue up for damn long just to use the computer??! I didn't notice it until Jessy pointed it out. haiz, how much does a low-end pc cost? 1000 plus? takkan they cannot add a few more computers for the amount of different taxes we are paying? *shakes head* I am never never never NEVER going to get into an accident. I cannot stand waiting for aeons at the station. and worrying that they will check whether I brought my IC and whether they'll lock me up for wearing a sleeveless shirt

So anyway, yalah, go make report and support Fariz. So kesian lah he... I told him he should send it to some really expensive workshop (say in BANGSAR, since they rip you off for practically everything, from disposable cameras to photostating and binding. heheh Jane?? ;p) and spraypaint it and modify it and then make the woman pay for it. Carina was so smart, she took down the number plate of the woman. If me means I'd probably just freeze for a while and then try to stop my heart from pumping so fast while slapping my forehead with my sweaty palms and chanting "oh God oh God oh God"... hahahah!

oh! just so you know, Jess managed to side park!! In like, 5 minutes. (About as bad as me lah. hehe) And she was so damn happy she took a picture summore...


I, on the other hand, am gonna drive to Bukit Tinggi later in the little white kancil. ALONE. This time, I will only take mere SECONDS to park the car. AND, I will NOT ram it into the curb. oh! I must stop by at the stationery shop to buy highlighter too! And Saturday I shall drive to church ALONE, and maybe fetch Grace in Botanic in the evening. Oh the joys of being able to driveeeeeeeee!!!!

This is one of those days that i just HAVE to blog. Too many thoughts and emotions swimming around in my head. Honestly an emotion-packed day. Or maybe I was just too caught up in my own whirlwind of feelings.

Started off with a really HORRIBLE morning marred by lots of fidgeting, mental swearing at the stupid jam, failed attempts to sleep due to excessive traffic-induced stress and, erm, tears. 1 and a half freaking hours to college. In that time my mom said some stuff which ended in both of us crying. I wonder what is wrong with the roads these 2 days. Ystday I was 45 minutes late for class, today i rushed to class and right after I settled down it was over, 5 minutes after i stepped foot into class. Not that it matters lah, since it's just PHOTOGRAPHY class. He doesn't even bother to take attendance lah. Maybe i should just skip this stupid class for the rest of the semester. I have TWO photo classes summor on tuesdays.

Honestly I cannot stand photo class anymore. Whatever inital passion I had for photography is fast diminishing and is gonna vanish forever if i continue to listen to the "lecturer" rant on day after day about some shitty nonsense he expects us to believe is phtotographical substance. He can't even string a proper sentence together in english without fumbling for words or staring off into the screen futilely hoping that it would somehow spring up bombastic vocabulary for him to use. And he'll ask the class questions which are supposed to get us thinking, but after that he'll leave it at that and not comment on any answers the students give. Or he'll ask even MORE unasnwered questions about the student's previous answer. Smart way right!? Make the students think you're trying to get them to think creatively, while at the same time trying to conceal the fact that you don't know how to answer or comment. Please la. We're college students la. You think we're THAT dumb? We can see through your shallow act man. The other day a student asked him a question about a photograph and he just, as usual, rambled some nonsense to appease the student. Obviously, anyone can see he doesn't know the answer. Then for goodness sake, just say u don't know la. I think it's because he cannot speak english properly lah. To his credit, I'm sure he does know a thing or 2 about photography la, but what's the use if you can't put it in WORDS?! Today he was talking(mumbling, actually) about "discovering your own style". I came out of the class extremely enlightened, enlightened that if i'm gonna stay sane, I should start to find productive things to do while sitting in his class. ANNNDDD...jane n jess! I was looking at our timetable and i discovered he's gonna teach us another 2 subjects for the upcoming semesters! film studies and mediaculturesociety *faintssssssss*

Critical thinking class another problem giving pasal. Class has been cancelled so many times cos the original lecturer is stuck somewhere in the world with problems getting into Malaysia, and the replacement lecturer today is almost as bad as the photo lecturer. Thank god there's gonna be a new lecturer tomorrow whom i can only pray and hope is fit enough to teach. I cannot deal with another HIM please.

At this point of time I'm really irritated at KDU. For all their claims in advertisements about being the "best choice" for parents and about "good and honest education", they can't even find lecturers fit enough to teach. I mean, we don't expect world class standards lah (after living in Malaysia for so long, you just somehow learn to deal with sub quality everything u know what I'm saying?) But at LEAST, someone who doesn't berak crap out of his mouth everytime he opens it? and summore he's teaching 3 freaking subjects! oh God please please please, fire him and get someone else? I mean, Malaysia is a land so extremely serious about education and knowledge and efficiency and wawasan 2020, and with the THOUSANDS of jobless graduates bumming around whining about not being able to get a job, don't tell me they cannot find someone else to teach. And even if unbelievably there's no one else they can find, then isn't it their job to see to it that by hook or by crook they hire an expat from OUTSIDE Malaysia? I mean, the students are paying 25000 for the diploma excluding the extra 5000 for miscellaneos(yes i kid you not. 5000 for MISCELLANEOUS fees ok). i don't even know where to go to complain except for giving him a big fat zero for the upcoming lecturer assessment form, which obviously is for show only since this joker is still in office. *roll eyes around and around*

Thank God we have Mr Rubin Khoo for socio. Ms Rina and Mr Vincent are quite good too lah.

Lunch and chor tai tee and donkey was fun. Jess jane, I'm the undisputed QUEEN of chor tai tee ok!! ;p Jess you're the undisputed DONKEY!! hahahah!! Ken and Ravin are so funny. Hanging with the bunch of them was a refreshing break from the crappy day.

After class I saw something that made me irritated again. I was talking to my friend and her bf. Gawd the bf is such a jerk. He was dissing her non stop. For everything that she said he had to come up with some snide comment. For the 15 minutes or so that we talked, he scolded her like 5 times, for different different topics. Which is approximately 3 minutes per diss on average. (haha that sounded a bit funny but whatever) Ok maybe he didn't mean to diss her, but it was so obviously annoying and disrespectful. I initially planned to type out the contents of our conversation, but it would take too much time, plus I'm quite malas already. But anyway, I really salute my friend for putting up with all that crap. She's such a sweet thing la. It was so obvious she was really annoyed at him, rolling her eyes and fidgeting and ignoring him and all, but just not brave enough to spit it out directly to him. Another lesson i learnt. I have to rate my future bf first on the jerk-o-meter before anything. Smart-alecky guys who think they're so macho. Sheesh.

And then I drank coffee on an empty stomach, and read in the car after that, which gave me a headache and made me wanna barf on the way home. I farted quite a few times in the car, and then came home and shitted 3 times. aiyo. I shall never do that again.

ok no more complaining. On to lighter issues. hehe.

I was reading broom hilda on the comic page. and I saw something... GUMMY BURGERS!! Anyone remember those?? They used to sell it all over the supermarkets with a special section for gummy burgers. They sold it EVERYWHERE la actually...in school, in school buses, in hawker stalls, in grocery shops, in bakeries, everywhere! Then it kind of vanished without me realising it. Did u realise it?? What happened to gummy burgers????? It would definitely make photo class slightly more tolerable!

Which brings to mind other products which just sort of vanished over the years without me realising it. I was at the clinic the other day and my sister was reading a year 2001 magazine with an advertisement on ORGANICS SHAMPOO! Anyone remember those?? What happened to it?? It just vanished! I used to buy that brand! And remember the purple sunsilk shampoo? Fruitanics or something...hahaha... Good old days.

Sigh. I hope tomorrow is gonna be a better day. Since we're going to HOPE HOME...

Went for Bunga Manggar Bunga Raya today at Actors Studio Bangsar.
It was my very first time watching a live play and I'm sooo glad I finally did it. Watched a live play i mean. I have the utmost respect for theater directors and live performers. I can only imagine the amount of time and energy they put into perfecting their moves. Any glitch has to be avoided at all costs. Their steps and moves have to be precise and in sync with the rest of the cast. Their voices have to be projected loud and clear. Their facial expressions have to be prominent and real. Their lines have to be memorised till they can recite it in their sleep. One wrong move and it could jeopardize the whole show. It's totally different from directing movies where you can redo takes a hundred times. I really salute these people lah.

Bunga manggar was entertaining, but very artsy. A tad TOO artsy i would say, to the point where we didn't really get the whole show. I guess you just have to analyze it and interpret it in your own way, and if you can't do that, well then that's too bad for you lah. haha. It was a sort of satirical and honest take on Malaysian life, with a lot of movements, songs and COLOURS! I wish I could have taken a picture of the colours, but the flash would have been really distracting, so I only managed to catch one picture before the show...Edwin Sumun. It think he's an awesome actor. (and yes Grace, DANCER too) Very good facial expressions and flexible limbs and...dunnola. He just has that AURA of a great performer lah u know?

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The lady in blue in the middle is Leow Puay Tin. Awesome voice (and hokkien too! XD)

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Buddies! =) oh wat would bunga manggar be to me without them! I had a great day weh!



Debbie... BLUEK! ;p

Lam! and er yeah, my teeth. hahahah!

Grace and I-childhood buddieees! =)

Camwhoring on the way home...Boy that was fun! =)

AAAaaand the ultimate lala pose. hahah!
Yeah i know. I've been showing too much teeth today. Time to close my mouth.Bye!

I was really really pumped about photography class before the semester started. Now it's just getting on my nerves. Classes started and I discovered the lecturer might as well not have existed since we do not learn anything technical about the art of photography anyway. It's a complete waste of time attending his lectures in my opinion. He'll read from the slides (which doesn't explain much about anything in the first place) and then just show us pics he randomly grabs from cyberspace. During tutorials he goes from one table to the next and leaves the rest of the class to make noise and mind their own business. Hello? I get up at ungodly hours to rush from Klang to attend his classes and then I sit there and laugh with friends 3 quarters of the time(which isn't exactly a bad thing la. Thank god for friends! haha) And then the datelines for assignments are all around the same time man. I spent the entire time during dinner with my family just now cracking my head for ideas on the photo story. I've got loads of bits and pieces of crap here and there which needs to be mended and improvised and changed. A LOT. I wanna come up with a story about the beach, cos I think I'm going Morib soon, but What?? What ABOUT the beach? Love story? Who's gonna be my models then? What story? Arrrgh this is so irritating. And the cd cover. I haven't even chosen my song! Plus why must we do it with a DISPOSABLE camera??!! I don't wanna screwup for this class man. But at this point of time, hmmm, I'm really not so sure I won't. Come on God, bless me with some amazing ideas that will blow his brain away...

Answer everything, then tag 10 other people.

10 people you love. (excluding family members. Not in order)
Siyan
Shan Min
Siew Leng
Su Wei
Anna
Yu Jian
Wei Chian
Grace Wong
Sister Kim(!!)
Bawanie

*copy paste from pohleong*
I would want to name everyone I know, but these are those that made my day, play apart in my life, and do some major shifting in me. Thanks.

10 things you want to do before you die along the way.
1.)Learn how to surf. WELL. Not just go holiday once and learn how to surf, but you know, must make it a lifestyle lah. How? Live in Australia lohh...by the beach.
2.)Live in Australia by the beach and surf everyday.
3.)Travel around the world.
4.)Play drums betterly using my wrists.
5.)Give more to the needy.
6.)Fall crazily, madly, romantically, fantastically, amazingly, undescribably in love.
7.)STOP PEELING MY NAILS.
8.)Get married.
9.)Get a fantastic job which pays well and gives me loads of time to mind my own business.
10.)Er...get Astro? Grrr...

10 things you cannot live without.
0.)Jesus, my lord and saviour (He's not even a number cos He's not supposed to be. It needs no explaining)
1.)My bible
2.)Family
3.)Friends
4.)Music
5.)The ability to play music
6.)Books (novels ok, not those dumb history textbooks or study books or whatever)
7.)Money!! (Gosh I can't believe I'm only thinking of this now. haha)
8.)Laughter and great times with friends and family
9.)A car-any car-I want my own car!
10.)FOOOOOOOOOD

10 bad habits.
1.)Peeling my nails. I have to have to have to stop this.
2.)ahahahha...I'm thinking of something right now but I can't say. I need to protect my reputation u know. haha.
3.)Fantasising about Wentworth Miller.
4.)Buying/downloading pirated stuff. Argh.
5.)Laughing at other people's lame "jokes".
6.)Not squeezing the toothpaste from the bottom of the tube and then find myself taking a long time to squeeze it out when the tube is almost empty. (My sister is to be blamed also ok!)
7.)Not reading the day's newspapers and then reading old news the next day.
8.)Procrastinating.
9.)Overeating.
10.)Not being able to wake up early.

10 attitudes that turns you off.
1.)VISIBLE Emo-ness. I guess everyone is emo sometimes, but when u purposely make a big show out of it and expect people to "understand" you and all that...I just cannot tahan. But oh well, I tahan anyway la. If not how? Scream at the person??
2.)Spitting in public places
3.)Smoking. ok this is not really an attitude but I cannot tahan anyway. But I still have to tahan. AGAIN. *rolls eyes*
4.)Reticence. As in like, when someone asks you a question, be friendly and affable and cheerful lah. Don't just give a yes/no answer with a sour face. So hard to make conversation. And I'm someone who has to talk wan. haha.
5.)RUDENESS. Sheesh. U wanna see rudeness, go to Singapore. I got so irritated at the woman at the apartment.
6.)alaaaaaaaa got so many lah. This is taking longer than i expected. ok neeeeexxtt.

10 words to describe yourself. (5 good and 5 bad)
Aiyo, malas la. U answer this one for me lah if you're reading and you know me personally.

10 favourite bands.
Augustana
The Fray!
Nickelback
Hillsong United
Brooke Fraser
Taylor Swift (Wink Jane!)

And I had a listen to some of these...they're good.
Mae (no, not u U-MAE! ;p)
Anberlin
Jacks Mannequin
Straylight Run

10 most prized possessions
My brain(thx poh leong. U inspired me! ;p)
And well, everything else is prized to me i guess? If i don't treasure it i wouldn't be having it right?

10 people to tag
Shan Min
Kean Seng
Titus (it's time u update your blog man! hehe)
Sam Ong
Aisha
Bawanie
Jane
Jess Fang Ying Ying Ying Ying ;p
Siyan
GRACE WONG (u have to have to do this ok!! I know u'll entertain me loads with the things you come up with ;p)


pL, Jess and Kimmie, I'll do the next one some other time k. This is taking me too long! hehe... =)