<?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-7607298</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:02:11.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ever after</title><subtitle type='html'>Khine Mon&lt;br&gt;1st February&lt;br&gt;Singapore&lt;br&gt;Burmese&lt;br&gt;Lefty&lt;br&gt;Baby of the family&lt;br&gt;Dreamer&lt;br&gt;Hard-core procrastinater&lt;br&gt;Ex full-time green polka dot&lt;br&gt;In SP</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-113644946052690980</id><published>2006-01-05T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:24:20.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In midst of my maths books, i emerged from the pile to spill this thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names are so deceiving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a boy in my film appreciation class named Triton. That almost make me go up to him and ask ' hey, how's ariel and where's your giant fork?' Triton is supposed to be big and wholesome beefcake and all tail. But this boy was all knees and elbows. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;And there's another, when I was at SP website reading the sample Critical Reasoning Skills essays, there were a few entries by Don Juan. ( kiki, don't freak) I haven't seen the guy, but so far I haven't seen anyone vaguely hispanic-looking in the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now, back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-113644946052690980?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/113644946052690980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=113644946052690980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113644946052690980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113644946052690980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-midst-of-my-maths-books-i-emerged.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-113613090188550247</id><published>2006-01-01T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:55:01.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IN MUGGING FOR MSTs STAGE. BE RIGHT BACK.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-113613090188550247?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/113613090188550247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=113613090188550247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113613090188550247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113613090188550247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-mugging-for-msts-stage.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-113483234464533448</id><published>2005-12-17T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:12:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oops. the captain is thomas kretschmann. i didn't know that. can't see him properly too because most of the face is covered by the old bugger hat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-113483234464533448?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/113483234464533448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=113483234464533448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113483234464533448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113483234464533448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/12/oops.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-113483132884402410</id><published>2005-12-17T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T22:55:29.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from king kong. PJ has worked his magic again. I remembered watching the 1933 king kong and you can't really see the giant gorrilla. he resembles more like a walking carpet. No offence, chewbacca. Don't get me wrong,  the 1933 one was and is still a timeless classic. but with this 2005 versh, i actually feel like i was there.  i know kix will be gawking at long bean and not notice how cute the captain and the gorrilla is. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-113483132884402410?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/113483132884402410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=113483132884402410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113483132884402410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113483132884402410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-came-back-from-king-kong.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-113421938568903861</id><published>2005-12-10T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T20:56:26.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In My Father's Den,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; borrowed from kiki. what a sobber and a ball of misunderstanding. but a clever film. matthew mcfadyen looks hot wet from the rain again. dang! kiki, you should have warned me. just sitting in front of the computer now, not wanting to watch television, surf the net and not wanting to do assignments the very most.  hmmph..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-113421938568903861?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/113421938568903861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=113421938568903861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113421938568903861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113421938568903861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/12/watched-in-my-fathers-den-borrowed.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-113419521233255154</id><published>2005-12-10T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:13:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pure Country &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yesterday. it was filmed in 1992 and man... george strait was really hot then. yeah, he is still now.  the movie was good, he played dusty, this rising country music star who abruptly left his successful music career to get in touch with his soul ' where the balck tops ends'. it's like a hallmark-ish heartwarming film, where guys are nice, sweet and sensitive. hahaha, i can say i want a hallmark husband when i grow up. but now, i have to get that movie. so it's added to the ever-growing list of things i want sujata ( the other only girl in my class in the school of monastary, i mean engineering) when she goes to the states. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-113419521233255154?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/113419521233255154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=113419521233255154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113419521233255154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113419521233255154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/12/watched-pure-country-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-113405653027456952</id><published>2005-12-08T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:45:15.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIIII!!!!!!!! I'm back!!!!!! From sudden death, that is. Laziness took the better of me so i stopped. But now I've the huuge urge to post again! :) I logged on 10 minutes before i start creating this post. Couldn't take my eyes away from the template. Hot guys materialises one after another, and i thought ' hey, this is better than the TV'. SO THANKYOUKIXIEFORCREATINGTHISBEAUTIFULEFFECTSWHICHCANMAKEMYEYES&lt;br /&gt;GLUEDTOTHESCREENFORHOURS.. muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last entry was in august ( ok fine, way before that. that date is probably when kiki logged on to change the template for me) so there is a ginormous gap of activities for those missing months. I'll fill it up eventually. OH! i need to spill my guts about keith urban. those of you who have fallen victim for all my moaning and complains, will know. that will be su and steph. kix, u're my long-suffering buddy. yen rong, i'll tell u when i see you online ( i actually did see you online, and then off again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, i'm le tired. So. Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-113405653027456952?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/113405653027456952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=113405653027456952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113405653027456952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/113405653027456952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/12/hiiii-im-back-from-sudden-death-that.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110707184814180332</id><published>2005-01-30T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T15:57:28.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Before You - Chantal Kreviazuk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby before you&lt;br /&gt;Well I was bad news&lt;br /&gt;In letting me love you&lt;br /&gt;I think I can get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby before you&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared&lt;br /&gt;I was a train wreck waiting to happen&lt;br /&gt;On the way to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I think it's kind of funny that you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that I'm crazy then you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;The end of the world&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Being a girl&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now honey around youI'm feeling so good&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you picked me up out of the rough&lt;br /&gt;And you polished me up and made me brand new&lt;br /&gt;Now baby before you ho ho&lt;br /&gt;There was just a black hole&lt;br /&gt;Yah I was beat down blacked out&lt;br /&gt;My darling you couldn't even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ever since I met you on a cloudy Monday&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;The end of the world&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Life as a girl&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I met you on a cloudy Monday&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;The end of the world&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Life as a girl&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and now I think I'll get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! The song is so sweet. I'll kill to have a sweet guy like that. The hubba hubba school better open fast! I think I'll put up this song soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110707184814180332?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110707184814180332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110707184814180332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110707184814180332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110707184814180332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/01/before-you-chantal-kreviazuk-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110693162606208303</id><published>2005-01-29T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:10:48.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a random about something me and Sheryl, my fellow nutter, IJ mate from MGS. Like me, she was in a girls' school for 10 years. I think most of my other IJ mates are from co-ed school so they are more proper type except for my OG, crazy bunch of people.You guys rock! Sheryl, in a way, reminds me of friends from St Marg's. So anyways, we were walking to the canteen from Maths lecture in LT4. Lecture Theatre 4 is a total Antarctica. Even St. Marg's aircon in the school hall turned on for O Levels must take it's hat of it. ( eeks..imagine an aircon taking it's hat off, so cute!) You can trade places from LT 4 to Antarctica and you can't even feel the difference. So naturally, I was wearing my dark green SMPS school jacket, close to the warmest I have which is the huge cushiony kind. I do not wish to look like a cream puff in the school, thank you very much. So anyways, Sheryl saw the two triangular reflectors on my jacket, so I explained that it'd be safe for little primary school kids to cross the roads at night where the cars can see them coming. And the topic shifted to the secondary school jacket and we began laughing like some maniacs. Think about it, the secondary school jacket is black and has no reflectors. Can you already smell the rat and guess the ulterior motives of prefects who designed it? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110693162606208303?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110693162606208303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110693162606208303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110693162606208303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110693162606208303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/01/heres-random-about-something-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110693314223340028</id><published>2005-01-29T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:27:48.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song currently playing : Unbreak my heart by Il Divo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hot guys from different parts of the world who wear suits so nicely and can sing. What more do you want? Muy clásico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110693314223340028?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110693314223340028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110693314223340028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110693314223340028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110693314223340028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/01/song-currently-playing-unbreak-my.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110674331615401781</id><published>2005-01-26T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:52:53.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Mommy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I get to skip school today to go to ICA ( Immigration and Checkpoint Authority) to apply for Singapore Citizenship. I wasn't really keen of being one, but apparently it's easier to travel around the world with a Singapore passport. And that I didn't mind. Anyways, I thought skipping school means sleeping in. But I had to wake up at some ungodly hours ( try 5.20) and by artificial light. Singapore government should take note that waking up to artificial lights long-term has some mental side effects and SHOULD LET US ALL GO TO SCHOOL AT 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways during the interview, my dad missed out the part about school documents so we ended up driving to St Marg's to get a letter from the office and headed for Coronation Plaza for lunch. Ahhh...really miss the place! We later went to the German Marketplace to get some food. I saw this Strawberry Yoghurt Chocolate by BODYSHOP. Something sick about the packaging is that the girl on the cover was holding up the bottle of Bodyshop's strawberry shower gel. Yikes! Fancy gulping down that shower gel. But hey, apparently Bodyshop does not only take care of your extrail, but entrail too. So I bought the chocolate and some ham. And here goes the best part: When I entered the shop, there was this really cute AM doing some groccery shopping. As I was about to leave, he was going to the same direction and the aisle is impossible for 2 to go at once. I was going to let him go first, when he had this &lt;strong&gt;really adorable grin and said " After you" with the silly hand gesture&lt;/strong&gt;. AHH! So cute!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I must be feeling really bold then because I replied " Thank you" with the same gusto. My first encounter with a hottie for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis went back to school after that ( wonder who in the right mind will do that, especially on the day with no test) And I met her after her classes to get to IMM to get birthday present for my mom. We got her this diamond pendant from SK. And I really felt the large burning hole in my pocket but it was really worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rejoin my parents to go to Taka for Sushi Tei. And on the way, we decide to get a cake from Crystal Jade. And there, right at the entrance was the HOTTEST ASIAN GUY I have ever seen, besides actors/singers of course. If you know me, I don't really go for guys on the asian continent (except sand men) unless I know the person. But that guy without a doubt was really hot. He was really tall, long-ish hair and fair skin. Yeah, that sounds weird and especially for guys to have fair skin. But he looks really good fair, probably a model too. And he was wearing a cap so I couldn't really have a good, long look at his face without gawking obviously. He looks distantly familiar too. What if he's an actor? Should have ask him for his autograph. Sadly, if there were more guys like him in Asia, I ain't going nowhere. Hehehe. So that was the second encounter of a hottie for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have more hottie encounters to forget ahem and gasp. ( Ask Bel!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110674331615401781?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110674331615401781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110674331615401781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110674331615401781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110674331615401781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-mommy-hahaha-i-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110632423609046120</id><published>2005-01-21T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T00:17:16.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went over to Steph's place today for a Gerard Butler marathon for Timeline, Tomb Raider and Reign of Fire. We went downstairs to Cold Storage to get *some munchies. (* Note: The word 'some' is used for self-comfort)&lt;br /&gt;We bought :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 2 Supa Shake&lt;br /&gt;2) 1 Bag of Ruffles ( BBQ)&lt;br /&gt;3) 1 bottle of Salsa&lt;br /&gt;4) 2 Kinder Bueno&lt;br /&gt;5) 1 Tub of Ben &amp; Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough&lt;br /&gt;6) 1 Pack of Chips Ahoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Cost : $27.85&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity Cost : Loses the sense of healthiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie marathon was really funny, we yayed whenever we see Gerard on screen, and booed whenver he kisses the actress(es), and times when I scratched Snoopy ( Steph's dog) behind her ears when she begged for the chips which were too salty for the old girl. There was this special features in Tomb Raider which was Gerard Butler's screen test, where he acted the scene in the prison but with his curly hair. And in deleted scenes, there was an alternate ending. Recall that Gerard was shot in Tomb Raider in the end. So me and Steph were hoping that he was designed not to die....and oh he did. Just that he was shot by a &lt;strong&gt;different person. &lt;/strong&gt;That guy is really doomed to die. The only difference is that the original ending, he died a hero and the theatrical ending he died a villain. So after the movies, I left Steph's place as a happy person and million calories heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110632423609046120?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110632423609046120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110632423609046120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110632423609046120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110632423609046120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-went-over-to-stephs-plac_110632423609046120.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110632248650768379</id><published>2005-01-21T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:48:06.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT A NEW HANDPHONE! hahaha. Just came back from the HELLO shop with my new baby. It's a Sony Ericsson K508i, and I remember the model very clearly because I have to repeat that to 3 salespeople twice. I hope it wouldn't have a tragic end like my other electronic gadget, my discman, which is on it's last breath. Guess what? My phone has MP3 player function. And guess again, it can only play 5 songs. hahaha. So I'm banging hard to plead with my parents for a MP3 player for birthday. Oh my gosh, I sound like an over-priviledged brat. Okies, shall put off with the idea of having MP3 player ( for a while). Back to the phone, I was scrolling down it's preset pictures, and I came across the word " KILT" ( and Bel's ears perk up right here)  and it is indeed a picture of a kilt, or rather, more like a piece of tartan as it's not on a Scot. ( it is sort of suspended in the whiteness of the background). Kilt without a Scot is like one without the signifant other. Believe me, it's quite sad indeed. Ok, now I have to decode my phone and figure out how to put my Happy House Frog which I bought with Yen Rong on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110632248650768379?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110632248650768379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110632248650768379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110632248650768379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110632248650768379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-got-new-handphone-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110612683275311106</id><published>2005-01-19T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T17:27:12.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song currently playing : Do you believe in magic? by Lovin' Spoon&lt;/strong&gt; ( don't ask )&lt;br /&gt;Watched Virtual Mom yesterday and was inspired by the oldies used in the film. hahaha. I might be back to My Girl craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110612683275311106?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110612683275311106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110612683275311106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110612683275311106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110612683275311106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/01/song-currently-playing-do-you-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110597350041988222</id><published>2005-01-17T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T19:52:22.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh! There's sudden blast of culture in my school! I went to school as usual at 7.45am. Assembly starts at 7.45am promptly but no one seems to care. People can still stroll in at 8. I was expecting the weird fusion of the celtic song played with seemingly chinese orchestra instruments. That song has a really fast tempo to give us the sense of urgency but no one seems to care ( again). I was totally shocked, in a extremely way, when I realised it was Lift The Wings, music from Riverdance. I can never thought of a song from an Irish dance troupe playing in Woodlands ( somehow I don't associate Woodlands as part of Singapore, might as well be in Timbaktu) . That some piece of music which me and Kirsten love and hate at the same time. Loving it as it is a terrific song and Morgan Crowley for being a fantastic singer,  and hating it for it's *ahem visual. Luckily it was just instrumental because I could really scream if I hear his voice and IJ will just send a deranged girl off to the counsellor. hahaha. Naturally, I turned to share my joy with others around, hoping to see a sign of a delightful grin to match mine. And that was when my CG mate burst my bubble. " Is that the song from Titanic?" Never mind...I tried to explain/ educate her about celtic music, she went " eh? What's Riverdance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject was immediately dropped like a hot potato. ( hot potato...Bana! sorry can't help myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110597350041988222?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110597350041988222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110597350041988222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110597350041988222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110597350041988222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/01/ahh-theres-sudden-blast-of-culture-in.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110586212543581798</id><published>2005-01-16T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T15:55:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Continuation of the gawk entry, I can't believe I left this out. * Slaps forehead. Kirsten got me this oh-my-gosh-i-can't-stop-gawking present from Italy. It's 2005 calendar and what's even better still are the pictures of Vatican priests. Nope, they are not the middle-aged, father figure kind. They are the&lt;strong&gt; hot&lt;/strong&gt; Italiano kind, 20+ in ages. I thought the high black collars are only good-looking on actors pretending to be priest. Like the actor in the Exorcist ( 1973). But it's applicable to almost all Italians. Thanks Kirsten for the pressie. :) Like she said, no wonder Italians are true to their faith ( Roman Catholic).  Just think of these really good-looking priests in all corners of the Vatican City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110586212543581798?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110586212543581798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110586212543581798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110586212543581798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110586212543581798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/01/continuation-of-gawk-entry-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110580411027411566</id><published>2005-01-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T13:45:42.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disclaimer : This is Gawkalot speaking and entry below has a high gawk value. Viewer's Discretion is Advised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it is definitely Gerard Butler week for me. I have been watching Reign of Fire for the 3rd time this week. I think he has the best of him there. The accent, the eyes, the sense of humour and not to mention CURLY HAIR. hahaha. Went over to Kirsten's place to watch Dracula 2000 ( surprise, surprise) for the 2nd time, but he was too clean-shaven there so I think Stuart Townsend can pull that off better than he did in Queen of the Damned. Gosh..there was this scene when Dracula was following Lucy home. Ahh..such cuteness. I would have grab him and lock him and me in the house forever. Hahaha. Ok, better compose myself. :P Tomb Raider: Cradle of Life was a little different. He didn't have his curly hair, he was in fact near to baldness. But he looks really lanky and buff at the same time. But somehow he is the &lt;strong&gt;hottest &lt;/strong&gt;there. &lt;strong&gt;BLACK LEATHER JACKET/ SUNGLASSES ALERT!&lt;/strong&gt; Definitely calling it the motorbike outfit&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; It was so cute to see him disappointed that he almost got laid. haha. But I was like YES! ( If Kirsten and Steph were there, we'll probably do it simultaneously) It was set in Hong Kong, so he spoke a little Chinese too. Strangely, not bad for a Scot coz I could understand him. But it was really funny " I lost my friend. Have you seen her?" . Think Chinese with Scottish accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I noticed there's certain trend with Gerard roles. Here goes the spoiler, he either dies or vanishes. 3 out of 4 I've watched, he dies. Tomb Raider : he was shot. Reign of Fire : he was blown up. Dracula 2000 : he was hung. Quite morbid and depressing. So never watch the endings of his movies. But their gawk values are really sky-rocketing high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110580411027411566?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110580411027411566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110580411027411566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110580411027411566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110580411027411566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/01/disclaimer-this-is-gawkalot-speaking.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110520312743880807</id><published>2005-01-09T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T00:54:02.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought my 'white-based' shoes ( Skechers), and it's silver. Figured to play smart if they ask why my shoes aren't white. " They are metallic white, " I'd say. Since they didn't specify which sort of white. hehe. Went to Kiki's place this afternoon to watch (more of gawk) at Julian Sands and the Italian extras in A Room With A View. We were watching ROTK extras, with Dom pretending to be a German interviewer and asked Elijah Wood some really funny questions and the poor dude didn't know it was him. That will definitely be a reason to buy the DVD instead of VCD. Just as I was watching the most exciting part, my gawk heaven wound up and went home when my mom asked me to accompany her to Giant. Double Drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be starting my lessons next week and PE lesson might be on Monday. That's one I'm definitely not looking forward to especially after a visit to the Sports School's humongous track. There was CCA flea market on Friday and I signed up for 5, Choir, English Drama, Canoeing, Softball and Musicians' Club aka Jamming. I'm not deciding til I have attended all of their meetings but choir and drama are higher on the list. Orientations have been fun, but I only know some people like those in my OG and some from my buddy group. It's going to be so different from St Marg's where I can just wave to anyone from the Sec 4 level. Just as I realised dismissal at 3.30 wasn't so bad, the sitting arrangement is working quite well, knowing that the Malay stall wouldn't disappoint me whenever I buy from there and finding Shangri-La in the cup milo ( as I told Kirsten ) , I was yanked out of there and place in somewhere foreign. I wasn't even used to the neighbourhood. But at least when Steph starts school, I can look forward to hanging out with her once in a while. Upon every cloud, there's a silver lining perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen Rong left for Perth on 3rd Jan, I'm going to miss her to bits. At least she'll be here again in December, so something else to look forward to this, otherwise a strange year. I'm definitely isolated from the rest of the world with my school, and here's the prove : yen rong actually informed me on Thursday that &lt;strong&gt;Jude Law is now engaged to Sienna Miller&lt;/strong&gt;! Noooo....... Must keep my mind elsewhere now before it drives me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is OC showing again or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110520312743880807?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110520312743880807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110520312743880807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110520312743880807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110520312743880807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-bought-my-white-based-shoes-skechers.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110515897539145589</id><published>2005-01-08T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T12:36:15.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH....I'M HERE! FINITO! School has been fun but really tiring. We are let off at 6 almost everyday and with the fact that it's located in Woodlands, it makes it seem longer. Being spent 10 years in all-girls school, it was definitely a culture shock for me. First, because of the boys I felt like we're having a super sized church camp and second, when I'm sitting down on the floor, whenever I look up and see trousers, I thought they were teachers. bang dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OG ( orientation group ) is Centaurus, under Boreas ( Blue) . I think they thought there's a 'nova' in the school's name so they name all the groups after constellations/stars. My OG has 14 people, 12 girls and &lt;strong&gt;2 boys. &lt;/strong&gt;So I was pretty comfy with the group. For the ice breakers games on day one, we weren't that enthu. But for the heritage chase ( we are only few days old, where did we get the heritage?) aka Amazing Race, we came in 7/40! Alright~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And came Camp Fire night yesterday, with the usual talent night and crowning of Mr and Miss Innova, except that there was a twist, Miss Innova is for the guys and Mr Innova is for the girls. I had never seen so many cross-dressers til last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my subject combination. I chose A21: Econs, Hist,Maths (GP, MT) and A33 : Econs,Hist, Lit ( GP,MT,Maths AO). And the postings came out yesterday. I was given Econs, &lt;strong&gt;GEOG,&lt;/strong&gt;Maths. Like they see a geog in my options. Told my OGF about it and he thinks it's an error and brought the matter over to the Teacher-in-charge. But the thing is that there isn't anyone else who is posted to A21 and my friend who chose the same option also had the different same option. ( if you know what I mean) So I wouldn't know til Monday. *Keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110515897539145589?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110515897539145589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110515897539145589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110515897539145589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110515897539145589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/01/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110458975636190879</id><published>2005-01-01T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:29:55.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh...the entry of the year. it doesn't seem that long. I watched Phantom of the Opera (again) with Yen Rong, Elisa, Deborah and her sister yesterday, and pointed out to her the cute masquerade guy in the movie who both Steph and I gawked over. He has the black and white mask with short hair and did a little solo scene. hehehe. After which, me and Yen Rong ate at Marche. Ribeye (New Zealand citizen cow) for me and Lamb Shanks for Yen Rong, which she dubs ' Malaysian goat' because it tasted just like mutton. Yen Rong has to go back on 3rd Jan and I'm going to miss that girl. *sobz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110458975636190879?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110458975636190879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110458975636190879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110458975636190879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110458975636190879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2005/01/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110440718793754675</id><published>2004-12-30T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T19:46:27.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently Playing : Sentada Aqui En Mi Alma ( Seated here in my soul)  By Chayanne.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm straying a little away from my Spanish Flamenco blog theme to Latin America. But I really like this song. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110440718793754675?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110440718793754675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110440718793754675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110440718793754675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110440718793754675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/12/currently-playing-sentada-aqui-en-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110408524296064178</id><published>2004-12-27T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:36:09.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with Yen Rong at Orchard at 3 today. She gave me some christmas presents, namely BIG pack of M&amp;M ( Shrek versh) with these pretty green M&amp;amp;Ms with dots. That just remind of St Marg's. And other stuff include, Impulse Body Spray, STRAWBERRY flavoured. I love everything strawberry! From the shape, smell, taste to  colour! EVERYTHING ABOUT IT! *pulls self sharply back to earth. Also, some really nice chocolates and a popper. ( to yenn : I know what is in the chocolate, popping candy right? hahaha, love it. And I'm quite surprised you can actually part with your spidey popper. :) We go out tomorrow yeah? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Kirsten is back, yeah! Gotta tell me all about Italian scenery *ahem k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110408524296064178?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110408524296064178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110408524296064178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110408524296064178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110408524296064178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/12/went-out-with-yen-rong-at-orchard-at-3.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110344656908557506</id><published>2004-12-19T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T16:56:09.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* chants to my brain to remember.  Must record Road trip on Tuesday at 8...don't need the bikini bimbo....just Joshua Bell's home will do.....must accomplish that....otherwise no David Bisbal from Italy.......hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110344656908557506?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110344656908557506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110344656908557506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110344656908557506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110344656908557506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/12/chants-to-my-brain-to-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110344565963347065</id><published>2004-12-19T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T16:40:59.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now Playing : Bella y La Bestia by David Bisbal y Chenoa ( Operacion Triunfo )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110344565963347065?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110344565963347065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110344565963347065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110344565963347065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110344565963347065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/12/now-playing-bella-y-la-bestia-by-david.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110344471468516067</id><published>2004-12-19T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T16:52:37.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh! On Friday at 10am, I was anticipating for the results of posting to JCs. I was pretty darn sure that it was going to be Pioneer JC because 1) I met the L1R5 requirements 2) It was my first choice. Oh yeah, so I got a bad shock when I realised it was Innova " Space Station" JC aka That Thing ( for a moment) The strange thing was that i missed all other 20 point max. JCs i.e Serangoon, Yishun...and landed straight there. I put Innova (Arts) as my last choice just to fill in the blank. It was like a bad joke that backfired. I really have to thank The One Who Shall Not Be Mentioned. Sarah Tham, Anna, and Petrina will be going there so it didn't seem that bad anymore. Besides, SAS is at a walkable distance. Mwahahaha. So Woodlands will be the place I would travel to practically everyday for the first 3 months. Strangely enough, it's the place I rarely go too. Kirsten will be in SAJC ( check out their rugby team girl! ) and Belda will be in Millennia ( very very near Ha Ra's place and CIS :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Yen Rong yesterday to watch Without A Paddle. We were supposed to meet up with Natalia and Steph after the movie, but Steph couldn't make it. It was a really hilarious movie, unexpected but funny. We met Natalia later to take neoprint. When we came out of the machine to decorate the pictures, we found out at only one picture came out and that is without Natalia. ( She was trying to change the backdrop) We then realised that we were &lt;strong&gt;supposed to choose the pictures first before coming out. &lt;/strong&gt;oh yeah, another little something Murphy did to diversify my life. We saw Debbie Fang, Petrina and Stephanie ( Tan) later and the whole lot of us took neoprints again. Speaking of which Yen Rong, I found something for you in Jurong Point. Hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I mourn for the loss of your pink scissors Kirsten. Wonder what they will do to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110344471468516067?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110344471468516067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110344471468516067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110344471468516067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110344471468516067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/12/eh-on-friday-at-10am-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110344235857470132</id><published>2004-12-19T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T15:47:41.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm Already There - Lonestar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called her on the road&lt;br /&gt;From a lonely, cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear her say&lt;br /&gt;I love you one more time&lt;br /&gt;When he heard the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of the kids laughing in the background&lt;br /&gt;He had to wipe away a tear from his eye&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice came on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Said daddy when you coming home&lt;br /&gt;He said the first thing that came to his mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm already there&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around&lt;br /&gt;I'm the sunshine in your hair&lt;br /&gt;I'm the shadow on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm the whisper in the wind&lt;br /&gt;I'm your imaginary friend&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm in your prayers&lt;br /&gt;oh I'm already there&lt;br /&gt;She got back on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Said I really miss you darlin&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the kids&lt;br /&gt;They'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Lying right there beside you&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll be in your dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I'll gently kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;Touch you with my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;So turn out the light and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm already there&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;I'm the beat in your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm the moonlight shining down&lt;br /&gt;I'm the whisper in the wind&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there til the end&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the love that we share&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm already there&lt;br /&gt;We may be a thousand miles apart&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;I'm already there&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around&lt;br /&gt;I'm the sunshine in your hair&lt;br /&gt;I'm the shadow on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm the whisper in the wind&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there til the end&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the love that we share&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm already there&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm already&lt;br /&gt;There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110344235857470132?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110344235857470132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110344235857470132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110344235857470132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110344235857470132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-already-there-lonestar-he-called.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110321451183749860</id><published>2004-12-17T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T00:28:31.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After reading Kirsten's bad day, I decided to add my own. I went for my lessons as usual, and lunch later on. However, I had this HUGE stomachache that I couldn't explain why I got it. I would have forgave it for hurting if it was the TOTM but it wasn't. Just then, I thought of this programme that I watch on Discovery Channel about foetus in foetu ( foetus in another foetus present as a parasite. it is the unborn/unform twin of the living human) The first signs are acute stomachaches. So I became a leetle creeped out. (hey, 98% of left-handers are usually formed as twins in the womb) But hey, as if that wasn't enough, I couldn't eat my lunch. It's usually impossible for my case. It was right there before my eyes, I just couldn't gulp it down. I was tormented by the smell of it and the sight of my mom pigging out in front of me. So I was feeling like that all the way, from Mango (the shop, not the fruit. But I like 'em both) to Suntec City. I managed to lug myself home to hear my grandpa clock chime 6 times and hey, the ache just disappears with each stroke. &lt;strong&gt;THANKS A LOT MR. THANKSALOT/MURPHY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if, I was feeling sorry for myself enough. I walked past my sis's room just now and saw about near 20 little sea monkeys swimming and THRIVING in their little habitat tank. While mine is non-existent. Thank you so very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110321451183749860?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110321451183749860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110321451183749860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110321451183749860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110321451183749860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/12/after-reading-kirstens-bad-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110295536249928048</id><published>2004-12-14T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T00:36:44.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stumbled on Yahoo mainpage just now and saw this advertisement for new Launch video by Nelly and Tim McGraw. Eh? How did that come about? If I was a middle-aged Country singer, I would never want to be in the same lift as a 20-something year old, punkass R&amp;B/Rap singer, let alone do a song with him. And worst of all, it's Nelly featuring Tim McGraw, like as if Tim McGraw is a rookie in the music industry. One of the mismatch duets record companies come up with. Hah! Another I'm still seething over is that duet David Bisbal did with Jessica Simpson at the Latin Grammy Awards. Oh my gosh, that woman still thinks she's single and available. I forgive David coz he's just being a Spaniard and all. Hahaha, bias bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew...at least Tim McGraw is not in the same screen as Nelly and he still get to keep his cowboy hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110295536249928048?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110295536249928048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110295536249928048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110295536249928048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110295536249928048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/12/stumbled-on-yahoo-mainpage-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110294956788599757</id><published>2004-12-13T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T22:52:47.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with Yen Rong on Saturday at 12pm. That girl's plane landed at 6am on Saturday, and boy, she still looks chirpy. ( I can't figure that out) She gave me a whole bunch of stuff ( Thanks very much girl! :) ) We went to watch movie and were on our full AMA-craze mode. hehehe. It was sooo good to see her again. Hehehe, must go out more often. Oh yeah Yen Rong, the day to go to Little India dressed as tourists. You choose ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Kirsten is leaving Singapore for Italy on Saturday. I'll miss her. And hey, don't elope with an Italiano without me ok? And don't give the Pope heart attack, by gawking at his private Swiss army when you see them too. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly....Happy (belated) Sixteen Steph!!! Hopefully you will be one year wiser and prettier. I'll be 17 two months later. mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110294956788599757?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110294956788599757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110294956788599757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110294956788599757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110294956788599757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/12/went-out-with-yen-rong-on-saturday-at.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110217919870129220</id><published>2004-12-05T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T00:53:18.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! Yen Rong is coming! yadayadayada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the prom, I went back to my old boring self ( Kirsten did too)  Spending hours mindlessly in front of the computer and telly, trying so hard not to think about January the 3rd and so on. When I see Hallmark advertising Christmas movies, I don't see the Santa, the tree and mistletoe, the thought is more of Christmas is only  7 days away from starting The Routine all over, the only catch is that no more familiar faces. That's a pretty scary thought. So I have to enjoy this holz while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have been taking Burmese writing classes since 2nd December. It's pretty silly though, I know how to speak and all but just not reading and writing. Worst still, my class is full of 7 yr olds. The only adults are these 2 men old enough to be my dad. Bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, you are so going to kill me. I like Ralph Fiennes too ( along with his brother Joseph Fiennes)  I made a mistake of watching Red Dragon and Maid in Manhattan on the same day. Darn HBO. So I got Ralph overdose. He was so adorable in both movies, one as a psychotic serial killer who thinks he's ugly and disfigured ( hah! I would pay a million bucks to assure him that he's not and in fact, quite the opposite) and another as a single, handsome, cultured Senator. ( I find that deal too good to be true. So I like him in Red Dragon better. In the movie, he've got a huge dragon tattoo on his back that runs down to his ahem...and boy, nice ahem. See? only Brit actors can pull that through very nicely.) Ok, better stop my gawking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110217919870129220?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110217919870129220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110217919870129220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110217919870129220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110217919870129220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/12/yay-yen-rong-is-coming-yadayadayada.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110165817137382939</id><published>2004-11-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T00:09:31.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That is it. I'm a sadist. I've watched How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days (Keith Urban movie! ok, he wasn't inside the movie, but his Somebody Like You was in. It's sort of like A Knight's Tale being James Purefoy movie)  and I realised that one thing about romantic comedies are that the feuding couples ended up kissing and making up. Take Ben ( Matthew McConaughey) and Andie ( Kate Hudson ) for example, both lied and deceived each other and they SHOULDN'T just get back together. I prefer the conclusionin Tattoo, a Love Story. The woman ( Sara) , she broke Virgil's heart. But she wanted to get back with him later before she goes for her road trip , unlike other movies, he said to wait and see things through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara :   So can I see you when I come back?&lt;br /&gt;Virgil : You'll be a new person and so will I be.&lt;br /&gt;Sara :  Can my new person see your new person?&lt;br /&gt;Virgil : Why don't we let them decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh....this is more like it. Okies, I'm officially a sadistic person. But I have to fight it out with Belda for that title. So Bel, choose your battle scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110165817137382939?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110165817137382939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110165817137382939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110165817137382939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110165817137382939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/11/that-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110156530465607154</id><published>2004-11-27T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T22:21:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should have written this long ago, but hey I was waiting for my fingers to do serious typing without much crap. Went with Kirsten, her mom and Belda to Esplanade to watch Mama Mia! on Tuesday. We thought to make it like dress rehearsal so we wore our prom shoes. Oh boy, we were like doing the two-step without the gracefulness, at least I was. Mama Mia! was nice to watch, but the hilarity comes from the guy selling the souvenir programme. He was chanting ' souvenir programme' in this sing-song tone. We were making jokes and laughing at him so much that we couldn't even stand looking at him in the face. Kirsten's mom was like saying if he does " voulez-vous...programme! cd!" he would probably be in the musical already. ( Songs from Mama Mia are those from Abba). The lead actor Skye was a curly, so my heart skipped a beat whenever I see him. hehe. During the half-time ( actually I have no idea what it's called, but half-time sounds like it's for a ball game), we went over to the band pit hoping to catch a glimpse of the peeps that are making the racket, causing us near deafness ( actually we were pretty near the speakers that's why). BUT I saw a Vanity Fair magazine with Jude Law on it..Ahhhh. It was on the drums, and I suddenly wished my arms were 3 feet longer, or be there when they dispose the magazine. Speaking of the band, the conductor is pretty good-looking. mwahahaha. Another cutie there was the one sitting 4 rows front. Kirsten's mom thought we were talking about the guy with the big hair in the front. I wonder how are the hottie's ears after the musical, he was so much near the speakers than we were. Mama Mia! was a great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I just collected me prom dress today and it turned out to be fantastic! I don't want to describe it here so I will only reveal after I have wore it on Monday. Hush Hush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110156530465607154?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110156530465607154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110156530465607154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110156530465607154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110156530465607154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-should-have-written-this-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-110126877575267971</id><published>2004-11-24T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T22:29:28.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On November 19th, i thought when i stepped out of that Antarctic-al hall was "eh?". Until I saw girls hugging and screaming, it occured to me that THAT THING was over. So I let out a " YAAAAAAY!"&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to Sushi Tei at Taka to pig out with my family. You see, during the prepping for Os, it's study and pig out. But now, it's just pig out. And there I saw Angel ( my primary 6 friend)sitting opposite me. She looks slightly different than when she was 12 (DUH!), so I didn't wave at her to prevent risking mistaken identity. That can be the most embarrasssing thing that can happen to a homo sapien. But Angel did first so I was like waving to her " Bingo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to raid Kinokuniya later. ( another must thing after exams) And I FINALLY got Piano Tuner. I was at the cashier when there was this girl standing too close to my private space. I turned and it was Natalia, i let out a little "ah...", actually that was because I was a little spooked out by someone standing too close. But I hope she thought it was because I was pleasantly surprised to see her. She looks slightly different now. Girly and pretty. But hey, I WAS happy to see her. This day was like the meeting of the 'olds' . As Kirsten babbled out, " Get rid of the olds!" - Cultural Revolution. Hehehe. That girl still have history in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-110126877575267971?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/110126877575267971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=110126877575267971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110126877575267971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/110126877575267971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/11/on-november-19th-i-thought-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109789374635374215</id><published>2004-10-16T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T00:15:02.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Graduation ceremony was a blast on last Thursday. I love the presentation they put up for it, especially for Miss Siti and Mr Ng. They go something like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Miss Siti : Miss Siti, we will be reminded of you when we go to Jurong Birdpark. You have eyes like a hawk... as wise as an owl...and as caring as a mother hen.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mr Ng : Some expectations of him. Remember his five expectations he fired at us on the first physics lesson when we were all innocent sec 3 girls? Expectation no.1 : ' Tell me the truth and nothing but the truth" yep, here's a few of our expectations of him :&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't be Confucius when you're confused&lt;br /&gt;2. It's who does this ruler belong to, not who belongs to this ruler.&lt;br /&gt;3. A protractor can't 'protract' u from the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a good ceremony, sad thing that sec 3 were not present due to their exams so we can't rub it in their faces that we're graduating. i took a bunch of pictures with teachers and pals, and the reception was good ( for school), they had these mini eclairs. This is the period where we are suposed to be settled in and studying. But somehow it hasn't dawn on me yet. Hopefully it wouldn't take a long time til near Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109789374635374215?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109789374635374215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109789374635374215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109789374635374215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109789374635374215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/10/graduation-ceremony-was-blast-on-last.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109729213813734928</id><published>2004-10-09T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T11:23:33.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had an eggful week after such a loong while, eating eggs of all sorts: poached, scrambled, hard boiled, omelette..yummy! If you don't know me and happen to read this entry, thinking that Singapore is some poverty-stricken land part of China, nope, it's not true. We can eat all the juiciest parts of a chicken flown from all over the world but just not eggs driven from our neighbour next door. Malaysia had bird flu that's why. My mom was really irritated about the price inflation of the eggs ( $6+ for 12 eggs where we can get $1.20 for 10) and she was like " I can't understand the mad rush on stocking eggs, I'm sure we can live without eating them for a while.." and my family was like " YEAH!", but as days go by ( kix, familiar?), we were more of..&lt;br /&gt;" yep! But I love it when my omelette has cheese"&lt;br /&gt;" yes, I agree but I wonder if quil eggs taste the same as chicken eggs"&lt;br /&gt;"ok, but mom, do you mind splurging a little to get those eggs?"&lt;br /&gt;"whatever you say! I want eggs!"&lt;br /&gt;Our resistance just wavered. But now, egg eating is all back.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I totally agree that life is like The Sims and I am one of the Sims being controlled. For instance, if you have read my previous blog.. you would know that I'm going to have a long vacation with activities planned blah blah blah..But just as I had resigned to my fate and get over that I can't get into a JC and I was ACTUALLY anticipating a JC-less period of time, it was known that they would moderate everyone from 23-21 to get into a JC. Not sure if it would include me but there's a possibilty. I felt really irritated at that, now that I've planned everything. pah... but I'm still going to stick to learning Flamenco. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109729213813734928?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109729213813734928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109729213813734928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109729213813734928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109729213813734928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-had-eggful-week-after-such-loong.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109681305868451658</id><published>2004-10-03T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T22:17:38.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like this song since my sis let me listen to it. Its lyrics is touching, I have trying to find means to put the song on my blog but so far no such luck. If the lyrics can make you tear, the song can make you weep and the MTV can certainly make you tear.&lt;br /&gt;To listen to the song : &lt;a href="http://www.pianoladynancy.com/concrete_angel.htm"&gt;http://www.pianoladynancy.com/concrete_angel.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martina McBride - Concrete Angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks to school with the lunch she packed.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows what she's holdin' back.&lt;br /&gt;Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;She hides the bruises with linen and lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher wonders...but she doesn't ask.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see the pain behind the mask.&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the burden of a secret storm.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she wishes she was never born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrous:&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind and the rain...&lt;br /&gt;She stands hard as a stone.&lt;br /&gt;In a world that she can't rise above.&lt;br /&gt;But her dreams...give her wings.&lt;br /&gt;And she flies to a place where she's loved.&lt;br /&gt;Concrete angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody cries in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors hear...but they turn out the lights.&lt;br /&gt;A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statue stands in a shaded place.&lt;br /&gt;An angel girl with an upturned face.&lt;br /&gt;A name is written on a polished rock.&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart that the world forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pianoladynancy.com/concrete_angel.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109681305868451658?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109681305868451658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109681305868451658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109681305868451658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109681305868451658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-like-this-song-since-my-sis-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109678688269653314</id><published>2004-10-03T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T15:01:22.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are the movies that are coming soon and I want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Vanity Fair. 2 words : James Purefoy. I'm probably going to watch this movie a few times, going with different friends who wants to watch this. Person sitting beside me beware, my fingernails will dig into you whenever Becky Sharp kisses Rawdon Crawley aka James Purefoy. Kirsten would want to watch it for Jonathan Rhys-Meyers. BUT....his character is a play boy so he might be flirting with Becky Sharp although he has a sweetheart Amelia Sedley played by Romola Garai. Maybe she is the only one to consider him as her sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Wimbledon. Paul Bettany and his accent. What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Princess Diaries : Royal Engagement. I would be watching it for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sky Captain : Jude Law.yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Les Choristes. The soundtrack is superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Ladder 49. Joaquin Phoenix, Joaquin Phoenix, Joaquin Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Probably Alexander. I would be cursing Colin Farrell to fall off his ' noble steed'  and would be doing justice to the horse. mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109678688269653314?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109678688269653314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109678688269653314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109678688269653314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109678688269653314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/10/these-are-movies-that-are-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109678421370249004</id><published>2004-10-03T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T14:16:53.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently reading Vanity Fair and loathing Becky Sharp&lt;br /&gt;Currently rocking to : Where You Are by Marc Broussard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating my blog for a super duper long time. Nope, not that I was busy for past few months but rather just lazy to do so. My sis' birthday was on Friday ( HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY dearie)  and I bought her a CD, a ring, a leather bracelet and crystal earrings. A relatively happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My L1R5 for Prelims is 22 points, not good enough to go anywhere. I was upset about it although I have predicted that. But I have gotten over it and plan all the things I hope to do over The Long Vacation. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Flamenco lesson at Anchorpoint. ( Surprise surprise, I didn't know they have it at all in Singapore) One of the instructors is 27 yr old Spaniard named Angel Gomez. And those who know me. * wink wink, hint hint, smile smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hopefully French lessons. ( If it's possible, it will just be either or with the Flamenco lessons unless my parents becomes 1) oh-so generous 2) millionaire overnight 3) can't-stand-to-see-me-rotting-at-home-and-wants-me-out-of-the-house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Going to Perth for 2-month long vacation to see Yen Rong. The probability would be as high as the French lessons. But the things I can do there : 1) See Yen Rong ( literally just look at her to see if she has change over the months) 2) Learn to surf  3) The Hunt for Ian Thorpe/Eric Bana/ Heath Ledger ( don't really like him but hey, he's a star too) 4) Tan til I look like a walking boiled lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Anything to keep me busy for The Vacation. ie : movies, music, camping, being a bugger. &lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my parents agreed to all of the aboved, *quotes from Princess Bride, &lt;strong&gt;Inconceivable!&lt;/strong&gt; I would to have their brains examined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109678421370249004?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109678421370249004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109678421370249004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109678421370249004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109678421370249004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/10/currently-reading-vanity-fair-and.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109543203006500955</id><published>2004-09-17T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T22:43:28.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have the best-est (excuse my English) news today. I was channel surfing just now when I flipped to BBC news, which is not my usual channel. They were having this " In The Movies" segment where they announce the next James Bond. It is James Purefoy! I nearly jumped off my seat for joy. They showed James Purefoy in an interview for Vanity Fair (they just had to show "I'd do anything for you" clip where he was romancing Miss Sharp played by Reese Witherspoon). I couldn't help noticing that he has these nice long fingers which he kept playing with during the interview. Cool... I better start my fanmail to him now seeing that he would have a larger fan base after playing the charismatic 007. He has this habot of sending autographed movie stills of the latest film he's in. So I was hoping of getting one with him in a tuxedo in 007 than with The Ugly Sideburns in Vanity Fair.Looks like I have no choice now. But yay! I get to look forward to his another film *bobs up and down like a Mexican jumping bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109543203006500955?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109543203006500955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109543203006500955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109543203006500955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109543203006500955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-have-best-est-excuse-my-english-news.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109541038547076898</id><published>2004-09-17T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T16:39:45.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Judging from my overall performance for the prelims, I think I would have the 3 months holidays cause I don't think I can get into a JC with that kind of marks. This is the nightmarish recurrence of the Mid -Yr Exams where I got L1R5 so high, stockbroker would love the value. ( like what Mr Anthony says) I told myself to work hard and not to be like Mi-yr but I guess it would be like that. Oh never mind, come what may. At least I get to be a bugger to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109541038547076898?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109541038547076898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109541038547076898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109541038547076898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109541038547076898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/09/judging-from-my-overall-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109540745548249454</id><published>2004-09-17T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T15:50:55.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I first I did when I stepped into the house just now was to switch on my computer. After a week, the exams are unofficially over. finito. With the exception of Amaths paper 2 on Tuesday and O Levels in November. Yep, the exams are 'pretty much' over. I'll just worry about them later. The first step of celebration was to have gelato with Kirsten at Guthrie House at 6th Avenue. (Yep, Steph I could pop in and say hi but it was at 2pm so I figured you're not back yet). Just as we were digging into our little cups, the shop played Mdm Rossenah's favourite Mass Stretch music aka the hotel breakfast music cause it sounds like those instrumental things they play as you're grabbing complimentary breakfast at a hotel. We nearly regurgitate our ice creams without having to swallow them in the first place. We looked around to see if Mdm Rossenah was there as the jazzy tone played along. It almost sounded like her lecturing. It only make us feel a little guilty. Just a teeny bit as we were too busy laughing. I don't know the title or the artist but I hate him/her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109540745548249454?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109540745548249454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109540745548249454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109540745548249454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109540745548249454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-first-i-did-when-i-stepped-into.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109473222174083741</id><published>2004-09-09T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T20:17:01.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> I went to visit Steph at SAS today and I reached there about  9.50am so I missed her English class. Thankfully, because accroding to Steph, I would have to dance the salsa with her English teacher who is a jovial middle-aged man.  Phew...The first lesson I attended was Human Geography with Mr Stagg as the teacher. His lessons were so much more interesting than those conducted by Ms Kang and Ms Chia. It was very interactive and he was so humorous. He has difficulty remembering names so he had to write mine on the board.  The most embarrassing part was that my handphone rang in class and I was given the yellowcard (probably the only person who got flashed). So &lt;em&gt;pai se.&lt;/em&gt;  He calls Steph " Momoks" and me " Khine Mony" . I saw Winny and Novita later and they seemed to be adjusting really well there. The next class was AP Bio, I find the bio teacher really smart and brisk partly because I can only understand her partially and those biology terms sounded greek to a physics and chemistry person like me. The Japanese teacher was a soft-spoken lady which I could tell because when she yelled at a girl at the end of the class, the whole room went quiet. And it wasn't even that big yell Mr Lee or Mr Anthony use.  I learnt that she haven't yelled for 2 years.  Overall, I have a great  time there, although there were more than a couple of embarassing moments. Thanks Steph, for the invitation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yenn, go watch that Simpsons episode if you have the chance. See, I told you I'll mention you here. Luke from OC is a much nicer person now isn't he? It will be reflected on future episodes ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109473222174083741?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109473222174083741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109473222174083741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109473222174083741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109473222174083741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-went-to-visit-steph-at-sas-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109457231805747563</id><published>2004-09-07T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:51:58.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  It was Belda's birthday ( happy birthday girl ) yesterday so me, Kirsten and Belda met at Orchard for gelato. I got bon bon Rocher ( just love the sound of it) and the way it sat in my stomach after that, didn't feel like it was 95% fat-free. We went to E-zone to shoot some crap out of the monsters. I was wearing PE T-shirt and CCA skirt so I had to borrow Belda's jacket which I couldn't move my arms freely. The House of the Dead only can be played by 2 so I was the screaming extra "shoot it! it's jennifer love hewitt' We went to Bels' house to watch Dan video and we feel for her when Dan kept praising Jennifer Love Hewitt.  I was so tired yesterday that I took a nap from 3 pm to 7pm. I'm having a sore throat now. Must be all the screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109457231805747563?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109457231805747563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109457231805747563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109457231805747563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109457231805747563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-was-beldas-birthday-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109429154002149209</id><published>2004-09-04T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T15:09:33.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some food for thoughts. As I was reading The Odyssey by Homer, I realised that life was tough (rather death-defying) for people living in Ancient Greece surrounded by the living Greek gods. For self-sufficient, career-minded woman who claimed ' I don't believe in love' dignantly, there will be a giant hand of Aphrodite aka Venus (goddess of love) stretching from Mount Olympus to give her a tight slap. During the warring periods, one who declares ' Stop war, love everyone!' will receive riches by Aphrodite. Before he could enjoy his new-found wealth, he would probably have his head chopped off by Ares aka Mars (god of war). Dejected, you may cry out ' I hate this world! '. But watch out, there will be lightning bolts sent down by Zeus (the maker and ruler of all gods) and why, one of the bolts will be aimed straight at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus. in conclusion, Ancient Greece is a dangerous place to be. Unless you can hold your tongue of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109429154002149209?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109429154002149209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109429154002149209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109429154002149209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109429154002149209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/09/some-food-for-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109427917359601536</id><published>2004-09-04T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:19:51.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just saw the clips from Vanity Fair and Reese Witherspoon really seems to be an eyesore to me now. She get to hug/kiss/marry/ahem...James Purefoy. And he's supposed to be hopelessly in love with her (' I'd do anything for you'). I watched the clips with mixed feelings, ooh aah over James Purefoy, giving Reese Witherspoon the mean eye. Damn, they are supposed to follow the ' on different continents/oceans and not supposed to meet' theory. *bawls like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109427917359601536?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109427917359601536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109427917359601536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109427917359601536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109427917359601536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-just-saw-clips-from-vanity-fair-and.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109422059516273117</id><published>2004-09-03T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T22:09:55.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did Chemistry prelim practical today. It was the total opposite of Physics practical. On normal basis I can do Physics practical rather smoothly and quickly, while Chemistry would take a longer time and I would be pretty much lost. &lt;strong&gt;But, &lt;/strong&gt;I screwed up Physics on Monday : drew the wrong graph, didn't manage to finish it. And for Chemistry, I got my conclusion right and completed the experiments 1/2 hour ahead. Talk about being &lt;em&gt;sway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practical, me and Kirsten went to Cine to watch Bourne Supremacy, mainly to ogle at Karl Urban aka Russian assasin. He's undeniably the sexiest man in the movie. Eat your heart out Matt Damon. Still can't get his Goa outfit out of my mind. Ahh... We went to take neoprint after Kirsten bought her shroom hat. We searched for a public phone for 10 minutes and when we finally found one, it's spoilt. For a moment, I thought I was in one of the reserves in Seng Kang and not Orchard Road. I went to meet my sister in Orchard Library. There was a cute curly with rosy cheeks sitting next to us. He was so slender that from the back view I thought he was a girl. I stood up to get a book, and &lt;strong&gt;I tripped&lt;/strong&gt;. Didn't fall flat on my face but made relatively loud noises in the quiet library. It was equally embarassing. When he stood up, whoa....so tall. It made me feel so small...and round.  Went to Kinokuniya next and hung out at the Literature section. There was another curly there. (hey kix, he was wearing the hat in Benny and Joon!! so cute)  Strangely, he started talking to himself. As the person next to him, I was beginning to feel a little nervous. He was actually talking to his companion who disappeared without him knowing. He looked pai se and apologised. Haha...I swear I actually thought he was the lunatic versh of Sam in Benny and Joon. But very cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109422059516273117?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109422059516273117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109422059516273117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109422059516273117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109422059516273117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/09/did-chemistry-prelim-practical-today.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109412832287164992</id><published>2004-09-02T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T20:32:53.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had this idea a couple of days ago after the TV was advertising Meredith Phillips as the new Bachelorette. Learnt from Kirsten that she was dumped by Bob, the previous Bachelor. I also realised that Bob was dumped by Trista, who in turn was dumped by Alex. There you have it : Meredith is the new Bachelorette who was dumped by the previous Bachelor, who was dumped by the previous Bachelorette who was dumped by the first Bachelor. Like what Kirsten said, the reject of the rejects. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109412832287164992?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109412832287164992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109412832287164992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109412832287164992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109412832287164992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-had-this-idea-couple-of-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109393727109977265</id><published>2004-08-31T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T15:27:51.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teachers' Day celebrations today and &lt;strong&gt;'Grease is the word.'&lt;/strong&gt; Not bad I guess, but last year's rock. Even the seniors then were having so much fun. Almost all the items were mostly Grease-related like the songs from the movies. So it was quite boring in that sense. They did the Grease Lightnin' dance, but Steph, Winny and Manisha, it wasn't as nice as our groovin'. Mwahahaha...I forgot to bring my House Tee today ( but I brought it on the rehearsel thingy so unfair! unfair!) so had to buy it. All the sizes were sold out except for size 46, 6 sizes bigger than my normal. Inference made: naughty Fearon girls who didn't bring House T-shirt (that would include myself.haha) The shirt was big and comfy so I didn't want to change out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dismissed at about 1.30 which is no big diff. Tomorrow is Teacher's Day holiday and we have Social Studies and History mock papers. ( reason why I was working my butt of Social Studies yesterday)  How sad...poor teachers and poor us too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109393727109977265?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109393727109977265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109393727109977265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109393727109977265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109393727109977265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/teachers-day-celebrations-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109387764359278499</id><published>2004-08-30T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T22:56:49.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had physics prelim practical today. Gosh, it's like doing experiments during the war. The lights were dimmed for peeps doing the light experiment and fans were slowed down for the pendulum experiment. It's like the worst of the 'worst case scenerio' ( Mr Ng's phrase of the moment). I'm not very confident in scoring well though. I didn't complete the last part and my curve is wrong. pah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that thing, Kirsten and I went to Orchard Library in vain to study. On our way there, we stopover at HMV, not wanting to leave of course. ( Yen Rong : The Simpsons Season 4 dvd is out. Busy watching Homer and his obsession with chocolate there.) We went to Taka and I met my cousin and her b/f and made our way to Kino with deliberate walking across Ermenegildo Zegna (twice!) to gawk at Adrien Brody . I saw movie tie-in for Vanity Fair ( not the mag) but &lt;strong&gt;it did not even have the tiniest picture of James Purefoy&lt;/strong&gt; ( with his ugly sideburns but as cute as always) so I had second thoughts about buying it. Kirsten was also having a dillema over the LOTR notebook, which was quite sad for both of us. The dumb library cafe did not allow studying ( irony alert!) so we head down to Coffee Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first hour or so, we were looking very studious. Then I started to day dream a little. Towards the end, we were going bananas. There was this cute surfer dude looking 'oh-I've-been-to-Virginia guy sat at the next table. We were laughing at every single thing. Although not aloud of course. Sheesh, talk about bad timing. When all that sugar rush was gone, we were a pair of zombies, hoping to go home at the quickiest time possible. Not really fruitful but at least managed to run through 2 chapters of Social Studies ( Sustainable development and Housing) and 1/2 a chapter of History ( Russia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a Greek God at the Athens Closing Ceremony. After seeing him, I know what they mean by people looking like gods and goddesses. His name is Michalis Hadjid-something. He's supposed to be some popular Greek singer. That's it, I'm moving to Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109387764359278499?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109387764359278499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109387764359278499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109387764359278499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109387764359278499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/we-had-physics-prelim-practical-today.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109371291537523015</id><published>2004-08-29T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T01:08:35.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got a haircut yesterday at QB house. I decided to experiment with hair style a little by asking the hairdresser to cut my hair with more layers, shorter fringe than normal and stuff. So I sat back and relaxed, listening to her snipping and fussing all over. And the end product : it was still quite the same. But the end of the session cracked me up. They used this vacuum thingy to suck the loose hair. She was holding the thing over the top of my head, making my head feels like some hairy carpet. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw Shakira 'Live' and I was absolutely :D. No, I don't like Shakira puh-leese. Just gawking at Brendan Buckley doing his thang. Ahhh....I definitely hope Shakira comes to Singapore. That way, I can see Brendan in flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109371291537523015?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109371291537523015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109371291537523015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109371291537523015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109371291537523015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/got-haircut-yesterday-at-qb-house.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109352694324298221</id><published>2004-08-26T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T21:29:03.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to town to meet my folks at Mount E for my dad follow-up and we did a little shopping in Isetan. ( ok, we just refer to me and my mom). As I was in the dressing room trying on some clothes, I heard a little girl talking to her mother. " hey ma, i juz saw a st. margaret's girl. i'm very sure she's in p5." With that, I was magically 11 again. That happened once when me and Kirsten were in the toilet at Lido. Hmm...maybe it's the same girl? Anyways, a woman would be thankful for making her 5 yrs younger again. But as a teenager, I felt like punching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I need a shrink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109352694324298221?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109352694324298221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109352694324298221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109352694324298221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109352694324298221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-went-to-town-to-meet-my-folks-at.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109325703792795763</id><published>2004-08-23T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T18:30:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is an afterthought about what Mr Lee said about the importance of foreign talent for sustaining Singapore's development in knowledge-based economy. He said foreign talents not only brought in their specialised skills but connections with the world too. I was thinking, hey my dad is a foreign talent too. He came here in 1988, bringing his specialised skills....and a wife and two pesky kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109325703792795763?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109325703792795763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109325703792795763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109325703792795763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109325703792795763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/here-is-afterthought-about-what-mr-lee.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109325682914220513</id><published>2004-08-23T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T18:27:09.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of Orchard now, practically eating and sleeping there. I finally know how Isabella feels. It's the day of my dad's dischargement and I finished off his lunch. The doc ( Dr Ronald Henry Brett) was supposed to pop in at 1 to evaluate. But he didn't appear. I was lying on the bed with my dad on the arm chair ( now he knows how it feels ) and there was footsteps at the door. I sat up and asked ' Is that Brett?' My aunt came in and said "No, it's Butter." Cheesy but I don't know why I put that in. haha And soon all ended. It just felt like as if Thursday never ended.  phew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. of bags of Lay's chip consumed : 2&lt;/strong&gt;  (hey, I was bored ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109325682914220513?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109325682914220513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109325682914220513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109325682914220513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109325682914220513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/day-3-im-so-sick-of-orchard-now.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109325613043506513</id><published>2004-08-23T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T18:16:35.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to Paragon to get a cuppa in my PJs. My first time in Orchard so under-dressed. I headed back to my aunt's place for some snooze. Went back to the hospital at 3pm and my dad was up and chirpy. He was having/trying to have lunch. And boy, hospital food looks quite yummy actually...We were literally having a picnic in there, Pure Chocolate and Buster's Weekly Cheesecake from Coffee Bean and more Lay's. Watched some trapoline gymnastics (women's) and saw gymnasts &lt;strong&gt;'tossing around like salad'&lt;/strong&gt; on the trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;People ( mostly relatives and colleagues, actually all of them are. I don't see strangers needing to visit him) were milling in around evening to see him. Oh yeah...his CAT scan results were out and thank goodness it wasn't a brain tumour. My mom was the next watchman so me and my sis went back home for some good night's sleep and had my parent's Queen size all to myself. Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. of bags of Lay's BBQ flavoured chips consumed : 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109325613043506513?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109325613043506513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109325613043506513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109325613043506513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109325613043506513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/day-2-i-went-down-to-paragon-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109325522244030694</id><published>2004-08-23T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T18:18:41.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lots of  things had happened since Thursday, my dad was hospitalised and there was a series of events. I shall elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving to my aunt's place when my dad complained that he had a headache and we knew that 'it' was coming. By the time we got there, my dad couldn't get himself out of the car. So my Aunt called the ambulance and it took 3 paramedics to get him out and rushed him to Mount Elisabeth. We were all huddled at the emergency unit and my mom got teary eyed. I was really worried about my dad until I was momentarily distracted by a certain cute blonde Aussie table tennis player on the telly. The doc said that he would have to be warded to be under observation ( hey, is my dad that good-looking?), and someone has to stay with him through the night. My mom couldn't coz she has to stay with him the next day to go through a series of tests, including MRI aka CAT. My sis has to go school the next day to take a test. So guess who fits the bill to be the watchman? Although I was sort of worrying that I would run into a &lt;em&gt;chicopek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 am :&lt;/em&gt; My mom delivers my PJs, says good night and disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.24 am&lt;/em&gt; : Arms aches, trying very hard not to kick Pa's IV drip stand aka His Significant Other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.50 am&lt;/em&gt; : Trying to mold into my bed ( arm chair), wishing the backache, stiff neck would stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.15 am&lt;/em&gt; : Rudely awakened by the nurse who came in to take BP, she still has the cheek to look apologetic hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.15am&lt;/em&gt; : My mom greeted by a zombie ( yours truly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. of bags of  Lay's BBQ flavoured chips consumed ( the small ones mind you) : 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109325522244030694?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109325522244030694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109325522244030694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109325522244030694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109325522244030694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/lots-of-things-had-happened-since.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109238546228492323</id><published>2004-08-13T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T16:24:22.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erm..I think I better change to another song now, before I begin to hate John Mayer. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109238546228492323?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109238546228492323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109238546228492323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109238546228492323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109238546228492323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/erm.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109238538631913332</id><published>2004-08-13T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T16:23:06.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mdm Su didn't come for English lessons today ( Yahoo!) so me, Kirsten, Rachel X went to the library to watch LOTR ( FOTR). I know I've seen this movie uncountable times but as Rachel hasn't watch it yet, we decided to educate her on the 'goodness' of the movie..*evil grin.  As pepole who had seen FOTR upteen times, we began making silly commentaries and adjusting the volumes just before the booming sound effects. It was so funny. So after 1 and a half hour later, we had to peel/surgically remove ourselves from the TV. pah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went to Heeren and bought a green velvet shroom hat. I was trying on some hats , or at least trying to try on, as most didn't fit the circumference of my hat. So I could put on the shroom hat, I know that it was THE one. hehe..As the shroom hat made me look like a boy laborer from late 1800s to early 1900s London, the hat was notably named as Oliver Twist. So here it is, the shroom hat saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109238538631913332?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109238538631913332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109238538631913332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109238538631913332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109238538631913332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/mdm-su-didnt-come-for-english-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109189498854989709</id><published>2004-08-07T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T20:43:52.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More on The Village, the girly point of view anyways. Ahh...Joaquin Phoenix was super cute there as Lucius . It was so sweet between Lucius and Ivy, the part where the monsters were venturing into the town and Ivy stood at the door and stuck out her hand to wait for Lucius. And at the wedding too. So beautiful.. A lovely reminder why I like Joaquin Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Night Shyamalan was also in the movie as the watchman at the tower. He was the one who rang the bell. He looks so cute in his yellow hoodie, huddling at a corner and looking so small. He sure gave himself a small role on the movie. But it's always nice to point him out in his films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: The watchman is not M. Night Shyamalan, I repeat the watchman is not him. My bad, I had to watch the 2nd time to know that the watchman was a white guy. I'm not called cock-eyed for nothing. Thanks for pointing that out Kirsten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109189498854989709?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109189498854989709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109189498854989709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109189498854989709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109189498854989709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/more-on-village-girly-point-of-view.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109189388444021817</id><published>2004-08-07T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T23:51:24.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song I'm currently rocking to :&lt;/em&gt; Aqui by La Ley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Book I'm currently reading :&lt;/em&gt; Our Woman in Kabul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Village yesterday. It was haunting and mind boggling at the same time. It also wasn't entertainingly spooky either. It's just about a group of people creating a safe haven for themselves after been scarred by the big bad world.  Me , Kirsten , Belda, Wanxuan, Omela Eunice, Jessica, You Yi, Hui Zhen, Jin Feng , Eliza, Sem, Sarah Tham and Natalia ( 14 people ) went to eat Seoul Garden before that.  Kirsten and I arrived 30 mins before the opening time so we went to Kinokuniya first and who knows there was a hug mob queueing half an hour later. We actually didn't get the seats but we were given the reserved station on the condition that we only had 1hr 15 mins to eat. So we got 3 tables. Belda, Wanxuan Eunice and Omela were the civilised ones, they had their table the cleanest and absolutely no wastages. I definitely wonder how they even managed to hold a conversation between the grilling and the boiling.  Elisa, Sem, Sarah and Natalia's table is what you can say is the most disgusting one. Elisa was trying to fry rice in the grill, holding up the raw egg white, making everyone else almost retching. And she even friend ice cream and EAT IT later. They really know the concept of playing with their food.&lt;br /&gt;You Yi, Hui Zhen, Jin Feng, Jessica, Kirsten and Me...we were the hungry people. We hardly talked, however with the occasional 'oohs' and the 'ahs' whenever the oil splatters. The only polite and civilised gestures we did were to help fill each others' plates with food. We just kept grilling and grilling right to the end. Now you have it : The Civilised, The Gross Ones and The Neanderthals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109189388444021817?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109189388444021817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109189388444021817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109189388444021817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109189388444021817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/song-im-currently-rocking-to-aqui-by.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109171628717869534</id><published>2004-08-05T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T22:31:27.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seoul Garden and M. Night Shyamalan's The Village all rolled into a day, what more do I want? Planning to &lt;em&gt;pon &lt;/em&gt;school and skip the national day celebrations to beat the stampede to Orchard Road. But i've to get up at 7.45-8 in the morning which is just two measly hours later than normal wake-up time for school. But for Joaquin Phoenix, it's all worth it. And after the celebrations, there will be a long break til Wednesday. And until then, I gotta study real hard, or at least try to anyways. Wednesday will be THE day when we'll get our O level Chinese results, it just seems like yesterday that we did the paper. I was highly anticipating to the end of the paper but not the results. I'm just hoping that I'll at least get a decent grade. Writing my blog entries without mentioning my Unattainables will be the greatest achievement. But then again, why will i not want to speak of them? Just some random thoughts to sleep on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109171628717869534?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109171628717869534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109171628717869534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109171628717869534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109171628717869534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/seoul-garden-and-m.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109152270720474354</id><published>2004-08-03T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T17:03:42.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha..check out this blog lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gawkalot has nothing to do with Sir Lancelot,&lt;br /&gt;who's still fighting over parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;She rather have her cherries to rot,&lt;br /&gt;as she likes them not.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, she's still a full-time green polka dot. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109152270720474354?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109152270720474354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109152270720474354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109152270720474354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109152270720474354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109109449563573451</id><published>2004-07-29T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T18:07:15.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had photo-taking session and everyone was going nuts. Toilets flooded with people trying to catch a glimpse of themselves or with people hogging the mirrors. Poor mirrors, only time of the year where they are fully appreciated. I got to take the informal picture with my fellow piggy-doggy friends. Feels so good that they are around, but i'm going to miss them very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus ride home, I was giving myself a pep talk on how graduation day is inching close and how I should concentrate on my work and not dreaming about my Unattainables. I don't know if the Big Guy Up There was playing trick on me or what,&amp;nbsp;but from a bus stop along the road, boarded this cute AMA. And I thought to myself ' pls. PLS let him sit at the rear where I could take a few peeks and not be distracted." But no...he had to sit opposite me. It took all my will power and determination not to look straight so it was just left-right-up-down-stare at fingers. I was dying of embarrassment there but all that guy could see was some weird girl covered in green dots sitting opposite of him. Fine..but before he alight, he just had to drop his Evian bottle for me to pick up. Bleh...what is wrong with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 16 , i shouldn't gawk at guys twice my age. Hah! who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109109449563573451?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109109449563573451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109109449563573451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109109449563573451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109109449563573451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/we-had-photo-taking-session-and.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109063899027621275</id><published>2004-07-24T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T11:16:30.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>James Purefoy is in Vanity Fair? Cool... I shall watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109063899027621275?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109063899027621275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109063899027621275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109063899027621275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109063899027621275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/james-purefoy-is-in-vanity-fair-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109063568301126376</id><published>2004-07-24T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T10:25:01.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to King Arthur with Kirsten at Cineleisure yesterday. But in order to get there on time, we had to skip the rehearsals for speech day, although i seriously don't get the point why we have to rehearse.hmm...So after a few minutes of debating whether to go , sneaking back up to see if they were marking attendance , and a sting on my arm by some lonely insect; we got out of school. Hooray for stepping out of squarish-ness!! Although it took quite awhile and no one was there to witness us being rounded at the sides. Pah..back to square one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was&lt;strong&gt; awesome.&lt;/strong&gt; I did my share of drooling at Lancelot and Tristan. It was rather polite ogling coz they are both taken. Lancelot by Kirsten and Tristan by Rini, so I was just there to admire both their cute-ness.Yep, I agree with Kirsten..Arthur was too good to be true. Too self-less, too perfect. Hey yenn..you like Troy right? Must watch King Arthur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh..I bought Romeo and Juliet (1968) at HMV!!! Finally!! It's so much better than the Leo's versh ( sorry Dash aka Benvolio in Leo's R&amp;J) , with all droolable cast. Esp Mercutio played by John McNery. He's growna bit old&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;now so&amp;nbsp;i place him under my Historical list. The only teen tragedy R&amp;J&amp;nbsp;played by real teenagers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Speech Day was pretty bland last night. Maybe it appears to me as like that, coz I came back from the excitments of Orchard and King Arthur to sit through this. We just sat around, clap til the hands sting and go home. The presentation of the items were too short. I know the motive of the presence of grad classes was to bring us into the mood of working hard. But apparently the motivation bug didn't bite me coz i went home and snooze til this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I went to CK Tang with my mom to try on a few dresses for prom.&amp;nbsp;I tried on this lovely white boob top dress. It's not that the dress didn't fit, coz it did perfectly. But it made me look : &lt;br /&gt;1) A bride ready to run &lt;br /&gt;2) Somebody here to crash the wedding &lt;br /&gt;Yep..so i'm having second thoughts whether to have that pretty greek dress to be made.Or that wear a pinstripe suit&amp;nbsp;like what&amp;nbsp;Steph&amp;nbsp;suggested.&amp;nbsp;hmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;A snippet on Racial Harmony Day, i wore&amp;nbsp;a green punjabi suit which i bought at Little India with Kirsten a school term ago. so we were the only 2 so enthu abt wearing the ethnic costume. Majority of 4/5 also wore ethnic costumes, we look like a group of dainty and demure ladies until we open our mouths. This year's trend was wearing of the saris. Yep, we took another class pic and i think i'll put it up later. Me and Kirsten went to eat gelato on our way home ( good thing to have neighbours in class) We did amazing feat of collecting our drapes before we board the bus,trying not to trip or getting the drapes stuck somewhere.And we both managed to ge thome without a scratch. Darn the drapes, ethnic costumes are pretty and colourful but so inpractical to wear in this climate. I salute the indian ladies who can prance on the streets with their saris on a very hot day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109063568301126376?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109063568301126376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109063568301126376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109063568301126376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109063568301126376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-went-to-king-arthur-with-kirsten-at.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109041739176519052</id><published>2004-07-21T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T21:43:11.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've complete my list,*yay! for now anyways. after serious consideration ( more like too many,considering who to put first) and 4 lessons later,i've got it. here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Unattainables&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dash Mihok&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christian Oliver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guillaume Canet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eric Bana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devon Sawa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peter-gade Christensen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eion Bailey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Mayer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diego Luna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gabriel Cade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brendan Buckley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jude Law&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iker Casillas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pieter van den Hoogenband&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matthew Goode&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barnaby Metschurat (Tobias in Spanish Apartment)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ian Thorpe ( not really now,but i'll just put him here)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dougray Scott (sadly crossing to Historical in a year's time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paul Rudd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamie Oliver ( the curly hair one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clement Sibony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuart Townsend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adam Brody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joaquin Phoenix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paul Bettany (previously known as the naked man in A Knight's Tale. no, i didn't like him for his nakedness)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob Young&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Josh Kelley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph Gordon-Levitt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raoul Bova&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan Reynolds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chad Murray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julian McMahon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brian Krause&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yannick Bisson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rick Peters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jay Hernandez&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Bisbal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;E &lt;/em&gt;Perfecto Italiano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Wenhaim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eddie Spears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sean Patrick Thomas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrea of Monaco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Florian Lukas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alexei Nemov&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gil Ofarim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Boreanaz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seth Green&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Historical Specimen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;James Purefoy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vincent Perez&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paul Mercurio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve McQueen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John McEnery (Mercutio from R&amp;J 1968)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eric Schweig&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dick York&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry..i'll have more :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109041739176519052?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109041739176519052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109041739176519052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109041739176519052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109041739176519052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/ive-complete-my-listyay-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109007645639682906</id><published>2004-07-17T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T22:24:42.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always feel sort of depressed when i see actors that i like/love/admire/want to marry.&amp;nbsp;they are always an ocean and a continent away. it's ok that i don't get hook up with them (that's really wishful) but we don't even get to greet them on the streets on an ordinary day. folks in london always seems to be greeting actors like friends. take james purefoy for instance, a fan got to see him at the tube station, and he smiled and told her to have a good day. puh-leeze, he already made her day. yep, this country is lacking of eye candies and don't mention actors. kirsten thought up of two categories : unattainables and historical specimen. unattainables meaning they are on the flip side of the globe and historical specimen meaning those that are over 40. here is my list. (and it will continue to grow). &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Unattainables&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dash Mihok&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devon Sawa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuart Townsend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Mayer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peter-gade Christensen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alexei Nemov&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adam Brody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jude Law (my gosh! how could i forget him?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guillaume Canet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raoul Bova&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iker Casillas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eric Bana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dougray Scott&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christian Oliver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brendan Buckley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eion Bailey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diego Luna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adrien Brody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph Fiennes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paul Rudd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Historical Specimen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vincent Perez&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;James Purefoy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paul Mercurio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109007645639682906?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109007645639682906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109007645639682906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109007645639682906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109007645639682906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-always-feel-sort-of-depressed-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109005862538545407</id><published>2004-07-17T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T22:25:24.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One sentence: My sea monkeys are dying! yep..it's been just over a month since i bought them. i can relate them to social studies population chapter. so far my sea monkeys are not breeding, and all that is left are 2&amp;nbsp;very old&amp;nbsp;sea monkeys. definitely an aging population and a&amp;nbsp;national sea monkeys crisis.&amp;nbsp;measures to be taken: 1) keep adding the plasma III to help unhatched eggs to&amp;nbsp;hatch&amp;nbsp;2) place tank in indirect sunlight, it helps generate the mood for them to you-know-what. (my gosh, what if both my remaining sea monkeys are males or females, it will be&amp;nbsp;unthinkable). see, Mr A and Mr L will be so proud of me :P. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;but i'm not the only one who associate sea monkeys with death. in the OC, the thanksgiving episode. seth was juggling with summer and anna. (oh yeah, yen rong.if u haven't watch it yet, don't continue :) ) so he kept summer in the pool house and anna in the kitchen. when seth went back to the kitchen, anna asked where he's been. and he lied to her that he was checking on ryan's&amp;nbsp; sea monkeys. (in case u don't know,ryan doesn't have sea monkeys. maybe he had them once and they're dead) . anyways..anna wanted to see the sea monkeys and seth said they're dead. See what i mean. Sea monkeys = goners. it definitely must be the water. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get sued for this.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109005862538545407?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109005862538545407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109005862538545407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109005862538545407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109005862538545407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/one-sentence-my-sea-monkeys-are-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-109003431548891357</id><published>2004-07-17T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T11:18:35.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had speech day rehearsals. It's more like stay back for more than an hour,sit in the gallery,stand, sing school hymn,sing it again, sing it one more time, sit , stone, read book, pester everyone around me, stand , sing school song , lectured by VP, go home. yep, so much for feeling important. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-109003431548891357?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/109003431548891357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=109003431548891357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109003431548891357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/109003431548891357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/yesterday-we-had-speech-day-rehearsals.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-108997455217304017</id><published>2004-07-16T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T10:49:35.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't manage to blog in yesterday.had TOTM and i was dwarfed by my comforter,sitting in front of tv and was feeling really small. To say that my day had gone well would be saying that Sudetenland was the last place that dear Hitler invaded = dead wrong. it was horrid right from the start.i was punished for &lt;em&gt;ponning&lt;/em&gt; taf, and it wasn't even laziness. i just wanted to finish my chem worksheet. but no..taf comes first. so i had to run in my uniform for 5 rounds. and when i went back to class,everyone else were in the physics lab (the highest floor of the tallest tower).so i had to climb up and down.&amp;nbsp;that was the physical torture. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;ah..got back amaths and social studies and i flunked both.perfect and the worst thing : it was TOTM.yep,can't blame me for wanting to curl up and die. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;the only&amp;nbsp;best thing that happened was the screening of hitler: rise of evil during history class.but the not-so-good thing was that it was the concluding episode *sobz and it was depressing.dang! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-108997455217304017?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/108997455217304017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=108997455217304017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108997455217304017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108997455217304017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/didnt-manage-to-blog-in-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-108980106025771890</id><published>2004-07-14T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T18:45:36.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha..if only i knew that blogging was so addictive.hmm...trying to think what else to add to yen rong's pressie for her bdae.if you're yen rong, i have a message for you : hi :) and GO AWAY!!!YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSE TO BE READING THIS PART!!hehe. so many things to consider, esp the weight of the content.*sigh..need to go hunting for more stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did flag day on Saturday.after 5 hours of embarrassing encounters and collection of measly sum of money,me and kirsten took 51 from jurong east bus interchange home. queued in the line til the bus driver came to start up the bus. he gestured us in and we were comfortably seated and listening to 'penny and me',with legs aching terribly.the bus refused to start. the engine was running but the darn vehicle refused to budge.whoever have heard of a bus breaking down before even being on the road.hahaha.so the driver shooed us down and we had to take another. how much bad luck can one handle in a day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from my layout that i love the band of brothers series. not that sort of oh-my-gosh-i-saw-a-B.O.B-cast-my-heart-is-pounding-and-i'm-dying type of fan ,but crazy enough to consider buying their movie prop of a german grenade on ebay. should i? it'll be fun to scare my oh-so-friendly neighbours with that.throw it through the window and see them shriek and duck.haha..but i'd get arrested.if only i'm in a neighborhood in Timbaktu or something.the world is filled with such paranoid people now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-108980106025771890?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/108980106025771890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=108980106025771890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108980106025771890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108980106025771890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-108979639503236974</id><published>2004-07-14T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T17:15:57.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm putting a joke here, a personal favourite of mine. it used to be found in the school library so i think many peeps would have known it already.it was from the cold war era when USA and USSR were having the 'star wars'. It works better if you know the background of these two countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans astronauts were trying to find a tool which they can use to record stuff during a space expedition. as there is zero gravity in space, they cannot use pens as the ink will not flow. so two years of research and a couple of millions dollars ( i don't really know the figures) later, they produced this hi-tech device which they could write with in space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas the Russian astronauts had been using pencils all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..my job is done,and now it's your turn. So laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-108979639503236974?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/108979639503236974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=108979639503236974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108979639503236974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108979639503236974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-putting-joke-here-personal.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-108979559780513707</id><published>2004-07-14T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T21:00:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We just had Art Enrichment Programme (AEP) and the performers today was the New America Singers.They are the college bunch who were selected and go around the world to perform. the boys were in these cheesy but cute blue hawaiian shirts. i guess they associated Singapore with sandy tropical beaches, but it's more likely concrete and hot sun. but can't really blame them coz Singapore has been selling herself as an island with "natural sandy beaches' as i have watched Singapore tourism commecial on discovery channel. but bad mistake..they showed the sentosa beaches as bein the natural wonders of Singapore when actually they are just the opposite : man-made.sheesh.. Anyways back on the subject..the boys were pulling the lakers stunt,acting all brawny, where they use their bodies to depict a sport - sort of like the charade. didn't really get what they were doing til the part on American football.it was so hilarious,esp the fishing..and boy,what a cute bait.:P the performances were pretty cool, like the surf song. but when i realised that it was a gospel choir,it didn't seem that cool anymore.hehehe.but plenty of eye candies to watch though i liked no one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing chem peer tutoring worksheet (henderson sec prelim paper). miss siti said it was chosen to boost our confidence especially that we have been puking blood when we did nanyang's and both raffles' papers. but i started to feel not that great when i got stumped by a couple of questions.In the Nasdaq way, you can say that my morale shares had gone down by a few points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-108979559780513707?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/108979559780513707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=108979559780513707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108979559780513707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108979559780513707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/we-just-had-art-enrichment-programme.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-108972631483055297</id><published>2004-07-13T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T17:17:43.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jonny Lang..just the look of him made me put him under the impressions of nick and aaron carter until he open his mouth. woah! what a deep voice, it seems more appropriate on a black, ciger smoking blues singer in his 70s than on a scrawny, blonde 20-something year old. so now he's now in the alex band/john mayer/josh kelley category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Jonny Lang Redlight#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sing a song&lt;br /&gt;While sitting at a red light&lt;br /&gt;You think of home&lt;br /&gt;While sitting at a red light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too slow to roll&lt;br /&gt;Put your life on hold&lt;br /&gt;An open path&lt;br /&gt;With nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder &lt;br /&gt;While sitting at a red light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run a red light&lt;br /&gt;Give up at a red light&lt;br /&gt;You break the mold&lt;br /&gt;When running through the tolls&lt;br /&gt;Speeding through your whole life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chance to breathe &lt;br /&gt;While sitting at a red light&lt;br /&gt;You look around &lt;br /&gt;reflecting on your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chance to think&lt;br /&gt;Am I drinking too much&lt;br /&gt;Should I keep going &lt;br /&gt;Lose the life that I love&lt;br /&gt;A second glance&lt;br /&gt;When coming to a red light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run a red light&lt;br /&gt;Give up at a red light&lt;br /&gt;You break the mold&lt;br /&gt;When running through the tolls&lt;br /&gt;Speeding through your whole life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things look low &lt;br /&gt;You’ve gotta keep stong &lt;br /&gt;Feet to the grass &lt;br /&gt;You’ve gotta walk it off &lt;br /&gt;The bows been tied&lt;br /&gt;Too tight to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Feet to the ground&lt;br /&gt;You’ve gotta walk it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run a red light&lt;br /&gt;You can run a red light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start to think&lt;br /&gt;Am I drinkning too much&lt;br /&gt;Should I keep going &lt;br /&gt;Lose the life that I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run a red light&lt;br /&gt;Give up at a red light&lt;br /&gt;You break the mold&lt;br /&gt;When running through the tolls&lt;br /&gt;Speeding through your whole life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run a red light&lt;br /&gt;Give up at a red light&lt;br /&gt;You break the mold&lt;br /&gt;When running through the tolls&lt;br /&gt;Speeding through your whole life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run a red light&lt;br /&gt;You can run a red light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sing a song&lt;br /&gt;While sitting at a red light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh...*smiles dreamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-108972631483055297?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/108972631483055297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=108972631483055297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108972631483055297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108972631483055297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/jonny-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-108972486550130932</id><published>2004-07-13T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T21:21:05.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back eng paper today,and i didn't fail my comprehension *surprise surprise. i completed 'the loop' today during english. yes and if you're wondering how i could read a novel while a lesson was being conducted, and the answer would be that i didn't listen..hehe.it never fail to amaze me that despite sitting right in front the teacher, i have never been caught.:P &lt;br /&gt;In 'the loop', there's this character Luke who, while trying to save the wolves, was shot accidentally by his own father. the book went on to describe how while he was lying there he could hear voices from above and how they embraced and gently lifted him up. i thought that was it, the poor boy is died and shed a few drops of tears. his death was comfirmed when his dad was trying to apologise to the mom for shooting their son, she refused to hear end of it. HOWEVER...as i read on i realise that the fella was not dead, the bullet went through his neck and bounced off a nearby rock (don't ask) i felt really cheat and was bloody mad. poor dude..i blamed him for not dying.&lt;br /&gt;A thought to spare : ahh...what a droolable layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-108972486550130932?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/108972486550130932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=108972486550130932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108972486550130932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108972486550130932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/got-back-eng-paper-todayand-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-108964562404250623</id><published>2004-07-12T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T23:20:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh..battle of 'bulge'.seems like a war i'm contented losing :). i was so afraid that mdm ros was going to take height and weight today. so did my best to try not to eat anything much on sunday. my dad did his fatherly best to help me keep my goal by buying a bag full of durians home. well,at least he 'tried'.hehe. lovely layout eh? done by kirsten, whom i'm forever in debt.haha.let's just face it, anyone who actually help me do something abt my fav guys, i'll also be indebt of the person hehe. i'm not a very hard to please person am i? so i told her her next tako will be on me. strange food this tako, i actually developed a liking for octopus. it used to be the next thing on my hate list after oysters and cockles (but i do like calamari though).hehe, i guess my taste buds are going hay-wire.hmmm...getting back english papers tmr and i got all my fingers crossed (it's a difficult feat). but i know paper 2 is mine to flunk so i'm pining all my hopes (and dreams) on the chance that they may moderate the paper. hah! like teachers are so generous. but a girl can hope right? ooh..11.13pm, gotta read 'the loop' before i snooze. good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-108964562404250623?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/108964562404250623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=108964562404250623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108964562404250623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108964562404250623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607298.post-108963198571131849</id><published>2004-07-12T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:24:13.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh..the first post is always sweet..</title><content type='html'>Hey there Khine Mon! Kirsten here! *waves*&lt;br /&gt;Just done with your blog layout and my consequent drooling (lol!). To put info about yourself under the "- here she is -" thingy, just go to Settings, and type it all in the description part.&lt;br /&gt;Got you a ShoutBox (so that I can bug you whenever I want), they probably sent you the confirmation email already so you can see the stuff for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Changed your blog title 'cos "Say What?" didn't seem to fit the rest of the blog. Figured "ooh-er" was a better title but that seemed really blonde so just put his name(s). You can change it back again if you want.&lt;br /&gt;Can't think up anymore instructions so bye for now! =0)&lt;br /&gt;Kix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607298-108963198571131849?l=weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/feeds/108963198571131849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607298&amp;postID=108963198571131849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108963198571131849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607298/posts/default/108963198571131849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaverak_spill_beans.blogspot.com/2004/07/ahhthe-first-post-is-always-sweet.html' title='Ahh..the first post is always sweet..'/><author><name>weaverak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03990096696894620631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
