<?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-7875166392041609870</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:06:27.922-07:00</updated><category term='Macbook Air.'/><category term='identity crisis'/><title type='text'>LOOK,READ,TAG.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875166392041609870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chanel!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/S_9jbcYkbRI/AAAAAAAAB3g/9PZRRRFdNWk/S220/birthday.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875166392041609870.post-6698510406042501743</id><published>2008-05-29T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T03:38:04.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>officially heartbroken.goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875166392041609870-6698510406042501743?l=ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/S_9jbcYkbRI/AAAAAAAAB3g/9PZRRRFdNWk/S220/birthday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875166392041609870.post-4092332322462364267</id><published>2008-05-13T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T04:54:27.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im finally growing up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SClwVWTz-XI/AAAAAAAAAzE/tgjWrDPNLZo/s1600-h/SP_A0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199810756844190066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SClwVWTz-XI/AAAAAAAAAzE/tgjWrDPNLZo/s320/SP_A0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SClwVWTz-YI/AAAAAAAAAzM/g2cGLIOre40/s1600-h/SP_A0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199810756844190082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SClwV2Tz-aI/AAAAAAAAAzc/F3mNugkX1jw/s320/SP_A0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199823418407778754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SCl72WTz-cI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cc53KqnYDfY/s320/2945445622103l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199823418407778770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SCl72WTz-dI/AAAAAAAAAz0/OAQBI5sxe48/s320/DSC01752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199823422702746098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SCl72mTz-fI/AAAAAAAAA0E/P4UsP7x8RZI/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199826253086194210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SCl-bWTz-iI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hZM_qdAgxiQ/s320/SP_A0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199826261676128818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SCl-b2Tz-jI/AAAAAAAAA0k/wNsaU-ThMeI/s320/SP_A0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a part of you indefinitely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875166392041609870-4092332322462364267?l=ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com/feeds/4092332322462364267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875166392041609870.post-8788804727006456653</id><published>2008-05-08T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T02:58:03.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I NEED TO SCREAM RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;oh but before that, lemme thank all those who wished me happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt;people like nuzul,shannon,nahnah,farhanah,tanya(whose birthday also falls on the same day),ain,wan,stupidSARAH.nikki,sexyvoice,nicole,marissa,nuzul's sis-noran...&lt;br /&gt;well anyone who wished me in one way or another...&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO BACK TO SCREAMING.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haiiiiiii.results were terrible...horrible...definitely not incredible...&lt;br /&gt;got back english and social studies today.&lt;br /&gt;english first,&lt;br /&gt;compo-18&lt;br /&gt;situational-19&lt;br /&gt;compre-13&lt;br /&gt;summary-14&lt;br /&gt;OMG.YES I KNOW.IT SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but that isnt what im angry about...it was...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the marker's remark!&lt;br /&gt;first of all, she wrote little comments on my paper.&lt;br /&gt;for example...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I quoted an example which is kinda relevent to the topic,and guess what she said?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"IN YOUR DREAMS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"get real please!"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i gave a concluding line...she bracketed it...and said...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"OBVIOUSLY."&lt;br /&gt;WTH!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;why do i face this kinda markers all the time?&lt;br /&gt;for final year exam, the marker wrote...&lt;br /&gt;"this is not Get Real!"&lt;br /&gt;dammmit.&lt;br /&gt;one ask me to get real,&lt;br /&gt;the other say dun get real.&lt;br /&gt;so what they want now...&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;AND I THINK TOO MUCH HANGING OUT WITH HAMSTERS IS MAKING ME ACT LIKE ONE OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;*scratchscratch*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875166392041609870-8788804727006456653?l=ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com/feeds/8788804727006456653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875166392041609870&amp;postID=8788804727006456653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875166392041609870/posts/default/8788804727006456653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875166392041609870/posts/default/8788804727006456653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-to-scream-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanel!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/S_9jbcYkbRI/AAAAAAAAB3g/9PZRRRFdNWk/S220/birthday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875166392041609870.post-6520145153942979503</id><published>2008-05-05T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T04:10:25.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPYHEAD AND SILLYHEAD.</title><content type='html'>THANKS FOR MAKING MY BIRTHDAY SUCH A HAPPY AND GREAT ONE.&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE BEST PRESENT I'VE EVER RECEIVED, I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN MY MUMMY DOESNT GIVE ME SUCH A CUTE PREZZIE FOR MY BDAE.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT TWOOOO HAMSTERS NOW.&lt;br /&gt;AS YOU MAY HAVE ALREADY GUESSED,&lt;br /&gt;ONE IS CALLED SLEEPYHEAD AND THE OTHER IS SILLYHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;HERE ARE SOME PICS OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SB7nwNutmeI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qAgJnwKqS70/s1600-h/SP_A0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196845835537455586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SB7nwNutmeI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qAgJnwKqS70/s320/SP_A0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ITS THE CAGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SB7nwtutmfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/p-HKXMYV6y4/s1600-h/SP_A0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196845844127390194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SB7nwtutmfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/p-HKXMYV6y4/s320/SP_A0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SLEEPYHEAD HIDING INSIDE THE HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SB7nwtutmgI/AAAAAAAAAyg/l0y7kYkZlfk/s1600-h/SP_A0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196845844127390210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SB7nwtutmgI/AAAAAAAAAyg/l0y7kYkZlfk/s320/SP_A0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *BITEBITE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SB7nw9utmhI/AAAAAAAAAyo/MW0hBNji62I/s1600-h/SP_A0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196845848422357522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SB7nw9utmhI/AAAAAAAAAyo/MW0hBNji62I/s320/SP_A0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" I WANNA GET OUT OF HERE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OF COURSE THE PICS ARE RATHER BLUR...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT FRET NOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IM GONNA TAKE SOME MORE CUTE PICS OF THEM IN TIME TO COME. :):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THEY'RE SO CUTE, BOTH FEMALES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:):):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WANTED TWO MALE ONES (COS THEY'RE CUTER)BUT THE PERSON SAID THEY MAY FIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THEN I DINT WANT ONE BOY ONE GIRＬ COS I DONT WANT TO WAKE UP REALISING THAT MY HAMSTERS ATE THEIR BABIES UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SO SETTLED ON TWO GIRLS, THEY CANT BREED, AND WILL STAY HAPPILY EVER AFTER!:):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IMMA HAPPY GIRL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SO WENT WITH MY FREN TO GET IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BOUGHT THE BED,FOOD,CAGE,2 GREY BABY HAMSTERS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SOOOOOO.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HERE'S THE RECEIPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SB7nxNutmiI/AAAAAAAAAyw/iArDWqaEijA/s1600-h/SP_A0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196845852717324834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SB7nxNutmiI/AAAAAAAAAyw/iArDWqaEijA/s320/SP_A0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thank God we had enough cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and we dint buy quite a number of stuffs know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the bathing sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the disinfecting lotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if we bought those too, i think it would add up to about 100?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the innocent me didnt know hamsters cost this much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i thought everything would most probably add up to 50?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i love sleepyhead and sillyhead.i'll take care of them reallllly well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've decided to buy them treats once every two weeks!but im getting kinda worried cos they dont seem to be eating well and drinking enough water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hope i wont have another bad experience again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cos when i was pri 1 i had a cute little brown hamster named HAMHAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my mummy dint really like the fact that i keep touching its fur so she put the cage on top of the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at that point of time i was really short...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i was reaching for the cage and accidentally opened the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;within a blink of an eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*PLOP*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it plunged down to its death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was soooo sad from then on, and buried it outside my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this time, im gonna do my best to make sure sleepy and sillyheads will be happy for the rest of their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks girl, for the pressie.i love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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SILLYHEAD.'/><author><name>Chanel!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/S_9jbcYkbRI/AAAAAAAAB3g/9PZRRRFdNWk/S220/birthday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/SB7nwNutmeI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/qAgJnwKqS70/s72-c/SP_A0098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875166392041609870.post-3991885133130620420</id><published>2008-05-04T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T03:56:24.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures-of-disgusting-creatures-such-as-lizards-phobia</title><content type='html'>YES.I AM SCARED OF LIZARDS.AND FROGS.AND WHATEVER REPTILES OR AMPHIBIANS U CAN NAME.I AM SCARED OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;i know some people must think im absurd to be even scared of the pictures,i shall mention no names,but i think its really mean of you people who think that way.&lt;br /&gt;first of all, let me defend myself.everyone has a phobia.surely, one has to be scared of something. one can be scared of dogs, cats, lightning, thunder, darkness, heights, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;so im scared of even the photos of lizards etc.&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD,LAUGH AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;im not gonnna care about those stares and comments u guys gave to me drg the english lesson that day anymore.&lt;br /&gt;although i gotta admit that i was really sad and disappointed and kinda affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;anw, enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;exams are over and im in a holiday mood. books have grown durian thorns and i just refuse to touch them now.&lt;br /&gt;anw. yesterday went out to catch a movie.and ate dinner at old airport.&lt;br /&gt;then decided to head home with fatty by walking to kallang.&lt;br /&gt;then it was about 7 plus alr, i cant say its pitch black darkness but well,it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;so if you guys have been to kallang, im sure u all will see this big drain or canal or whatever u call it. its the smelly one. so i've no idea why i was staring at the canal/big drain....and guess what i saw.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;no i didnt see a bunch of crabs.&lt;br /&gt;neither did i see a swarm of cute little fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I THOUGHT I SAW A CROCODILE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THIS CREATURE WAS SWIMMING AND FATTY GOT SO CURIOUS SHE FOLLOWED THE CROCODILE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I FOLLOWED TOO AND IT DECIDED TO CRAWL OR SLIDE OR WHATEVER TO THE GRASS AREA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I SCREAMED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ANOTHER UNCLE SAW IT TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THEN I RAN AWAY FEELING SO DISGUSTED AND EVERYTHING.SO I SAT AT THE BUSSTOP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HOWEVER,I WAS SO AFRAID IT'LL CRAWL TOWARDS THE BUSSTOP SO I BEGAN LOOKING OUT FOR IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GUESS WHAT I SAW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IT WASNT A CROCODILE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOUR MIND IS THINKING THAT IT'S PROBABLY A HUMAN AND CHANEL IS JUST OVERREACTING, ITS NOT U DICKHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A SNAKE.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I ALMOST DIALED 999.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE POLICE WOULD PROBABLY THINK THAT IM A STUPID CRAZY LOSER WHO HAS NEVER SEEN A SNAKE BEFORE IN MY WHOLE LIFE.THE WORST PART IS I SAW THE SNAKE HISSED.&lt;br /&gt;EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I DUNNO WHY FATTY GOT SO EXCITED SHE CONTINUED TO OBSERVE THE SNAKE AND GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;SHE CAME BACK ASKING ME, "EH WHY THE SNAKE STOMACH LIKE SO BIG?" I LOOKED CAREFULLY AND REALISE IT WAS LIKE A LUMP.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;SNAKES DONT CHEW THEIR FOOD FYI.&lt;br /&gt;THEY JUST SWALLOW THE WHOLE DAMN THING AND HIBERNATE FOR A WEEK OR TWO.&lt;br /&gt;YES,WHICH MEANS THE SNAKE WE SAW ATE SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SCREAMING LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;I BET THOSE AT THE BUSSTOP WOULD REACT THE SAME WAY IF THEY SAW IT LAH.&lt;br /&gt;THEN LUCKILY THE BUS CAME AND WE GOT ON IT.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I, TAN CHANEL, AM CURRENTLY FEELING REALLY GUILTY FOR NOT DIALING 999.IF THE 'TODAY' NEWSPAPER PUBLISHES AN ARTICLE SAYING, 'A WOMAN WAS SWALLOWED BY A SNAKE LATE LAST NIGHT AT KALLANG' I THINK I WOULD JUST FAINT.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER WHERES THE SNAKE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;SO I REACHED HOME AND TOLD MY GRANNY AND MUMMY THE INCIDENT.&lt;br /&gt;SO I ASKED IF ITS A COBRA.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH SAID NO AND SAID ITS A PYTHON.&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD.&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE WITH THE UGLY SPOTS ON THE SKIN.&lt;br /&gt;AND MY MUM WAS LIKE&lt;br /&gt;EH DARLING!I TOOK PHOTO WITH SNAKE BEFORE LEH.THEN I TOUCHED IT, SO COOLING AND SMOOTH.&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE ADDED ON SAYING THIS:&lt;br /&gt;I ATE SNAKE MEAT BEFORE KNOW!IN TAIWAN.YUMMY~&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*SPEECHLESS*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;GRANNY SAID THIS." I BET THE SNAKE ATE A MOUSE A FISH OR MAYBE A CAT."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE ADDED ON THIS,"MAYBE TMR ITS APPETITE WOULD GROW BIGGER AND START EATING HUMANS."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*FAINTED*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;JUST IMAGINE HOW TRAUMATISED I AM NOW, I'VE NOT EVEN BEEN TO THE REPTILE SECTION IN SINGAPORE ZOOLOGICAL GARDEN.:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875166392041609870-3991885133130620420?l=ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com/feeds/3991885133130620420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875166392041609870&amp;postID=3991885133130620420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875166392041609870/posts/default/3991885133130620420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875166392041609870/posts/default/3991885133130620420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-of-disgusting-creatures-such.html' title='pictures-of-disgusting-creatures-such-as-lizards-phobia'/><author><name>Chanel!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/S_9jbcYkbRI/AAAAAAAAB3g/9PZRRRFdNWk/S220/birthday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875166392041609870.post-47609258186781220</id><published>2008-04-08T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:14:14.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting adventure.</title><content type='html'>k i've got a grandmother story to tell in this post.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it was 2.00pm,time for school to end.&lt;br /&gt;last period was chem.&lt;br /&gt;so...chanel,sarah and chuyi wanted to go home together.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we walked out of school,and was waiting for the traffic light to turn green.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;sarah: oh my god.i lost my nametag.&lt;br /&gt;sarah again: wait,what am i saying,i lost my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;chanel: k we go back and look.&lt;br /&gt;(all these happened while chuyi was still talking to her frens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sarah and chanel traced back their footsteps and began the SEARCH FOR THE GREEN WALLET.&lt;br /&gt;sounds oh-so-exciting.&lt;br /&gt;sarah: its not there lah...how?&lt;br /&gt;chanel: k lah,we go check General office.&lt;br /&gt;(both of us walked to the GO,enquired,but nothing productive came out of it)&lt;br /&gt;chuyi then called chanel and she went to look for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three of them walked to the toilet cos chanel needed to weewee.&lt;br /&gt;sarah: how ah?im so screwed...&lt;br /&gt;suddenly,annabelle tee walked towards them.&lt;br /&gt;chanel:eh belle,did you see sarah's wallet?&lt;br /&gt;belle: no...anw what were ur intending to do after school?&lt;br /&gt;sarah: go home...&lt;br /&gt;belle: okay!since i've got nothing to do, i stay with you all to find the wallet!&lt;br /&gt;sarah,chuyi,chanel: OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then they split up.&lt;br /&gt;chanel and sarah went back to 4/9 to check.&lt;br /&gt;belle and chuyi went to General office AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;still, nothing was found.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then they met outside the stuffroom.&lt;br /&gt;guess what sarah and chanel saw?&lt;br /&gt;THE WALLET!no.&lt;br /&gt;they saw annabelle and chuyi enjoying themselves with a cup of fruit punch stolen from the teachers' buffet.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Chanel being the smart one finally realised belle wanted to steal the food from the buffet and thats why she wanted to stay in school alittle longer .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then they sorta asked mrs cheong to help them open the lab coz the door was locked. (and belle at the same time asked if she could steal some food.)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she didnt have the keys and asked them to find the lab technician at the 2nd floor.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;chanel was kinda stoning so she didnt realise annabelle actually stole the keys from the office.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they went back to the chem lab and tried all the keys...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and chanel the smart unlocked it!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what,nobody dared to go it coz it was dark and notsoscary.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;however they still took up the courage to go inside the lab.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and you might have guessed correctly,nothing was found.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then they rushed out of the lab and locked everything,and suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;THEY SAW THE LAB TECHNICIAN.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;chanel and belle started hiding the keys and sarah then approached the lab technician for help.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;chanel belle and chuyi left sarah alone and ran back to the 2nd floor to put back the keys.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then they walked calmly away from the CRIME SCENE.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the three of them then sat at the foyer waiting for sarah.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;of course she came back empty handed coz they've alr checked the lab.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sarah: know the lab technician said..."the keys were missing when i was at 2nd floor.then i saw the door open at the first floor so i thought the other lab technician was inside..then i come down the lab locked.then go back up again, the keys were back in place.alamak,someone sabo me lah."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;belle and chanel: PHEW.LUCKILY OUR TIMING SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;(suddenly we saw the lab technician walking furiously into the general office)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;chuyi/belle: i think she's going to check the CCTV.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;chanel: omg,then why are we still here?! run!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so then they went back to collect their bags.&lt;br /&gt;sarah: OMG.(hand holding her wallet which she took from her bag)&lt;br /&gt;chanel,chuyi,belle: OOOMMMGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;sarah: hahahahhahahahhahha.&lt;br /&gt;chuyi,chanel and belle totally ignored her from then on.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and the time was 3.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;one whole hour looking for something which wasnt lost in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: DON'T TRUST SARAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875166392041609870-47609258186781220?l=ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com/feeds/47609258186781220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875166392041609870&amp;postID=47609258186781220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875166392041609870/posts/default/47609258186781220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875166392041609870/posts/default/47609258186781220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com/2008/04/interesting-adventure.html' title='An interesting adventure.'/><author><name>Chanel!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/S_9jbcYkbRI/AAAAAAAAB3g/9PZRRRFdNWk/S220/birthday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875166392041609870.post-2005171165126791574</id><published>2008-04-01T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T05:08:33.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity crisis'/><title type='text'>April Fools' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went to school as usual,didnt realise that it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;April Fools Day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;for the past four years in TK, 1st April wasnt a day when people actually do real pranks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but this year it was different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was our last April Fools Day in TK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so then Belle,Vic and Ruby were thinking of ways to prank our teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 conditions:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) we must not break the school rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2)it must be a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but of course, given the short period of time to think of what prank,it was really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so then we heard that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HALF OF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 4/8 was switching with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HALF OF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A sec 3 class i dunno which one during the first period so as to confuse the teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO BEING THE SMART BELLE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SHE DECIDED TO BE KINDA ORIGINAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO GUESS WHAT'S THE PRANK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SHE DECIDED TO SWITCH &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE WHOLE OF&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4/9 with another sec 4 class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;omg,like what difference does it make right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the whole idea is the same!?!But whatever,we really wanted to do something so yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4/4,4/8 and 4/9 students went to whatever classes they want and sat down,pretending that they're the students of the classes they were in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Steph and i chose 4/8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;target: Mrs.i-do-not-like-to-shave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so we greeeted her as if we've been in her class for two years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and right after &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 secs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'hey i thought youre from 4/4...uhhuh!1st of april...april fools' day,you aint gonna fool me.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;then 4/4's teacher... Mr. know-it-all, came to our class to pick up all the 4/4 students.at first they were reluctant to leave,but guess what he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'you girls not leaving im gonna give you all spring test tmr.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;and in the blink of an eye,all the 4e4ers ran out of the class like some mad cows.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so that sorta marked the end of the prank coz everyone went back to our own classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;i gotta admit the prank wasnt that fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but well, look on the bright side,at least we managed to skip 20 mins of math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how sad,this may be one of the last April Fools' Day i'll be celebrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;one has to grow up right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but! its okay to be young at heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i better start thinking of better pranks for next year!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh on a side note: JAC IS TURNING BISEXUAL. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s that is totally not an april fools' joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875166392041609870-2005171165126791574?l=ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com/feeds/2005171165126791574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875166392041609870&amp;postID=2005171165126791574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875166392041609870/posts/default/2005171165126791574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875166392041609870/posts/default/2005171165126791574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fools&apos; Day'/><author><name>Chanel!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/S_9jbcYkbRI/AAAAAAAAB3g/9PZRRRFdNWk/S220/birthday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875166392041609870.post-648513224432318839</id><published>2008-03-29T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T06:40:38.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macbook Air.'/><title type='text'>towning.</title><content type='html'>gosh it was indeed a tiring yet fun day.headed for town. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;first stop: orchard cineleisure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought tickets to watch shutter.but loser got freaked out and in the end settled for 'Be Kind, Rewind'.we dint even know what it was about but what the heck, jack black's in it so we &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; it'll turn out quite nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd stop: takashimaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought pepper lunch.a place with great beef.:) yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd stop: NYDC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHMYGOSH.Big O is totally yummy. it was soooo good till i felt like licking the plate for the smeared cheese but thought it was too unglam, so of course i didnt. then beside nydc, iSHOP was having this carnival. i was really attracted to it coz they were inviting people to 'play' with the iTouch.well, i've tried using Sarah's iTouch in school and wasnt as amazed as i was today.the thing that attracted me to their booth was this: "all you people out there with iPod in your bag now, please proceed to Level 3 of Cathay Orchard Cineleisure &lt;strong&gt;and flash ur very own iPod.you get to exchange your old iPod for a brand new iTouch&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;of course i made that up.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's the real thing : "redeem &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your free cup of coffee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by flashing your iPod at the iSHOP cafe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OF COURSE BEING THE NOT-SO-KIASU-SINGAPOREAN, I DID NOT GO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i really love the chic look of the Macbook Air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thin,so sleek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i gotta get my hands on these two items.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183154285843752594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/R-5DXIfCppI/AAAAAAAAAxY/MEgfY0WPvsA/s320/product-air.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;just look at it.LOOK CAREFULLY.ITS NOT THE DESKTOP OKAY.THE 'KEYBOARD' is that thin.how sexy is that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flat-out stunning&lt;br /&gt;Between &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0.16 to 0.76 inch thin and weighing only 3.0 pounds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, MacBook Air sets new standards for ultra-portable computing — without the usual ultra-portable compromises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and here's the iTouch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183155011693225634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/R-5EBYfCpqI/AAAAAAAAAxg/A2rXMzb-HT0/s320/i+touch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183155015988192946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/R-5EBofCprI/AAAAAAAAAxo/eFK9HKd50LM/s320/i+touch+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the screen is sooo damn clear.but one bad thing bout tthe iTOUCH is that,its not scratchfree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and it gets dirty easily.like all the fingerprints and all.but who cares,if i've got this,i'll definitely take great care of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright enough of free advertisement, i shall comment on 'be kind,rewind.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually i've only got two words for it: it sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a total waste of 10 bucks..if i've got the choice,i wont even watch it if the ticket cost 2bucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah that's all i've gotta say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;toodles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875166392041609870-648513224432318839?l=ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com/feeds/648513224432318839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875166392041609870&amp;postID=648513224432318839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875166392041609870/posts/default/648513224432318839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875166392041609870/posts/default/648513224432318839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveabrandedname.blogspot.com/2008/03/orchard-during-saturdays.html' title='towning.'/><author><name>Chanel!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/S_9jbcYkbRI/AAAAAAAAB3g/9PZRRRFdNWk/S220/birthday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xTftyDNeA6c/R-5DXIfCppI/AAAAAAAAAxY/MEgfY0WPvsA/s72-c/product-air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
