<?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-36698206</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:43:24.862+08:00</updated><category term='L Death Note'/><category term='yamapi rabu'/><category term='shuichi'/><category term='sano'/><category term='hana kimi'/><category term='nakatsu'/><category term='ikuta toma'/><category term='chibi'/><category term='john tang yat kwan'/><category term='mizuki'/><category term='yamapi love'/><category term='yamapi diary entry'/><category term='arashi'/><title type='text'>Philosophical Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-4598214773343327286</id><published>2008-08-21T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:41:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>每天上班连累了我。可是为了钱，才得硬着头皮忍下去。。一之做我不喜欢的东西，看到我讨厌的人 - 老板。他妈的，世界上还有这种老板/人，真是难以自信！如果没有了公司/实验室里的朋友，我一定受不了的！还好那里的人还OK，只是有时候man奇怪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是昨天，那个菲律宾男子，他把我惹火。。幸好我没开口臭骂他。。真的很欠打。。今天又是same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你在找工作啊?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“是。改次再说可以吗。” &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(我暗示 ‘boss and HR manager is here’) – and that was a command, not a question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I don’t care. You are looking for job right? I saw you printing your resume yesterday. You are going for interview today?”&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(because I took 1/2 day leave - and yea, I was going for an interview. Not that I was going to tell him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. -.- 把我弄得无话可说。。而且他讲话特别大声。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday took the cake, anyway. I already complained to two people, and one online friend about it.. So yesterday’s issue is not such a thorn in my flesh already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. Kaypoh AND loud AND inconsiderate. Nothing irks me more than this combination. A friend told me to give him acid to drink. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-4598214773343327286?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/4598214773343327286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=4598214773343327286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4598214773343327286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4598214773343327286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/08/okman-same-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-8228498567208944582</id><published>2008-07-17T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:25:51.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okaasan&amp;#39;s&lt;/em&gt; complaining again =,=&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-8228498567208944582?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/8228498567208944582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=8228498567208944582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8228498567208944582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8228498567208944582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/07/okaasan-complaining-again.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-3145129308897762544</id><published>2008-07-17T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:25:03.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;Oh no, bad press. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-3145129308897762544?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/3145129308897762544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=3145129308897762544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3145129308897762544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3145129308897762544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-no-bad-press.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-7065918185160533547</id><published>2008-07-17T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:21:32.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 7am this morning!! I&amp;#39;m supposed to wake up at 6am every morning, to prepare breakfast and then go to work.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;BUT. Everytime the alarm rings, I&amp;#39;ll wake up, squint at the alarm clock, think &amp;quot;5 more minutes&amp;quot; and go back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This morning was no different. I think I woke up at around 5.50am, panicked, squinted at my alarm clock, saw that it was 5.50, and then went back to sleep thinking &amp;quot;ooh, another 10 minutes before the alarm rings&amp;quot;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Then, after hitting the snooze button 10 minutes later, I proceeded on to sleep ANOTHER one hour.. OMG. Then mum roused me at 7.. otherwise I probably would have slept on until, maybe, 10 am?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I was late for work by only 20 minutes. Well, same as usual, &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt; I met quite a few of my colleagues on the same bus. So, &lt;em&gt;daijoubu desu ne.&lt;/em&gt; I reached at my usual time, anyway. Well, actually more like slightly later than my usual time, since the company adjusted the &amp;#39;time-in/time-out&amp;#39; punch clock faster by 5 minutes =_+ &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;It&amp;#39;s not fair &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, making us come earlier by &lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt;, cos in order for us to be early/on time, we must catch the earlier bus, and the bus only comes every 20 MINUTES. Then again, being able to catch the bus also depends on the MRT we take every morning. &lt;em&gt;Sian lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-7065918185160533547?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/7065918185160533547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=7065918185160533547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7065918185160533547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7065918185160533547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-woke-up-at-7am-this-morning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-1891045769041996834</id><published>2008-07-13T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:50:32.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol, the days working have been incredibly boring.. I applied for Job Post 1 which I got.. And then 2 weeks later I was placed on Job Post 2, and got to work in my own private room.. However it&amp;#39;s very very isolated, cos I&amp;#39;m the only person working there, as opposed to Job Post 1, where there would be 9 others working around me.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I have worked in Job Post 2 for 1 month or so now.. Am getting used to it now.. Demo now it seems like we are getting a new person to replace me in my current post.. I kind of mind and kind of don&amp;#39;t. I mind because I do want my own private room which I&amp;#39;m using now. I have to give it up after the replacement comes. I don&amp;#39;t mind because I would not have to shoulder such a big responsibility when I go back to Job Post 1..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s sad. Mixed feelings actually. I&amp;#39;m just pretty conked-out from my job, from needing to wake up at 6am to hit the snooze button, alternating between sleeping and waking up to check the time every 5 minutes.. And conked-out from sleeping at 1am every night. Weekends.. I spend them doing necessary things around the house, watching a few episodes of the downloaded J-doramas, reading storybooks.. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I want to go out more and yet I don&amp;#39;t want to. I want to sleep more and yet I don&amp;#39;t want to. Time flies by. I want time to go faster, and yet I don&amp;#39;t want it to. There is always a &amp;quot;want&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;don&amp;#39;t want&amp;quot; side to everything in my life. Therefore it is hard for me to make decisions and I usually just let nature run its own course.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever since I saw my friend in a Yukata, I want one too. But hey, let's see if nature let's see if nature gives me one (ie lets me come across one I like) in future.. Am not going to seek it out.. Anyway am too lazy to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-1891045769041996834?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/1891045769041996834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=1891045769041996834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1891045769041996834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1891045769041996834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol-days-working-have-been-incredibly.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-2010691032955891282</id><published>2008-06-22T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:22:27.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Tortoise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday the two Cowboys and the Kitten went out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Cowboy 1 and Cowboy 2 met earlier to spend some time together. *ROAR* Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Cowboys had fun standing next to bins and spewing crap into them.. Until Cowboy 1 suddenly noticed, out of the corner of its eye, a little tortoise on the floor that everyone avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that tortoise doing there?? It looks like it's looking for its mummy!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looks at tortoise, then roars with laughter* T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是乌龟！！是包冰淇淋的 wrapper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又黑又小。。难怪看起来像乌龟。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，Cowboy 2 said, "It's beyond logic. Just because everyone's avoiding a small black thing doesn't mean it's a tortoise. What would a tortoise be doing in Bugis looking for its mummy?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after many nosebleeds and saliva-bleeds, met up with Kitten to have dinner. And crapped more. Gave the waiters a misconception that the table occupants liked them. And they avoided that particular table with the Cowboys, a Kitten, a Gorilla, Flying Pigs, Destiny's Child, Hammed Mushroom Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SGCEK0TWQwI/AAAAAAAAAx0/evG0x7h99r8/s1600-h/n549605183_3201979_4481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215313689868387074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SGCEK0TWQwI/AAAAAAAAAx0/evG0x7h99r8/s400/n549605183_3201979_4481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talked about this particular Teo Jin Ling who made people run around naked except for a coloured sports bra and P.E. shorts. Cowboy 1 suggested getting the entire school to do mass-rebellion; rows and rows of red, white, red, white bra tops jogging around the track flashing middle fingers at Teo-toi toi. The middle-finger-WAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-2010691032955891282?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/2010691032955891282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=2010691032955891282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2010691032955891282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2010691032955891282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/06/amazing-tortoise.html' title='The Amazing Tortoise'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SGCEK0TWQwI/AAAAAAAAAx0/evG0x7h99r8/s72-c/n549605183_3201979_4481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-8672302172811854105</id><published>2008-05-29T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:51:01.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Downloading a file halfway - took me 1/2 hour. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, she simply switched off the computer. WTF. ONE freaking part of ONE freaking episode of a drama. That is ONE freaking QUARTER of ONE episode. Can&amp;#39;t I even download my episodes in peace?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Fuck. Now I&amp;#39;m being charged $100 APIECE for after-ten usage. And I get home only at 7 pm each day. FUCK LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Weekends. She&amp;#39;s home. FUCK. How to download. WTF. Weekdays. At night. She&amp;#39;s at home. How to download. WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-8672302172811854105?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/8672302172811854105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=8672302172811854105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8672302172811854105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8672302172811854105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/05/downloading-file-halfway-took-me-12.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-5184620839978012226</id><published>2008-05-14T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:01:26.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does she like to stoke the fire?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-5184620839978012226?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/5184620839978012226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=5184620839978012226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5184620839978012226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5184620839978012226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-does-she-like-to-stoke-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-7550982579446088763</id><published>2008-05-13T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:02:18.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yamapi love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yamapi rabu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yamapi diary entry'/><title type='text'>Tomapi diary entry :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;May 8th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yamapi's Jweb:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konbachiwa!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went out to eat with Toma.&lt;br /&gt;Toma wrote in his series that oshinko (pickled vegetables) is very good, and that he wants to eat it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take you to eat stuff like oshinko anytime! (Laugh)&lt;br /&gt;But it's very hard to type Toma in kanji.&lt;br /&gt;I always have to type Hokuto (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;北斗)&lt;/span&gt; and Shinken (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;真剑)&lt;/span&gt;, and then delete &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;北 and 剑.&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, I will type Touma (トーマ)&lt;br /&gt;Please permit me to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt;Toma's Jweb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to eat with Yamashita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oshinko at the restaurant was insanely delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ikuta-san is sort of unable to resist and wants to meet oshinko-chan again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamashita-san!&lt;br /&gt;Please let me meet with Oshinko-chan again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I will eat the Korean seaweed sitting before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamashita totally sounds like a loving, wealthy hubby who's willing to buy whatever whenever for dearest Toma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's REALLY CUTE that Toma calls him Yamashita while Yamapi calls Toma...Toma...&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-7550982579446088763?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/7550982579446088763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=7550982579446088763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7550982579446088763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7550982579446088763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/05/tomapi-diary-entry-d.html' title='Tomapi diary entry :D'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-7204473141946221514</id><published>2008-05-11T15:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:04:11.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chibi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john tang yat kwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikuta toma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arashi'/><title type='text'>Ikuta Toma Kid pics + more eyecandy</title><content type='html'>邓一君.. one of those HK actors I really liked. After seeing Ikuta Toma, I remembered him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaf1QkK3KI/AAAAAAAAAt8/XwMR3Lzt9I4/s1600-h/john+tang01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199018557174373538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaf1QkK3KI/AAAAAAAAAt8/XwMR3Lzt9I4/s400/john+tang01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaf1wkK3LI/AAAAAAAAAuE/0hnNLAgFs6k/s1600-h/tang_john_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199018565764308146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaf1wkK3LI/AAAAAAAAAuE/0hnNLAgFs6k/s400/tang_john_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't he look like Ikuta Toma??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaf2AkK3MI/AAAAAAAAAuM/KZzfgUNxWxw/s1600-h/4f220738e8aa30_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199018570059275458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaf2AkK3MI/AAAAAAAAAuM/KZzfgUNxWxw/s400/4f220738e8aa30_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaf2AkK3NI/AAAAAAAAAuU/23H-jVNpVuI/s1600-h/3e26e3e219a360_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199018570059275474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaf2AkK3NI/AAAAAAAAAuU/23H-jVNpVuI/s400/3e26e3e219a360_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawaii deshou.. Ikuta's kid pics.. and some with other Japanese actors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaf2AkK3OI/AAAAAAAAAuc/zIUcgbLQSnE/s1600-h/8e997c19d313c970dab4bdbcv6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199018570059275490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaf2AkK3OI/AAAAAAAAAuc/zIUcgbLQSnE/s400/8e997c19d313c970dab4bdbcv6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCagQgkK3PI/AAAAAAAAAuk/8eYO7i_WN0E/s1600-h/16fcb09b9d31a4bfc9eaf4bij8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199019025325808882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCagQgkK3PI/AAAAAAAAAuk/8eYO7i_WN0E/s400/16fcb09b9d31a4bfc9eaf4bij8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCagQwkK3QI/AAAAAAAAAus/60wq6vkLBNA/s1600-h/19b71a2f660ad7321f3089bem4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199019029620776194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCagQwkK3QI/AAAAAAAAAus/60wq6vkLBNA/s400/19b71a2f660ad7321f3089bem4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matsumoto.... Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapBwkK3hI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Sy3hWVCNc6U/s1600-h/with+domoto+koichi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199028667527388690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapBwkK3hI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Sy3hWVCNc6U/s400/with+domoto+koichi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapBwkK3iI/AAAAAAAAAw8/TkV3tsmqOCo/s1600-h/with+imai+tsubasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199028667527388706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapBwkK3iI/AAAAAAAAAw8/TkV3tsmqOCo/s400/with+imai+tsubasa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't resist putting this pic as well, he looks damn good doing the 'cheezz'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCagQwkK3RI/AAAAAAAAAu0/GMgUXJ5FFG4/s1600-h/cheesee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199019029620776210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCagQwkK3RI/AAAAAAAAAu0/GMgUXJ5FFG4/s400/cheesee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCagRAkK3SI/AAAAAAAAAu8/fPftfoC295k/s1600-h/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199019033915743522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCagRAkK3SI/AAAAAAAAAu8/fPftfoC295k/s400/cheese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomapi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Yamapi look abit &lt;em&gt;too tall&lt;/em&gt; to be carried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaplwkK3lI/AAAAAAAAAxU/oQLwd6X22DA/s1600-h/with+yamapi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199029286002679378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaplwkK3lI/AAAAAAAAAxU/oQLwd6X22DA/s400/with+yamapi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt; can???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCagRAkK3TI/AAAAAAAAAvE/VJVtklBi8Z8/s1600-h/cutee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199019033915743538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCagRAkK3TI/AAAAAAAAAvE/VJVtklBi8Z8/s400/cutee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapmAkK3nI/AAAAAAAAAxk/I2lYmQSivEA/s1600-h/%E7%94%9F%E7%94%B0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199029290297646706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapmAkK3nI/AAAAAAAAAxk/I2lYmQSivEA/s400/%E7%94%9F%E7%94%B0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's Yamapi behind - School Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCan6wkK3YI/AAAAAAAAAvs/6oMXIAVl71M/s1600-h/nerdo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199027447756676482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCan6wkK3YI/AAAAAAAAAvs/6oMXIAVl71M/s400/nerdo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same kinda angle... Sweet innocent angel.... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCan6QkK3UI/AAAAAAAAAvM/l6HLuvhSvyc/s1600-h/his+younger+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199027439166741826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCan6QkK3UI/AAAAAAAAAvM/l6HLuvhSvyc/s400/his+younger+days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCan6QkK3VI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Lmgwyh21qRo/s1600-h/he%27s+so+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199027439166741842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCan6QkK3VI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Lmgwyh21qRo/s400/he%27s+so+cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah Lau, so kawaii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCan6gkK3WI/AAAAAAAAAvc/4SGIaUUe174/s1600-h/kawaii+deshouuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199027443461709154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCan6gkK3WI/AAAAAAAAAvc/4SGIaUUe174/s400/kawaii+deshouuuu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking a little bit old here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCan6gkK3XI/AAAAAAAAAvk/KvO5Opax0-8/s1600-h/looking+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199027443461709170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCan6gkK3XI/AAAAAAAAAvk/KvO5Opax0-8/s400/looking+old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toma and doggy.. Love both:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapBAkK3eI/AAAAAAAAAwc/WMYXekFz9vY/s1600-h/toma+and+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199028654642486754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapBAkK3eI/AAAAAAAAAwc/WMYXekFz9vY/s400/toma+and+dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a monkey! I would like the Big Monkey =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapBQkK3fI/AAAAAAAAAwk/aWTHQe5BePs/s1600-h/what+a+monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199028658937454066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapBQkK3fI/AAAAAAAAAwk/aWTHQe5BePs/s400/what+a+monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Arashi members:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matsujun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapmAkK3mI/AAAAAAAAAxc/StluPCtIFrc/s1600-h/withmatsujun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199029290297646690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapmAkK3mI/AAAAAAAAAxc/StluPCtIFrc/s400/withmatsujun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaplwkK3kI/AAAAAAAAAxM/hce6a8fxbM8/s1600-h/with+ninomiya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199029286002679362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaplwkK3kI/AAAAAAAAAxM/hce6a8fxbM8/s400/with+ninomiya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapBQkK3gI/AAAAAAAAAws/VSE0gsqFZv8/s1600-h/with+aiba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199028658937454082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCapBQkK3gI/AAAAAAAAAws/VSE0gsqFZv8/s400/with+aiba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun, Aiba, Nino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaplgkK3jI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ZyclMqgVKg4/s1600-h/with+jun+aiba+nino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199029281707712050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaplgkK3jI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ZyclMqgVKg4/s400/with+jun+aiba+nino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smiles make my world go round! Nah, am not that infatuated with him yet.. Duno why I don't consider him my 'idol' although I like him so, so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just too cute. Eye candy for me.. I so love his smile.. Cheeky and......... mischievous, always looks like he has something up his sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Honey &amp;amp; Clover&lt;/em&gt; drama looks good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-7204473141946221514?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/7204473141946221514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=7204473141946221514&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7204473141946221514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7204473141946221514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Ikuta Toma Kid pics + more eyecandy'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/SCaf1QkK3KI/AAAAAAAAAt8/XwMR3Lzt9I4/s72-c/john+tang01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-2053099855951110821</id><published>2008-05-08T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:37:14.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; fucked up. This is shit.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I cannot get more verbally-expressive than this, because I find no words to express all these anger, and because the colourful language I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; end up spouting &lt;strong&gt;will &lt;/strong&gt;land me in JAIL. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-2053099855951110821?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/2053099855951110821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=2053099855951110821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2053099855951110821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2053099855951110821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-so-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-815394600628897932</id><published>2008-05-03T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:36:37.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Bitch</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today after going to the wet market for groceries and all, my mum and I took our car to the Service Centre somewhere along AMK road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our mandatory queue number and waited patiently in the reception area; me settling down with my Archie comic and a cup of steaming-hot milo, and mum with nothing, cos she didn't come prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she took today's issue of The Straits Times, those that are usually 'kiap-ed' between two metal pieces so that they can be hung on the rack.. She took it off one of those curved leather seats cos no one was sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, whilst the two of us were engrossed in our own reading materials, this huge, fat, 'high-class' lady with two-layered PINK checkered top and huge bug-eyed 'vintage' sunglasses came over and spat out "When you are done with reading the newspaper, can you pass them back to me. I'm sitting over there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much a word of "please" or "excuse me", and I got incensed. Naturally, my mum did too. Then she scolded her, and here came the heated exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt;: Excuse me, I didn't know you were reading the newspaper, and you don't have to talk in that tone to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid, fat bitch&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*whispers, trying to act all high-class*&lt;/em&gt; I used that tone because you didn't have the courtesy to ask me before taking the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt;: I didn't know! You weren't at your seat just now, were you? If you had not used that tone on me, I would have given this back to you willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SFB&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*repeats herself*&lt;/em&gt; I used that tone because you didn't have the courtesy to ask me before taking the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt;: Seriously, I didn't know! Nobody was there, and I didn't see anything else on the seat besides the newspaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SFB&lt;/strong&gt;: But my bag was there. And you didn't have the courtesy to ask me before taking the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt;: So your bag was there. I didn't see it. So you mean the newspaper is YOURS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SFB&lt;/strong&gt;: You don't have the courtesy to ask me before taking the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, WTF?! Is she a robot or what?! Can't even listen to the voice of logic or reason, keeps insisting that my mum "didn't have the courtesy to ask before taking the newspaper"?? At least use different sentences when arguing, using the same ones all over again just screams STUPID, and these kind of people are easy to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say anything throughout the entire heated exchange, cos I knew I would have blown up and called her names (&lt;em&gt;Stupid FAT Bitch&lt;/em&gt; was what first came to mind). Instead, I just focused on concentrating all my hate on her; guess she felt it cos she didn't look at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as an afterthought, when she stalked back to her seat, I told my mum "Don't give that stupid woman the newspaper, she doesn't deserve it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum said VERY LOUDLY "SUCH A RUDE PERSON, WHY SHOULD I GIVE BACK THE PAPER TO HER?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, true. I didn't really know what had happened before that bitch came over, so I couldn't say anything, just in case I said something that didn't happen; that would give the bitch a chance to embarass my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bitch's son (a nice-looking guy, I might add) was sitting RIGHT BESIDE the newspaper and his darling mum's bag, and when my mum took the paper without noticing her surroundings, that boy DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING. He didn't say that his mum was reading it. Fine, if i accidentally took something someone was gonna read, I would put it back if the person BESIDE that thing had actually SAID SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I'm EXTREMELY glad to say, that my mum purposely raised her voice whilst talking back to the SFB, so that everyone could hear exactly what was going on. And SFB didn't manage to save her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I always have bad impression of these stupid, fat people acting all high-class.. (It's not that fat or stupidity insult me, but the snobby attitude I hate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Singaporeans. &lt;em&gt;Tsk.&lt;/em&gt; So timid. I was looking around during the exchange, cos it was of course loud enough for people to hear (my mum's intention, to let others know how stupid that bitch was), yet NO ONE looked up. The bitch's son looked over for a brief second, saw me look at him, and quickly turned back. &lt;em&gt;PFFFTTT!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The looks on their faces were like &lt;em&gt;"don't look at me, i don't know whats happening, neither do i care or dare to find out"&lt;/em&gt; THEY LOOKED POSITIVELY &lt;em&gt;COWED&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is the kind of Singaporeans we have.. WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when my mum's turn came, I kept the newspaper with me, saw that bitch look at me, but I plainly just ignored her. Served her right. And people around us snuck a look at me after the whole incident. huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like if a stabbing incident occurred, nobody would have cared and just left the person to die. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is it with people that, &lt;em&gt;"as long as my bag is there, it means I'm reading the newspaper"&lt;/em&gt;? It's just like that Singaporean mentality of &lt;em&gt;I-put-a-piece-of-tissue-paper-on-the-table-it-means-the-table-is-mine&lt;/em&gt;. Ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-815394600628897932?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/815394600628897932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=815394600628897932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/815394600628897932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/815394600628897932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/05/stupid-bitch.html' title='Stupid Bitch'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-8849917653161598026</id><published>2008-04-21T13:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:33:27.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>28th April is nearing, and I found out about our own personalised website after one of my uncles told me about it over the phone. He and my aunty were the creators of this site.. and he told me it was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I promptly tried to go in. And an error message came out... Suddenly it hit me that I spelt his name wrongly... So here's the website.. Commemorating our dear Uncle who left us on April 28 2007 at 7.26am.. It was a huge stab in the heart to be woken up by Bro saying Uncle left us... Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.n6g4s7o6o6n6g4b2o6o6.com/"&gt;http://www.n6g4s7o6o6n6g4b2o6o6.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....jk. remove ALL the numbers after the letters, and tht is the url. (6476664266)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go in and take a look at my Uncle, see how he's like! He was always the life of every party.&lt;br /&gt;You can see him as a little boy, as a teen (so shuai!!), as a daddy and uncle. This website is in its infant stages, there are of course loads more photos to be uploaded once they are scanned and saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss him much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to see one of my few pics with him, me riding on his shoulders at age of 5.. when he was 28. Saw it at my uncle's house but it has not been uploaded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-8849917653161598026?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/8849917653161598026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=8849917653161598026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8849917653161598026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8849917653161598026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/04/wwwngsoongboocom.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-2549271102792424698</id><published>2008-04-15T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:55:17.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ju-On : The Grudge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watch a &lt;strong&gt;Japanese&lt;/strong&gt; horror movie at night, &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;, in a &lt;em&gt;big empty&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;house.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Been ages since I last watched a horror movie. I&amp;#39;m losing touch already.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I watched Ju-On : The Grudge yesterday, and it scared the shit out of me. Not considering that I watched it in the day, and as it was split into 3 parts (yes, I watched it online), I didn&amp;#39;t watch the whole&amp;nbsp;movie at once.. stopped loads of times to do other stuff. And it still freaked me out.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;What is it with long-haired, pale, blood-covered, crawling-with-bony-arms-and-legs-sticking-out female ghosties that scare the piss out of me?? And that horrendous creaking sound... The joints of&amp;nbsp;the ghost cracking, cos she prolly hasn&amp;#39;t been moving for ages and....... Well, I can&amp;nbsp;only say that that&amp;nbsp;sound is the scariest thing I&amp;#39;v ever heard in a horror movie. Not the screaming. My female cousins can reproduce that for me. Albeit a higher-pitched, longer one.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Lol. It wasn&amp;#39;t &lt;font size="4"&gt;that&lt;/font&gt; scary during the movie, but I knew I would be scared later on in the night when my imagination takes hold.... Cos there was this black female ghost thing with scary huge open eyes - the shadow that was scaring obaasan. My imagination made me see her in my room when I got inside after switching off the corridor light.... Scary. Seeing a pair of eyes in pitch-blackness..&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And I did see a few scenes of&amp;nbsp;Ju-On (not sure which one.. but anyway, the scenes I saw involved that little boy&amp;nbsp;ghost Toshio and his mother whose hair was coming down from the ceiling, followed by her scary white face with popping eyeballs) in Carrefour Suntec before, and it gave me the shivers whenever I felt anyone - human, in this case - walk past me.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;, a horror movie buff. T_T&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;What a joke.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-2549271102792424698?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/2549271102792424698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=2549271102792424698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2549271102792424698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2549271102792424698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/04/ju-on-grudge.html' title='Ju-On : The Grudge'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-2964424945106183120</id><published>2008-04-09T22:29:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:03:01.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hana kimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shuichi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mizuki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nakatsu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikuta toma'/><title type='text'>Hana Kimi Japan</title><content type='html'>Hana Kimi Japan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVuPRw-DI/AAAAAAAAAq0/DHNy13PNpEk/s1600-h/677711d2c9add0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187255861175711794" style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="178" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVuPRw-DI/AAAAAAAAAq0/DHNy13PNpEk/s320/677711d2c9add0_full.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zU6fRw95I/AAAAAAAAApk/GOQCHJCA1QI/s1600-h/f74e08641be8c0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187254972117481362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zU6fRw95I/AAAAAAAAApk/GOQCHJCA1QI/s320/f74e08641be8c0_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichi - Nakatsu Shuuichi!! [Ikuta Toma]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zY-fRw-KI/AAAAAAAAArs/FFHXdcT3p34/s1600-h/1dd7feca792ae0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187259438883469474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zY-fRw-KI/AAAAAAAAArs/FFHXdcT3p34/s320/1dd7feca792ae0_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zU6_Rw96I/AAAAAAAAAps/5WYMOaXMSRg/s1600-h/ea2dc490f0b710_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187254980707415970" style="CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zU6_Rw96I/AAAAAAAAAps/5WYMOaXMSRg/s320/ea2dc490f0b710_full.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni - Ashiya Mizuki!!! [Horikita Maki]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zbjPRw-MI/AAAAAAAAAr8/KFzIUac5nKs/s1600-h/2037203598_3071558275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187262269266917570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zbjPRw-MI/AAAAAAAAAr8/KFzIUac5nKs/s320/2037203598_3071558275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVu_Rw-GI/AAAAAAAAArM/7JcsWB4Qynk/s1600-h/6c2adcf87500d0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San - Sano Izumi!! [Oguri Shun]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zbj_Rw-NI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Wmd4D5rwyEE/s1600-h/2037203530_c2bab33639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187262282151819474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zbj_Rw-NI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Wmd4D5rwyEE/s320/2037203530_c2bab33639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVt_Rw-CI/AAAAAAAAAqs/tIKKLBIU1MU/s1600-h/750492d72f85b0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ichiban couple: Ashiya + Nakatsu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVu_Rw-GI/AAAAAAAAArM/7JcsWB4Qynk/s1600-h/6c2adcf87500d0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187255874060613730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVu_Rw-GI/AAAAAAAAArM/7JcsWB4Qynk/s320/6c2adcf87500d0_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best cross-dresser: Nakatsu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVuvRw-FI/AAAAAAAAArE/Jii4nvoqnlw/s1600-h/16bce9af063e70_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187255869765646418" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="251" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVuvRw-FI/AAAAAAAAArE/Jii4nvoqnlw/s320/16bce9af063e70_full.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zYj_Rw-HI/AAAAAAAAArU/qipoa_snmcQ/s1600-h/homo+ja+nai.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187258983616936050" style="CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zYj_Rw-HI/AAAAAAAAArU/qipoa_snmcQ/s320/homo+ja+nai.bmp" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best comedic character: Nakatsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVufRw-EI/AAAAAAAAAq8/fT2DfvjW23M/s1600-h/363ec46a9876b0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187255865470679106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVufRw-EI/AAAAAAAAAq8/fT2DfvjW23M/s320/363ec46a9876b0_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVbPRw-AI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PukJ5mJc2So/s1600-h/b6c884c0690f70_full.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187255534758197250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVbPRw-AI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PukJ5mJc2So/s320/b6c884c0690f70_full.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVbPRw-BI/AAAAAAAAAqk/x-6yrZQsMWo/s1600-h/abb745f6ef5fe0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187255534758197266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVbPRw-BI/AAAAAAAAAqk/x-6yrZQsMWo/s320/abb745f6ef5fe0_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVa_Rw9_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/Jbhg9p2m6pQ/s1600-h/b8164e7c41f680_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187255530463229938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVa_Rw9_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/Jbhg9p2m6pQ/s320/b8164e7c41f680_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Kawaii-ness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVavRw99I/AAAAAAAAAqE/AtoUFBiokpo/s1600-h/d7d5de461197c0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187255526168262610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVavRw99I/AAAAAAAAAqE/AtoUFBiokpo/s320/d7d5de461197c0_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zU6PRw94I/AAAAAAAAApc/nBWUd8PGlhM/s1600-h/f833b299140050_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187254967822514050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zU6PRw94I/AAAAAAAAApc/nBWUd8PGlhM/s320/f833b299140050_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVavRw9-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/5PqljjMjRpc/s1600-h/cabd91b7534e20_full.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187255526168262626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVavRw9-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/5PqljjMjRpc/s320/cabd91b7534e20_full.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zU7PRw97I/AAAAAAAAAp0/hrdV85ySPNk/s1600-h/db61427980b040_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187254985002383282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zU7PRw97I/AAAAAAAAAp0/hrdV85ySPNk/s320/db61427980b040_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zYkPRw-II/AAAAAAAAArc/vWk3mW-GOvE/s1600-h/sanonursecostume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187258987911903362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zYkPRw-II/AAAAAAAAArc/vWk3mW-GOvE/s320/sanonursecostume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zU7fRw98I/AAAAAAAAAp8/-ys-oQNAw68/s1600-h/d788be250c3380_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187254989297350594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zU7fRw98I/AAAAAAAAAp8/-ys-oQNAw68/s320/d788be250c3380_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zY-vRw-LI/AAAAAAAAAr0/jnfP3C3gVns/s1600-h/1edd18f87db540_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187259443178436786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zY-vRw-LI/AAAAAAAAAr0/jnfP3C3gVns/s320/1edd18f87db540_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zYkfRw-JI/AAAAAAAAArk/yXXcWNqA-yY/s1600-h/nakatsu+and+maki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187258992206870674" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="153" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zYkfRw-JI/AAAAAAAAArk/yXXcWNqA-yY/s320/nakatsu+and+maki.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakatsu....... T_T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear for introducing me to Japanese dramas.......... You made me an addict. Plus, they make me laugh, and one made me cry. This one makes me... u know, baka?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Nakatsu look toothless in the last pic??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ike ike go go ore go go)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-2964424945106183120?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/2964424945106183120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=2964424945106183120&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2964424945106183120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2964424945106183120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/04/hana-kimi-japan.html' title='Hana Kimi Japan'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R_zVuPRw-DI/AAAAAAAAAq0/DHNy13PNpEk/s72-c/677711d2c9add0_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-6665891344662220359</id><published>2008-02-29T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:08:17.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L Death Note'/><title type='text'>L Change the World</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;I'm 'review-ing' the third Death Note movie, L Change the World. I watched the 9:40 pm screening on 29th Feb 08 at GV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KJ calls this movie "L world", which I will do as well, cos it shortens that long name (and the amount I have to type) for I'm a lazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spoiler alert&lt;/span&gt; : DO NOT read ahead if you have not watched the movie and DO NOT care for spoilers. I am not liable for any damage to your movie enjoyment. You have been warned. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Storyline&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline was a little too draggy ie it plays more on your feelings than anything. But I still loved the special effects (gory scenes) and L. L was great as usual in this movie, and he is so &lt;em&gt;kawaii&lt;/em&gt;! I miss him and love him so much =X &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and you bad evil people, KJ, KJX, don't go announcing to the world &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gory scenes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was quite a bit of blood, just enough to make me love them! Maki's dad literally got toasted in his own lab, and the effects were sooo good.. I only wish there were melting flesh special effects too, it would make my day. And all the virus-infected victims had bloody eyes, K even cried blood. Yum yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was L and acted those scenes cos I really want to be there and seeing all the fun and how they made the eyes bloody and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Science stuff&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L world had some science stuff too, which is so cool, another plus point that made me love this movie. And the scenes in the rural science lab.. Was so nostalgic. I never thought I would miss a science lab so early in my life, but I do. All the pipettes, centrifuges, microscopes.. And L had a very good knowledge of medicines and their effects, I only wondered why he didn't do the research on the virus himself. He is way cleverer than that scientist for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some spoilers ahead&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(warning!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, because I want to record down exactly what I loved about this movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] When L started typing (don't blame me, this is the first time I'd seen L type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] When L threw the files all over the place after going through them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Whe L burnt the Death Note (his trademark pinch-with-index-finger-and-thumb action)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] When Boy ran screaming from the examination room and scared L (L's eyes!! darting back and forth - really funny!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] When L started typing to K, wearing his funny mask - the one you saw in Death Note 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] When L offered Maki sweets-on-a-stick and got refused (he SO looked like Robo here, it's so funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] When L proceeded to eat the sweets that Maki refused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] When L looked at both Maki and Boy crying and looking so bemused and a little taken-aback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] When L opened the doors to reveal the 'Angel Crepe' van (I was like &lt;em&gt;T.T&lt;/em&gt; then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] When L said to the FBI guy: "Meet you here in two hours. Drive as fast as you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] When the FBI guy went mortified and suddenly realised he was a decoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] When L used the FBI guy (Matsuda????) as a decoy while he went shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] When the scientist said the energy source of the virus was sugar, L looked abit taken-aback, and then proceeded eating the sugar cube he was about to pop into his mouth when the scientist made that statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] When L and Near rushed to snatch food during the 'picnic'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] And then getting 'scolded' by Maki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] When L and Near put their hands together reluctantly so that they could start eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] When Maki asked L to stand straight - and he tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] When L hugged Maki on the plane and soothed her like a big bro/daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] When L christened Near at Wammy's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] When L tried to stand straight (because he liked Maki and cos that was his last day alive) but reverted back almost immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21] When L smiled (happily/sadly??) whilst leaving Wammy's house to walk towards the setting sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-6665891344662220359?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/6665891344662220359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=6665891344662220359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6665891344662220359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6665891344662220359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/02/l-change-world.html' title='L Change the World'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-134252785733560423</id><published>2008-02-20T20:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:00:57.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;All in all, had a relatively good birthday this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday (16th Feb), we went to 大舅's house to celebrate the Last Day of Chinese New Year, and also my birthday and Wen Wei's birthday. I had a Chocolate Banana mousse cake and Wen Wei had a &lt;i&gt;pink&lt;/i&gt; cake. Lol. Little girls and &lt;i&gt;pink&lt;/i&gt;.. I don't get it. &lt;i&gt;Pink&lt;/i&gt; is my most hated colour in the world. And I never liked Barbie dolls even as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we took loads of pics. And yea, I'm not gonna post it up yet, too lazy. Maybe one day I'll update this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, I got some really nice stuff for my birthday. Besides ang pows, of course. &lt;b&gt;Black&lt;/b&gt; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The &lt;em&gt;yum&lt;/em&gt; necklace from &lt;em&gt;xiao yi&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Even though I am not Christian, but, heck, I still like cross designs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169041019521425362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R7wfa6X_X9I/AAAAAAAAAnc/XIu__wFGBSQ/s320/IMG_5645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R7wfbqX_X-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/R4NMlX84V30/s1600-h/IMG_5647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169041032406327266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R7wfbqX_X-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/R4NMlX84V30/s320/IMG_5647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R7wfb6X_X_I/AAAAAAAAAns/nfjRY2OkoJc/s1600-h/IMG_5648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169041036701294578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R7wfb6X_X_I/AAAAAAAAAns/nfjRY2OkoJc/s320/IMG_5648.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;The &lt;em&gt;yum&lt;/em&gt; jacket from IP zone:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* jackets.. love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R7wfcKX_YAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Eisl6HzGomA/s1600-h/IMG_5649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169041040996261890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R7wfcKX_YAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Eisl6HzGomA/s320/IMG_5649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The&lt;em&gt; yum&lt;/em&gt; skirt from &lt;em&gt;jie jie&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169044043178401826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R7wiK6X_YCI/AAAAAAAAAoE/dxLM2RzZtFk/s320/IMG_5653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-134252785733560423?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/134252785733560423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=134252785733560423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/134252785733560423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/134252785733560423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-2008.html' title='Birthday 2008'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R7wfa6X_X9I/AAAAAAAAAnc/XIu__wFGBSQ/s72-c/IMG_5645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-6729200771558059705</id><published>2008-02-12T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:37:01.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Credits to jiro_no_jojo17 for the translations she did for us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) What kind of car do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I don’t really need one. I wouldn’t want a big one.&lt;/span&gt; (something along those lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;[big cars are scary - hard to park, and when i'm alone driving a big car along dark lanes after watching horror movies, my imagination might go into overdrive]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What do you buy most often at the convenience store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Probably water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) What do you always have in your fridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mayonnaise and sauces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) What is the interior (of your home) like? (This question was worded weirdly, it literally translated “What is stuck to your interior?” This is the best I could come up with. Anyone else have any ideas?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mostly black and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;[hot. minimalist.... i'd do my house this way if i had my own. of course my colour theme would also include vivid red. red, white and black.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) How many CDs do you own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;About 20. Mostly punk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Out of cooking, laundry, and cleaning, which do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cooking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;[women's man indeed XD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What do you always carry in your bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;A toothbrush and toothpaste.&lt;/span&gt; (Probably because he's a smoker lol. Wonder if he actually succeeded in quiting like he said he was trying to?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) What do you first order at a sushi bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Fermented soybean rolls, sea chicken rolls, and other rolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Well then what do you order afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hamachi (Yellowtail fish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Does being tall ever cause problems for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sometimes when I’m not looking, I hit my head.&lt;/span&gt; (KAWAII SOU…..T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;[so funny... i still remember the sound this guy made when he whacked his head on the handholds attached to the ceiling of the bus... it was hilarious and i had to get off the bus to laugh. had a stitch after that.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Did you hit your head recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It’s always happening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;[exactly like my bro - accident-prone]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) When are you most happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When I’m with someone I love. Not just a girlfriend but friends too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) What did you do for New Year’s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I played mahjong with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Would you rather talk in your sleep or snore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I do both anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;[honest to the point of being funny. i can imagine Ken-san saying that with a deadpan voice and face.. and then bursting out in laughter. that's what i'd do at any rate]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) What’s your computer’s wallpaper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The characters from Little Miss Sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) How many times do you check your mail each day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;On my phone, about twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) What sites do you go to most on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The weather site and train traffic (like what lines to take and what stations to change at).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) What do you think people say about your character? (This is the closest I could get to the translation from the kanji.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Maybe that I’m selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) What thing about yourself do you like the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I don’t have anything I like the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Then what’s your least favorite thing about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When my hands get sweaty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) What’s your favorite vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Lettuce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) What alcoholic beverage do you drink the most of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cheap liquor, Okinawan sake, wine。Beer and Japanese (alcoholic) drinks are bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Do you think sake is strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It should be weaker. (Regular) sake makes you forget everything.&lt;/span&gt; (He literally said, “It makes your memory disappear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) What’s your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sukiyaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) What’s your least-favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Shirako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-6729200771558059705?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/6729200771558059705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=6729200771558059705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6729200771558059705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6729200771558059705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/02/credits-to-jironojojo17-for.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-3992038301418270807</id><published>2008-02-03T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T12:52:12.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shindo</title><content type='html'>（神童）Shindo's a great movie. For Riko Narumi and Kenichi Matsuyama and music/piano fans. I happen to like all three so yea this makes a great movie for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Storyline:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One 13-year-old piano prodigy, Uta Naruse (Riko Narumi), and her struggle with the meaning of playing classical music. Her father (Hidetoshi Nishijima) died mysteriously some years earlier, leaving her mother (Satomi Tezuka) poor and obsessed with making Uta fulfill her immense promise. But Uta is not sure if she even wants to play the piano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She gains a new perspective one day when she runs into Wao Kikuna (Kenichi Matsuyama) in a park.The piano-playing son of a greengrocer who is still trying to enter the music academy after several failures, Wao is six years her senior but far below her level of talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet through his clumsy and misguided but earnest efforts to pursue music, Uta touches a more down-to-earth love of playing the piano. Wao, although a bit envious of Uta's genius, is sparked by her presence to have his own moments of brilliance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show starts off with how Uta met Wao in the park. It's so cute, exactly how my bro would look if this were to happen to him. But of course, my bro wouldn't be cute. Only Ken (and perhaps Leslie) would be cute in this kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day as Uta was going home from school, she heard piano sounds from the room above a grocer's store.. And she goes there to listen, and she saw Wao come out to scold his neighbour who keeps complaining about his over-earnest-yet-far-from-perfect piano playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uta rushes into the house in the ensuing mayhem to play the piano.. And everyone gets enchanted by her playing, including Wao. This builds up to form the amazing friendship between Uta and Wao. One amusing part was when Wao went for his piano audition. Surprised by the favourite toy of Uta's that she had placed in his bag to encourage him, he took the toy out and set it on the audition piano - he plays so earnestly that he topped the audition. Thanks to his own hard work and Uta's encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely show overall, but some parts were kind of farfetched and hard to believe, especially the part where Litchen-something (a famous pianist) enlisted Uta's help to play in his stead when he didn't feel well. Uta learned the whole score within that few minutes, memorised the whole score (an entire book of at least 10 pages), coordinates well with the entire orchestra.... &lt;em&gt;and sits on the piano score throughout the whole performance. &lt;/em&gt;@.@ That part was unreal. Even the best pianists and best talents would have to look at the book for the first time performing an entire recital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uta = Song&lt;br /&gt;Wao = Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want this movie. Wao is sooooo cute!! Uta too! I first saw her in 1LoT, she was Ako in there, and she's really really really pretty! She's only 15 though. And she gets to kiss Wao.. So cheeky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-3992038301418270807?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.crunchyroll.com/showseries?id=7855' title='Shindo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/3992038301418270807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=3992038301418270807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3992038301418270807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3992038301418270807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/02/shindo.html' title='Shindo'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-4561526742129967182</id><published>2008-02-01T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:03:22.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rants</title><content type='html'>I hate my maid and I hate my mum's nagging. I hate Chinese New Year. Spring clean, my head!! Every bit of thing I can't pack, I'm dumping them in one of my bags. They'll be out again after the Chinese New Year. OMG. WTF man. CNY. An excuse to buy new clothes that I don't like, an excuse to make me pack my room, an excuse not to let me do what I want, an excuse to go visiting friends whom I don't know at all. I hate meeting people I don't know. I hate facades. Everyone's wearing them on CNY. People whom I know don't like me act like they do, and I have to be civil to them, sit there, listen to them talk, occasionally referring back to me as if I'm nothing but an Object like Harry Potter in Divination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1.30+pm already, I woke up at 12 today, I wanted to go to the park to blade, I wanted to watch Shindo, now I have to pack my room, and we're going out dinner later tonight. Where is my time to do all these???!! And tomorrow is the weekend. No more movies. AHHHHHHHHHHHH. It's after exams and omgggggggggggggggggggggggg I can't enjoy myself fully. F lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past two nights I watched Shibuya Kaidan, didnt watch movies in the day, cos I had other stuff to do like watch and help gan ma pack her storeroom, fetch baby from childcare, go to NTUC for groceries, go out with wifey.... Gah. I know I sound like a spoilt brat, but my days haven't been going well for me. I had everything nicely planned out and then people have to come and tell me to do things I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Shindo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Crap. I think I'm not going blading after all. I'll watch Shindo. Plenty of time to go blading over the weekend. Whereas I won't be able to watch Shindo over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Shibuya Kaidan. Warning: This is a horror movie. I kept turning cold especially at Part2, and sometimes I could feel my heart stop at certain bits. It also helped that periodically, mum would yell at me or tap me really hard on my arm or shoulder. Overall the effects were good though I didn't like the plot. Japanese horror movies always are good, they are scary no matter how stupid the plot may be. I used to like HK horror too, now I still do, but I prefer Japanese ones. I think Thai horror should be good too, I watched one, Shutter. And I liked the ghost. Western horror movies don't make the cut unless they are focussed on gore (SAW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you wifey for the L chirashi!! Hontoni daisuki desu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R6KzHE1AciI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9wQ0NbVqro8/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161885057056535074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R6KzHE1AciI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9wQ0NbVqro8/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R6KzHU1AcjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/VU2QY7Xebvo/s1600-h/Image001_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161885061351502386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R6KzHU1AcjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/VU2QY7Xebvo/s320/Image001_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-4561526742129967182?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/4561526742129967182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=4561526742129967182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4561526742129967182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4561526742129967182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/02/rants.html' title='The Rants'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R6KzHE1AciI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9wQ0NbVqro8/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-8647959825591850732</id><published>2008-01-14T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:51:45.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is another 15 more days to our last paper. I can't wait for it all to be over! And then after that I'll have a whale of a time, before getting back my results.. I've got a feeling they're gonna suck REAL BAD, and by that I mean, MAJOR BIG-TIME. Anyways. Just an update. Then I'll be free for you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE WAIT FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that I cancelled some earlier plans.. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, be seeing ya all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-8647959825591850732?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/8647959825591850732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=8647959825591850732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8647959825591850732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8647959825591850732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesh.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-2596453503710651697</id><published>2008-01-13T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:40:00.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note 3</title><content type='html'>Went to Toni and guys. Got a haircut. I like it! That guy stylist was kind of cute and friendly XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone go down to SOMERSET MRT! Cos there's my favourite picture there. I spotted it whilst walking back to take train to my house.. Don't know why I failed to spot it in the first place (when going from the station to Heeren), that billboard was huge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R4nqJ3cZW4I/AAAAAAAAAm8/5KZRL3hclUE/s1600-h/Image035_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R4nqJ3cZW4I/AAAAAAAAAm8/5KZRL3hclUE/s200/Image035_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154908703725017986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R4nqKHcZW5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/LJhupkggHjw/s1600-h/Image036_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R4nqKHcZW5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/LJhupkggHjw/s200/Image036_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154908708019985298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kenichi L. As a friend rightly said, I love Kenichi in L form... But then, the more I see of Kenichi, the more I like. Take &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexy Voice and Robo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, for example. I'm gonna watch that after my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For now, I saw some of Ken's stuff on the net, here's a juicy piece of news I especially like: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some translations from the photobook Ken gives some pretty funny, almost cynical answers to be funny it seems.So without further ado, here's questions 1-25 of the interview found on pages 52-55.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;01) What was your nickname as a child? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Matsuken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;02) What do your parents call you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;03) How many people are in your family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My parents, younger brother, and a younger sister- so 5 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;04) What was your first memory? (Okay, my friend helped me with this one since there was a ton of kanji I didn’t know. Who knows if she told me the truth lol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Touching my blanket.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;05) What games/sports did you usually play?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;06) What did you spend your money on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sweets&lt;/span&gt; (Just like L!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;07) What TV show did you watch most often?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;“Full House”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;08) What thing do you like most about Aomori? (The literal translation is “favorite taste” or something, but this makes more sense I think.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The ramen shop near my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;09) Who were your childhood heros?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Goku/Gohan from Dragonball Z (I couldn’t tell which one it is) and Ultraman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10) What subject were you best at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11) What’s the first piece of clothing you bought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A Ralph Simmons shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12) Is there a special person at home? (This is all I could figure. Help, anyone?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;There’s nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13) What was your part time job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I had a lot of different ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14) What surprised you the most when you came to Tokyo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The cockroaches! They aren’t like this in Aomori!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15) What was your impression of Tokyo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;There are so many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16) What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Turn off my alarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17) When you get home, what’s the first thing you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Turn on the lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18) What do you wash first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19) Do you sleep on a bed or a futon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Either are okay, but right now I prefer a bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20) How long do you usually sleep for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;It varies, but usually about 5 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21) How do you fight sleepiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22) How often do you get a break or vacation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;During the week I only get one, if even that. (It’s probably Sunday.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;23) During a break, what do you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I visit people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24) If you’re able to take a long holiday, what do you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I go somewhere I want, but usually that’s not possible so…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25) If you went on a trip, where would you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I want to take a road trip from Hokkaido to Okinawa.&lt;/span&gt; (Does he know you can't literally drive from A to B? lmao)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love his answers! He's being private without seeming to be.. Those kind of simple cynical answers that people who like him will most probably laugh at.. Vague answers that are kind of general and are the truth, somewhat, even if not the whole truth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, let me enjoy this pic again: &lt;strong&gt;Kenichi L&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R4ndPXcZWwI/AAAAAAAAAl8/B_jVlnaNvMU/s1600-h/Image031_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154894504563137282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R4ndPXcZWwI/AAAAAAAAAl8/B_jVlnaNvMU/s400/Image031_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems like everyone's asking me why I'm crazy over L. Would anyone in sound state of mind like a hunch-backed person with eyebags, pale complexion, messy hair, penetrating stare, weird habit of mumbling, insane fetish for sweets and slow-albeit-infuriatingly-calm reaction??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch Death Note and you might know why. No explanations needed. Love him or hate him, he's L and he's ready to change the world!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: Someone said DN3 will be out in cinemas on 21 February 2008. For our country. Know what? Japan, South Korea, Taiwan and Hong Kong get early slots: 9 February 2008. Not fair lah. But at least by 21 February I guess all that crazy CNY madness will be over. No reason for anyone to say "It's CNY for goodness sakes. Go and 拜年 not go and watch L!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-2596453503710651697?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/2596453503710651697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=2596453503710651697&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2596453503710651697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2596453503710651697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2008/01/death-note-3.html' title='Death Note 3'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R4nqJ3cZW4I/AAAAAAAAAm8/5KZRL3hclUE/s72-c/Image035_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-365602517609019776</id><published>2007-12-24T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:14:09.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tonight it is Christmas Eve. And Christmas is my favourite holiday because it is associated with snow, presents, red (on Santa's clothes). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey guys, Sera, WeiLing, Tang, YiLing, and those of you who've been reading my blog, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mas&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a picture of my very cute friend emulating L from Death Note!! He posted that pic on my profile and made me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147556947597543330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R2_LxVqlR6I/AAAAAAAAAl0/sFFzZ0p_IuE/s400/L.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting like L all the time is hard! Kudos to my friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-365602517609019776?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/365602517609019776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=365602517609019776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/365602517609019776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/365602517609019776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/12/tonight-it-is-christmas-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R2_LxVqlR6I/AAAAAAAAAl0/sFFzZ0p_IuE/s72-c/L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-9137289486446280663</id><published>2007-12-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:40:59.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1リットルの涙, Ichi Rittoru no Namida</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;1リットルの涙, Ichi Rittoru no Namida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/showseries?id=521"&gt;http://www.crunchyroll.com/showseries?id=521&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching "One Liter of Tears" yesterday night, and finished it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is based on a true story, and the drama was made based on the actual diary (1973) by a Japanese girl Kito Aya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Story Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama is based on the real-life struggles of a 15-year-old girl named Aya who suffered from an incurable disease, but lived life to the fullest until her death at 25. The script is based on the diary Aya kept writing until she could no longer hold a pen. The book that later followed entitled One Litre of Tears has sold over 1.1 million copies in Japan alone. Aya Kitō proved her courage and positive attitude towards an uncertain future when suffering such an illness, spinocerebellar atrophy. The drama spans a decade, during which she graduates from school while her conditions worsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins as Aya prepares for the new semester. Despite being happy, she suffers from slight physical problems, which only her mother seems to notice. However, one day, she falls unconsciously on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she is sent to the hospital, she is shortly diagnosed with the disease. Despite the fact that she is diagnosed with the terminal illness, she does not lose the will to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still makes friends with others, including her first love, Yuji. She later develops an interest in Haruto. Although somewhat cold, Haruto was still kind to her. Meanwhile, her health continues to deteriorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that she will not survive for long, she returns a gift to Haruto, who discovers the fact when he reads the love letter that Aya gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last episode, she dies peacefully, and her parents mourn her.&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama is really good, and you guys should watch it! We can learn alot of things, such as how Aya and her family felt when they found out about her disease, how many unkind stares an invalid attracts, how the invalid feels, and how best to handle these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really sad story but also inspiring at times because of Aya's strength, though I couldn't help but cry when I watched those episodes. Her strength and courage are really admirable (and I'm not just saying it).. I cannot handle unkind stares.. but Aya still manage to smile her way cheerfully and pretend that all is 'daijobu'.. It hurt to see Aya crying over everything she cannot experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the episodes, I cannot help but feel that it is truly rare for people around Aya to actually help her. Haruto, Aya's love interest, helped her in discreet ways, such as just being there for her, supporting and standing up for her when her entire class starts speaking against her. If only the world were filled with Harutos, those who truly care and will help no matter what.. This drama has shown me the harsh reality of what it is like behind closed doors; most people always act as if everything is &lt;em&gt;'fine, fine, dont worry about it'&lt;/em&gt; when someone inconveniences them, but when the person is out of sight, all the bitching comes in. I know how Aya feels, though what I have is not as bad and not as obvious as Aya's, but to actually hear what other people say behind Aya's back.. or my back for that matter.. is greatly disturbing to me. My character as it is is already one that does not smile often, does not have an optimistic outlook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this show, my favourite characters are Aya, Mizuno (Aya's dad), Haruto and that nice doctor who was in charge of Aya. Kenichi acted in that show too, but as that evil Kawamoto senpai who dumped Aya. Sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is definitely cringe-worthy too, when Aya falls directly on her face.. So all who are afraid of blood, you should definitely not watch it. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-9137289486446280663?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.crunchyroll.com/showseries?id=521' title='1リットルの涙, Ichi Rittoru no Namida'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/9137289486446280663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=9137289486446280663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/9137289486446280663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/9137289486446280663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-ichi-rittoru-no-namida.html' title='1リットルの涙, Ichi Rittoru no Namida'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-6227353342172852936</id><published>2007-12-18T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:51:32.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out *whew*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today was a GREAT day. So many things happened that made me happy. And all&amp;#39;s well with the world. For today. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Met darling T2 &lt;br&gt;2. Got a Leslie Cheung 1989 farewell concert disc (more about that later) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Getting no. 2 was a huge surprise for me, because although I already have a disc on his farewell concert, it&amp;#39;s like something&amp;#39;s telling me to watch it again! And the other thing is that 干爹 suddenly got it for me!! Yes, i did watch it again, and it brought back memories.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Memories about how infatuated I was with darling Mr Cheung, memories about why I was, memories about those bad, bad days during which that infatuation lasted.. and the list goes on. His lyrics just speak to me, and I am able to quote his lyrics for everyday stuff, every single scenario (except those &amp;#39;FUCK YOU&amp;#39; stuff - he doesnt have angry songs).  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;我 再也不必怕寂寞&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I dont have to be afraid of loneliness&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;寂寞已像一把锁&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; It is already like a lock &lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;锁走真的我&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; Locking away the real me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;错 过去竟会怕寂寞&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;I was afraid of loneliness in the past&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;寂寞已像一把火&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Loneliness is like a fire&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;狠狠烧伤我&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; Savagely ravaging me from within &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;独自对着影子&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; Facing my shadow alone &lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;难找知心一个&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;It is hard to find a person who understands me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;看 到处充满了寂寞&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Look around, everywhere it is full of loneliness&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;寂寞背后多苦楚&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;(untranslated) &lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;苦楚都给我 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[credits to yours truly for the english translation] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today is the first time I watched his concert again, after many months of not even listening to his songs. I had been listening to new songs all the time, songs like Kiss Me by Sixpence, Here&amp;#39;s where I stand by Tiffany Taylor. And now back to Mr Cheung. I didnt realise, or maybe I forgot, how crystal-clear his voice was. Yup. Was, because I think his voice changed since he retired from his singing career in 1989. Somehow. When he came back on stage again, his voice just sounded more mature, more world-weary. Or maybe I just think too much.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had a fantastic chat and outing with T2 today!! Thanks to T2 who showed me a fantastic Japanese restaurant, and that we share so many things in common. :) Yay. I wish I had the good old times back. Now that we have grown older, busier and more mature, we have less time to meet, so any time we meet is precious to us both. And it has been an interesting experience to find out how similar we are in our thinking, how we can discuss everything under the sun with no restrictions :) She&amp;#39;s my bestest friend ever! And something else.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Again, NOSTALGIA. This word, this feeling, it has a way of creeping back into my life, slowly, slowly, so slowly that I dont notice it. And suddenly it barrels down on me with a huge BOOM! Nostalgia has me riffling the racks for the toys of the past; that old spiderman toy that flips down mirrors and smooth surfaces, that elusive tamagotchi, those cheap 20-cent tidbit, those cheap, sweet stick ice lollies, those time capsule toys. And today we went looking for nostalgia.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lovelies. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love ya T2! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kup bei lei darling: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;如果能让我终会得到你 &lt;br&gt;能为爱能为爱牺牲 &lt;br&gt;我愿意 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;XD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-6227353342172852936?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/6227353342172852936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=6227353342172852936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6227353342172852936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6227353342172852936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/12/nostalgia_9765.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-827428659786967452</id><published>2007-12-02T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:40:55.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever felt too dumb to make a difference?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that all too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel smart. It's usually when it comes to stuff like general knowledge; all thanks to all the books I read as a child. Can say I know a little of many things, but am not really that knowledgeable; kind of like a 'Jack of all trades'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel dumb. This is when it comes to studies, because I've lost all my motivation to retain all the information in my head, to think and analyse and what-nots so that I learn stuff.. And also partly because I've no confidence I'll be able to do it. A students' mental block.. IF that's what I can call it.. And IF that is any excuse at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one weird &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and extremely annoying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;thing about humans is, that many people don't like to listen to others, simply because that person is too 'smart' or too 'dumb'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart people (often those with no paper qualifications to show) are often not taken seriously, or even ignored. Because what they say is too 'cheem' - too sophisticated - and no one else has analysed it from their viewpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that they think too much and too in-depth, but have no idea how to express their opinions in words. Like some people often think all over the place, if someone makes a remark or comment.. And they think, "hmm why did she say that? is it because it's really like that, or she just said it to piss me off &lt;em&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that they think of stuff that is kind of &lt;em&gt;out-of-this-world&lt;/em&gt;, like, "why is it that I seem to have experienced this before, is it because of past lives or out-of-body experiences?" and no one... well.. understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how about 'dumb' people? I don't think there are truly any dumb people on Earth, only those who are born with low IQ, or got their brains damaged by something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes the case is just that people don't like to think, or are too zonked-out to answer in well-construed sentences a.k.a understandable manner, or are just queer in that they don't like to give straightforward answers, and they get marked as being 'dumb'. Just like me... I'm one of those..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just that the person generally looks as if she doesn't know what's going on (although she does), or that the person is hard-of-hearing, kind of blind, just doesn't like to show emotions and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I saying.. My brain's bursting. I'm thinking too much and worrying too much lately.. And don't ask me what I'm thinking about.. Right now I'm falling into the 'smart' category in terms of &lt;em&gt;chimology&lt;/em&gt; random thoughts, but falling into the 'dumb' category in terms of studies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's something else in general that keeps making me laugh. This scene keeps playing back in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comment comment if you've got anything to say about this that I'm gonna tell you about:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy (I'm calling him Robo) hates to go to work, he loves his toy robots and would rather stay at home playing with them, than to wear his worksuit, carry his workbag and wait for the bus to take him to his workplace.. [i'm like robo.. i'd rather stay at home to play with my dogs than to go to school]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a huge gust of air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the neck of a lady in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady then promptly whacks Robo in the face with her workbag and screams "PERVERT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robo goes, "Why?!" and chases after the lady, to deny any pervertism that he's being accused of........... ahhh and she runs to a policeman and a group of training taekwondo clubbers... and you know what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chase after him and he goes slipping and sliding across the marble floors of the walkways.. (cos of his workshoes - you know guys' workshoes always have very smooth bottoms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Japanese comedy drama for you. This scene was barely 1 minute into the first episode, and already had me in stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's a good reminder to say that I'm easily amused by others' misfortunes.. One guy almost fell over (and he &lt;em&gt;hopped hopped hopped&lt;/em&gt; to one side) when the MRT train screeched to a stop on Friday.. Again that scene had me in stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sighs. Robo, you're making me laugh again. I can't forget the look on your face when you're scared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-827428659786967452?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/827428659786967452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=827428659786967452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/827428659786967452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/827428659786967452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-you-ever-felt-too-dumb-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-2275627195431333714</id><published>2007-11-25T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:26:04.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L change the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks to somebody (won't mention the name here so that he/she can keep a low-profile), I watched Death Note 1 and 2 on two simultaneous days in early May. And then, a few months later, I fell in love with L after reading the manga he/she lent me. Quite a late reaction.. Imagine falling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; after seeing them for the first time?? (and also, months of not seeing that person, and suddenly falling head-over-heels-in-love with that person after seeing him the second time) I guess that's me. That's why I'm unique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Weirdly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;DEATH NOTE 3 IS COMING OUT NEXT YEAR!! *%$&amp;amp;@(@) BUT. IT'S COMING OUT ON 9 FEBRUARY 2008. WHERE?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"About L, change the world, i read somewhere before that it is one of the few movies, if not the first, to be simultaneously shown in 4 asian countries in February 9, 2008: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Japan, Hongkong (China), Korea, Taiwan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. How about Singapore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the official site of DEATH NOTE3: &lt;a href="http://wwws.warnerbros.co.jp/L-movie/"&gt;L CHANGE THE WORLD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And GUESS WHAT?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The whole thing is on L!!&lt;/span&gt; No Raito (Light), No Misa, No Remu (Rem), No Ryuk!! Yay! Sadly, this is on the remaining 21 days of his life. [I don't know how long Raito met L.. so.. yea I don't know the whole storyline/plot so don't ask me!! I'm eagerly awaiting this release of this movie!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ANOTHER VERY IMPORTANT NEWS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEATHNOTE L PHOTOBOOK WILL BE RELEASED NEXT YEAR.&lt;/span&gt; After the DN3 movie release. I so WANT that book. WILL SOMEONE BUY IT FOR ME? Or sponsor abit... X) WANNY-SAN WANTS L PHOTOBOOK AND MOVIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the info on the book! &lt;a href="http://www.asianbite.com/default.asp?Display=1178"&gt;L photobook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R0mMZJKL0yI/AAAAAAAAAlk/NLqnSK2cf34/s1600-h/kensan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R0mMZJKL0yI/AAAAAAAAAlk/NLqnSK2cf34/s400/kensan.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136791213576016674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cute, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;? Matsuyama Kenichi (L); on his right is Fujiwara Tatsuya (Light), on his left should be Toda Erika (Misa) - but doesn't look like her, so I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* As with Japanese names, the family name comes first, followed by the given name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so nobody slam me, I still like Leslie Cheung. And if you don't like Kenichi, you can say so, but don't say I'm a tasteless person with absolutely appalling tastes in men. Cos I'm gonna kill you if you say the latter. If you say the former, you won't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The reason why L is the World's Greatest Detective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R0otaZKL0zI/AAAAAAAAAls/5QVZezqI2bw/s1600-h/yagami+gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R0otaZKL0zI/AAAAAAAAAls/5QVZezqI2bw/s400/yagami+gay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136968256422925106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Raito-kun... did you know that your family name spelt backwards is "I'm gay"?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO: &lt;/span&gt;Raitoooo.... GAY! ^^ :wOOt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* info for noobs: Raito's name is Yagami Light. Raito is the Japanese pronunciation of 'Light'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-2275627195431333714?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/2275627195431333714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=2275627195431333714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2275627195431333714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2275627195431333714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/11/l-change-world_25.html' title='L change the world'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/R0mMZJKL0yI/AAAAAAAAAlk/NLqnSK2cf34/s72-c/kensan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-7418360539451953450</id><published>2007-11-17T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T21:33:48.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP SUCKS BIG TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FYP&lt;/u&gt; SUCKS BIG TIME!! &lt;u&gt;SCHOOL LIFE&lt;/u&gt; DOES TOO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FINALLY we finished up our FYP report. one down, two to go.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;two being the powerpoint slides and the presentation itself. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the presentation has so many things i hate,  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. the FORMALS &lt;br&gt;2. the HEELS&lt;br&gt;3. the presenting&lt;br&gt;4. the Q&amp;amp;A &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(i so know that the teachers are gonna shoot me down with questions.. it&amp;#39;ll be an intolerable 5 minutes. i hope - against hope - that they wont fire a question at me. it&amp;#39;s only a blardy 5 minutes.. how many questions can they ask.. maybe 10?! ZOMG.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;5. the fact that i can never get over my stage fright, lisping, stuttering, mispronunciations, &amp;#39;blur-ing&amp;#39; at the panel of lecturers...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AND I GOT THOSE LECTURERS WHO ARE KNOWN TO SHOOT RANDOM HARD-AS-HELL QUESTIONS! Got two of them summore. One looks very very intimidating and asks scary questions. One looks cold, distant, aloof, and asks scary questions. The rest I dont know. but I&amp;#39;m pretty awed by my FYP teacher too. cos she looks so no-nonsense type, and she seems exactly like my mum, just a shorter version who always wears pants. FYP teacher will be there. and i&amp;#39;m known to have this &amp;#39;slack, heck-care-lah&amp;#39; attitude cos i listen, look blur, and dont question anything verbally.  &lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" color="#ffcccc"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it&amp;#39;s in my genes okay! and yea, maybe i really dont care..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; so many freaking things to do lar. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;not to mention &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ONE test NEXT WEEK, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TWO tests in the PRESENTATION WEEK, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TWO homework reports and TWO homework presentations due THE WEEK AFTER. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;gawd, i have to remember that &amp;quot;what doesn&amp;#39;t kill me will only make me stronger&amp;quot;. provided it doesnt kill me... and provided i learn from what i&amp;#39;m copying.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-7418360539451953450?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/7418360539451953450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=7418360539451953450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7418360539451953450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7418360539451953450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/11/fyp-sucks-big-time_17.html' title='FYP SUCKS BIG TIME'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-2253703946666468265</id><published>2007-11-02T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:41:37.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i just read my friend&amp;#39;s blog. and i realise mine is so shallow. talking about all these superficial, mundane, ordinary, run-of-the-mill stories of how my day passes, what i feel (in a very very shallow manner).&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;guess i&amp;#39;d better re-evaluate my options, whether or not to write profoundly and whether or not to create a new blog. i feel that my blog here is just written to cater to a specific audience - namely mostly people who dont know me well enough to even know what i&amp;#39;m thinking of. (i think its mainly because i&amp;#39;m afraid of revealing too much of myself, showing my vulnerable side to people) &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;and my language is so limited. the vocabs, the sentence structure, and the ability to express myself in words.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-2253703946666468265?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/2253703946666468265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=2253703946666468265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2253703946666468265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2253703946666468265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-read-my-friend-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-3845016500799684505</id><published>2007-10-30T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:20:04.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes01</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="Bookman Old Style" size="2"&gt;We enjoy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;warmth&lt;/span&gt; because we        have been &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br&gt;       We appreciate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt; because we have been in &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;darkness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br&gt;       By the same token, we can experience &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; because we have known &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="Bookman Old Style" size="2"&gt;There is no greater sorrow        than to recall in misery the time when we were happy. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; Quotes of Idiocy (that made me smirk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;quot;Most lies about blondes are false.&amp;quot; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;what are lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Headline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;quot;Better make it six, I can&amp;#39;t eat eight.&amp;quot; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;failed his mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   - Dan Osinski, Baseball player, being asked by a waitress if he wanted his pizza cut into six or eight slices &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;quot;Golden, Ripe, Boneless Bananas, 39 Cents A Pound.&amp;quot; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boneless bananas? thats a first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   - Advertisement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;quot;Cars will not have         Intercourse on this Bridge.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;how crude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           -Tokyo, Japan traffic sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;quot;Hawaii is a unique state. It is a small state. It is a state that is by itself. It is a --it is different from the other 49 states. Well, all states are different, but it&amp;#39;s got a particularly unique situation.&amp;quot; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;total lack of vocab and brain things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - Dan Quayle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;quot;Lack of brains hinders research.&amp;quot; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, it helps research!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - Headline &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;quot;In an action film you         act in the action, in a drama film you act in the drama.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;sweet and succinct. not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;          - Jean-Claude Van Damme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;quot;And now the sequence of events in no particular order.&amp;quot; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rather&amp;#39;s not in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   - Dan Rather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;quot;Solutions are not the answer.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;then what is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - Richard Nixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s like deja-vu all over again.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;i always see this quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - Yogi Berra, Baseball player &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;quot;We are not ready for an unforeseen event that may or may not occur.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;of course we aren&amp;#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   - Dan Quayle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;quot;I feel my best when I&amp;#39;m         happy,&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;oh, so do i, so do i..... don&amp;#39;t we all??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           - Winona Ryder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;quot;Sure there have been injuries and deaths in boxing - but none of them serious.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;deaths aren&amp;#39;t serious??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   - Alan Minter, Boxer&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-3845016500799684505?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/3845016500799684505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=3845016500799684505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3845016500799684505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3845016500799684505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/10/quotes01.html' title='Quotes01'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-8652213235023783860</id><published>2007-10-25T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:14:56.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some people who piss the hell out of me</title><content type='html'>today we went to the hydroponics farm off Bah Soon Pah Road. it's a nice farm, tho i didnt think so at first. i think it was the veggie/plant shop at the end of the tour that made me think so. plus i knew some stuff that was mentioned during the tour. happy lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought 4 packets of oyster mushroom (thanks to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jie jie&lt;/span&gt; who intro-ed me to this mushroom), at $3 for all 4 packets. what a steal! i heard from granny that 1 pack from outside (ie supermarket, wet market) costs $1.60/$2.60. hah. luckily i had the sense to buy the oyster mushroom tho a classmate told me: "hah?! this kind of thing also want to buy?!"  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;of cos i will buy la, you think i listen to you meh? you dont know how to enjoy good and nice food.&lt;/span&gt; at first i bought 2 packets, then decided to buy another 2.. hahaa granny was so happy when i came back, mum too. granny praised me for 'being a good girl and buying veggies home although i visited a farm during school hours and had to carry everything around in school". happy la. and i bought a $1 plant for mum. i couldnt tell her what plant it was, tho. that about makes up for all the weird looks i get from people when they see me carrying mushrooms and a potted plant home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME PEOPLE PISS THE HELL OUT OF ME!!! THEY SEEM TO MAKE THEIR LIVES CENTRED AROUND PISSING ME OFF. what does that achieve for them?! satisfaction in seeing my face turn red, then splotchy, and then my mouth exploding in vulgarities??  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immature morons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a moron for letting them piss me off. obviously after so many years of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanling, learn to control your temper &lt;/span&gt;" i still get that way. i havent learnt anything. at home, when i get pissed off, i shoot my mouth off. outside, when i get pissed off, i shut up. what's the similarity then, people ask? well. my face turns black. whether or not i say anything, my anger is apparent. and i'd better learn to control it before something drastic happens, and i lose another person i love again, without the chance to ever say sorry, to get them back again. and to ask for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP sucks. everything about it. the experiments itself, getting crappy results, writing that report, doing that freaking presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for facebook. otherwise i would never have anything to do online. and i love the apps, esp. those which allow you to irritate, poke or kick your friends. and gift them stuff. i love gifting. (not in real life tho, cos i'm usually hard-up. if i'm not, hey, i will gift often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The crying game: men vs. women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071024/ap_en_ot/the_crying_game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Women are not making it up when they say they're damned if they do, damned if they don't," said Stephanie Shields, the psychology professor who conducted the study. "If you don't express any emotion, you're seen as not human, like Mr. Spock on '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1193260741_4"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,'" she said. "But too much crying, or the wrong kind, and you're labeled as overemotional, out of control, and possibly irrational."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Exactly. I'm labelled 'Mr Spock'. Or anything similar, cos of my lack of emotion. I don't cry. Usually when I do it's cos I lost control of myself, and am beyond myself with fury. Sad case. 'Mr Spock' gets labelled as cold-blooded when she doesnt show emotions, and overemotional if she does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-8652213235023783860?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/8652213235023783860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=8652213235023783860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8652213235023783860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8652213235023783860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-people-who-piss-hell-out-of-me.html' title='some people who piss the hell out of me'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-4889194521781764711</id><published>2007-10-20T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:09:35.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dumb Stage 3B DBT</title><content type='html'>Quizzes are the craziest thing in our poly. Look at our schedule! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123281331393133746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RxmNOgIT_LI/AAAAAAAAAlU/IPeySgpG__E/s200/sukcs%27.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;And that's not all. FYP presentation is from wk9-10 (so that the timeslots can accommodate all the groups of Year Three DBT students from Stage A and Stage B.) Wk11 is scheduled for the distinction selection - I'll never make it, and if I do, I might or might not go to try. Reason 1 being, I absolutely am not aware of what my FYP is for. Reason 2 being I HATE PRESENTING! I shiver, I shudder, I get butterflies, I faint, I swoon. And I have to wear formals. I hate skirts. I hate formals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'scuse me now, gotta go mug for the CP2040 quiz 1 - Good Manufacturing Practice. (next week's Wk5) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-4889194521781764711?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/4889194521781764711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=4889194521781764711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4889194521781764711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4889194521781764711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/10/dumb-stage-3b-dbt.html' title='the dumb Stage 3B DBT'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RxmNOgIT_LI/AAAAAAAAAlU/IPeySgpG__E/s72-c/sukcs%27.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-8132440109113060080</id><published>2007-10-18T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:49:29.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day's rambles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;the previous song&amp;#39;s like always running in my head, every waking moment. i hum abit here and there. okay, so i sing them too. but only the first para heh heh heh. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;oh. life sucks.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;okay, it&amp;#39;s getting better actually. (i cant believe the pessimist me is saying this! everyone should love me for that!)&amp;nbsp;FYP&amp;#39;s almost over! and i&amp;#39;m done with the part of the report i&amp;#39;v been assigned. there&amp;#39;s still more tho, but i&amp;#39;ll just let it come and stop fretting. YAY!! life rocks. and coffee&amp;#39;s my saviour! today i&amp;#39;m like so wide-awake and i could even write notes and listen at the same time (this woman here has never been able to multi-task), or even play handphone games (dont tell my mum!) and listen at the same time. i rock. ermmm.. thats so not me right? i&amp;#39;m just going crazy already&amp;nbsp;man... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;another very very interesting thing. facebook. superlatives. it&amp;#39;s an application. i got like, voted by ppl to be the &amp;#39;most talkative&amp;#39;?!? i admit i always have verbal diarrhoea, to anyone who bothers to talk to me enough. which is like nobody in poly. i always feel so closed-up, so vulnerable, so gullible and naive whenever i&amp;#39;m thrown outside my comfort zone. i even got cheated by the fyp mates i&amp;#39;m working with.&amp;nbsp;=.=&amp;quot;&amp;quot;&amp;quot; i&amp;#39;m not street-smart, and poly&amp;#39;s not my cup of tea. no amount of intelligence will ever make up for what i&amp;#39;m lacking. (not that i have loads of intelligence) &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;i NEED a new bag! a huge one. if u&amp;#39;v seen me lugging my sling bag around, u will know how big i love my bags to be.. A4.. and then some. and within budget. i&amp;#39;v busted my pocket again.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-8132440109113060080?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/8132440109113060080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=8132440109113060080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8132440109113060080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8132440109113060080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/10/days-rambles.html' title='a day&apos;s rambles'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-221172958950191619</id><published>2007-10-13T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:30:18.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm counting on you</title><content type='html'>Here In The Dark I Stand Before You&lt;br&gt;Knowing This Is My Chance To Show You My Heart &lt;br&gt;This Is The Start, This Is The Start&lt;br&gt;I Have So Much To Say&lt;br&gt;And Im Hoping That Your Arms Are Open,&lt;br&gt;Dont Turn Away I Want You Near Me, &lt;br&gt;But You Have To Hear Me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s Where I Stand,&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s Who I Am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Me But Dont Tell Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who I Have To Be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s Who I Am&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m What You See&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Said I Had To Change And I Was Trying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But My Heart Was Lying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Im Not A Child Any Longer&lt;br&gt;I Am Stronger&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s Where I Stand&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s Who I Am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To Move On But Please Dont Tell Me How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Im On My Way Im Moving Now&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In This Life We Come So Far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But We&amp;#39;re Only Who We Are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;With The Courage Of Love&lt;br&gt;To Show Us The Way&lt;br&gt;We Got The Power To Stand Up And Say&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stand Up And Say&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s Here&amp;#39;s Who I Am Stand Up.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll Be Countin Im Countin On You. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If You&amp;#39;r With Me We&amp;#39;ll Make It Through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s Where I Stand Here&amp;#39;s Who I Am&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, And We&amp;#39;ll Make It Though&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s Where I Stand &lt;br&gt;Baby, Baby, Baby, Im Countin On You&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s Where I Stand&lt;br&gt;Love Me, Love Me, Love Me And We&amp;#39;ll Make It Through&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Im Counting, Ooooh Im Counting, Im Counting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im Counting On You &lt;/span&gt;! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-221172958950191619?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/221172958950191619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=221172958950191619&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/221172958950191619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/221172958950191619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-counting-on-you.html' title='I&apos;m counting on you'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-1944844301805320675</id><published>2007-10-08T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:00:27.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Stones</title><content type='html'>Oh okay, so &amp;quot;Wild Horses&amp;quot; was sung by the Rolling Stones. I don&amp;#39;t think it&amp;#39;s Daniel Letterle who sang the &amp;quot;wild horses&amp;quot; in Camp. Unless he&amp;#39;s that great in getting all the nuances, accents, and voice down-pat. Some of the parts have different nuances.. But they are slight.. Don&amp;#39;t listen carefully and you can&amp;#39;t tell the difference. But wth, so who sang the &amp;quot;wild horses&amp;quot; in Camp? Letterle or Rolling Stones?? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And who the heck is Rolling Stones. Mick Jagger and Keith Richards? OMG in this time and era I still don&amp;#39;t know who the Rolling Stones are. And I never heard of Keith Richards until I knew that Jack Sparrow was modelled after him. Cool. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s the video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iA3ndr1GDl8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iA3ndr1GDl8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Childhood Living&lt;br&gt;Is Easy to Do&lt;br&gt;The things you wa-onted&lt;br&gt;I bought them for you (i wish!) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Graceless Lady&lt;br&gt;You know who I am&lt;br&gt;You know I cant let you&lt;br&gt;Slide through my hands&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...the rest, go search the internet for them...&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-1944844301805320675?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/1944844301805320675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=1944844301805320675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1944844301805320675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1944844301805320675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/10/rolling-stones.html' title='Rolling Stones'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-1099649293039659916</id><published>2007-10-04T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:21:23.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's very boring man. But today we had Agrotechnology practical (something on plants), and we - namely me D FW - washed the Green Wonder.. That's the huge water/nutrient container in which we submerge plants in the Nutrient Film Technique (??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, I don't understand what all these techniques are, anymore than non-science students do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home from the MRT station today, I bought a sweet corn ice cream from the ice cream uncle. Let's call him Lao Uncle. He's very poor thing, I see him there almost everyday, at the same location. When he's not at that location, he's just like 10 metres away.. vying with another - younger, albeit more friendly - ice cream uncle. So of course more people buy from the younger ice cream uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the human traffic at that area that Lao Uncle works at, is very low. On top of that, fewer of the people who pass him by actually buy from him. So even if he charges $10/ice cream, it wouldn't make any difference to him. I mean, what can $10 do in Singapore nowadays? Much less that measly $1 he gets for every ice cream he sells? And &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is not the profit. Counting the ice cream, those wafer biscuits and the piece of plastic he provides with each ice cream - he makes a profit of only around $0.60/ice cream?? Very little lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought from him today only because I was feeling thirsty.. And tired and in a bad mood cos of stress.. So too lazy to go Mac's.. I prefer the MacDonald's Oreo McFlurry (really, I have a super soft spot for it =X) Maybe to make life easier for him I should pay $2. But &lt;em&gt;wah lau&lt;/em&gt;, only &lt;em&gt;ice cream &lt;/em&gt;lei. And not as nice as McFlurry also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity him la, &lt;em&gt;every single day for every single year of his remaining life he spends rotting away under his umbrella, in the hot sun, waiting for people to buy things from him.&lt;/em&gt; Another reason why people don't buy ice cream from him is because he's really really really super slow. Man man tun tun wear his plastic gloves, man man tun tun take out the ice cream, man man tun tun cut ice cream, man man tun tun take biscuit and put on both sides of ice cream, and man man tun tun hand over the ice cream! Old liao la.. And most likely depressed. See his face everyday like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh. We have life so easy. At least even if school sucks, we still have graduation to look forward to, as least we know the amount of time left for us to suffer. If work sucks, we can always hold out for a little longer &lt;em&gt;for that f-ing bonus that won't come fast enough! &lt;/em&gt;and then quit cos we already have the qualifications to find another job. (i'm not in this category &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;) That Lao Uncle doesn't know how long more he must suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My place has so many buskers, tissue-sellers, ice cream uncles.. That I just have to avert my eyes everytime I see them if I dont want to buy anything. Sad state la. Singapore's so affluent, yet we still have so many poor people. Just like HongKong, Korea etc.. And I gripe about not having pocket money for a week =X &lt;em&gt;i'm spoilt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-1099649293039659916?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/1099649293039659916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=1099649293039659916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1099649293039659916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1099649293039659916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/10/schools-very-boring-man.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-7643784424959970818</id><published>2007-09-30T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:46:41.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>烂成绩</title><content type='html'>i love school i love school i love school!!!&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;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;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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, NOT! i'm trying to psycho myself to like school. or LOVE it, even. but it's not working! i need a mantra.. ohmm???&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; p5 &lt;/span&gt;的时候：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;慧文：&lt;/span&gt;老师，婉绫的成绩很好呢！她拿到第一名！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;黄老师：&lt;/span&gt;拿到第一名是没用的，她的日记写的每次千篇一律。。！&lt;br /&gt;我：。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;全班： (during recess) wanling, dont be sad ah, that old hag always talk rubbish de, what '我给你们面子，没有在hall骂你们！！' in the end she also scold us so loudly in class, the other classes surely can hear one lor.. ur results v good le wor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;p6 &lt;/span&gt;的时候：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;wanling ah, why have your results dropped so much? your class position has dropped 16 places. what's distracting you from your studies??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;的时候：&lt;br /&gt;wanling, how did you drop 3 grades? better work hard you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;现在啊， 不用说了。。好挂念&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; p5 &lt;/span&gt;的时候， 每个人都认为我是'好成绩之&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;女&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;王'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are late bloomers. i think i'm an early bloomer, and now the flowers are dying.. i miss my heydays. i cant believe my heydays are over. or maybe it just feels like. maybe my flowers will bloom again soon, maybe i will have another few more years to peak. hopefully. cos right now i'm just stagnating, deteriorating, growing old mentally. i need self-help books. i need to read more books. books! and get myself cultured. to be more feminine and human. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now, i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mug on, wanner!! and STOP PROCRASTINATING!!! 先苦后甜！！！！！！！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-7643784424959970818?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/7643784424959970818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=7643784424959970818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7643784424959970818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7643784424959970818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='烂成绩'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-8763861703064068014</id><published>2007-09-29T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T14:31:17.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need my kuek yi and inline skating fix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got through my first week in school, in one piece. but though i dont really feel sleepy during classes (this is the first week!!!), i can feel it coming that i'll be tired throughout the rest of the sem... late nights, projects, over-saturated brain, leaking brain juices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in this first week i safely say that i havent got rid of this tendency to zone out during lessons.. not because i'm sleepy, but because the lessons are boring.. i zone out for like a few seconds during each lecture, at ANY random time, and sometimes during the crucial bit where the teacher is dishing out some really important information for us to understand the whole topic. and i miss it! GAH.. needless to say i dont understand the lecture - can understand what the teacher says/teaches only when i dont zone out AND IT'S NOT HELPING ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school sucks when you're me. i need help not zoning out. do i have a short attention span?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-8763861703064068014?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/8763861703064068014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=8763861703064068014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8763861703064068014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8763861703064068014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need-my-kuek-yi-and-inline-skating.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-8396535034379660039</id><published>2007-09-20T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:50:58.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met keng yesterday. he came up to me whilst i was eating lunch. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s been good talking to him, because although he is 1 year younger than me, he&amp;#39;s more mature in his thinking. like for example, he will tell me to &amp;quot;don&amp;#39;t care about stupid people or people who piss you off. just do your own stuff&amp;quot;. i mean, yea, i hear that all the time from grown-ups, but to hear that from a kid younger than me?? and also, another thing that makes me &amp;#39;listen&amp;#39; to him though he&amp;#39;s my &amp;#39;di-di&amp;#39;, is that he&amp;#39;s in the same poly as me, he feels the same thing as me (that people are making use of him) and he knows how to handle them. well, same as me, but just that he&amp;#39;s good. he should be a politician. he knows how to treat &amp;#39;friends&amp;#39; so that they don&amp;#39; t take advantage of him, he knows when to help out his true friends and so on..&amp;nbsp; sometimes i&amp;#39;m just too nice or too weak for my own good. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyways, i talked to jing just now. this is funny!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:36):&lt;br&gt;video cam!&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:36): &lt;br&gt;nO &lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:36):&lt;br&gt;why?&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:36):&lt;br&gt;busy&amp;nbsp; w my dear &lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:36):&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;lol&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:36):&lt;br&gt;oh&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:36): &lt;br&gt;okay&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:36):&lt;br&gt;jing ah&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:36):&lt;br&gt;where did u go juz now&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:36): &lt;br&gt;worts&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:36):&lt;br&gt;eh &lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:36):&lt;br&gt;pak tor? &lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:36):&lt;br&gt;i go out with gf&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:36): &lt;br&gt;cannot arh&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:36):&lt;br&gt;orh hor&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:36):&lt;br&gt;cannot&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:37): &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;he&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:37):&lt;br&gt;joking lar&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:38):&lt;br&gt;arh nor &lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:38):&lt;br&gt;i ur gf lei&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:38):&lt;br&gt;hahahaa&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:38):&lt;br&gt;eh get facebook&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:38): &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;ok gf&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:38):&lt;br&gt;i busy&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:38): &lt;br&gt;later&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:38):&lt;br&gt;okay&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:38):&lt;br&gt;den u add me hor&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:38): &lt;br&gt;kks&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:42):&lt;br&gt;or hor&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:42):&lt;br&gt;u like vanessa hudgens&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:42): &lt;br&gt;waaah&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:42):&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;lol&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:42):&lt;br&gt;she was caught nude eh &lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:42):&lt;br&gt;took her own nude pic&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:42):&lt;br&gt;hahhaa&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:42):&lt;br&gt;ky cuter&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:42):&lt;br&gt;this one make me want to pinch her &lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:43):&lt;br&gt;yeap&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:43): &lt;br&gt;a t&amp;nbsp; ute&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:43):&lt;br&gt;stupid&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:43):&lt;br&gt;u say ur sister stupid? &lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:43):&lt;br&gt;waa&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:43):&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; no&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{** Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:43):&lt;br&gt;the vanessa&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:44): &lt;br&gt;ky is chao cute&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:44):&lt;br&gt;ahhaha&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:44):&lt;br&gt;she splash urine on me just now -.-&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:44): &lt;br&gt;lmao&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:44):&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:44): &lt;br&gt;so&amp;nbsp; ute&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:44):&lt;br&gt;when you went pak tor with vanessa&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:44):&lt;br&gt;-.-&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:45):&lt;br&gt;ur sis urinate on the floor, then she sit in it and splash around with her hands. straightaway splash at me &lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:45):&lt;br&gt;then ur mummy beat her&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:45):&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;lol&lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:45):&lt;br&gt;so funny &lt;br&gt;$&amp;lt;[{**Qu@CK™!!!}]&amp;gt;$ being a friend means to not bother about his or her faults, and being by his or her side in good n bad times says (21:45): &lt;br&gt;so sad i nt there&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:45):&lt;br&gt;hahaa&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:45):&lt;br&gt;then ganma told me &amp;#39;you ask her to do anything, she&amp;#39;ll do for you&amp;#39; or sth lydat&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:45): &lt;br&gt;dne i say &amp;#39;shake hands&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;In Persistence of Memory says (21:45):&lt;br&gt;then ky give me her urine-soaked hand to shake&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/36698206-8396535034379660039?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/8396535034379660039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=8396535034379660039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8396535034379660039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8396535034379660039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/09/met-keng-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-4143710411969007953</id><published>2007-09-17T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:05:06.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Watched CAMP today. It's a 2003 show. I really really want to get the soundtrack and DVD soon, Dan Letterle's so cute!! And I love the singing too.... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Film Reviews and Summary:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinescene.com/reviews/camp.htm"&gt;http://www.cinescene.com/reviews/camp.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vlad&lt;/strong&gt; (Daniel Letterle) - main actor, straight guy, Prozac-popping flirtatious guitarist [and good-looking too]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ellen (Joanna Chilcoat) - Vlad's gf, loner, girl with great voice&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Michael (Robin de Jesus) - gay, whose parents cant accept him as who he is&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Fritzi (Anna Kendrick) - Jill's gopher, scheming, scary little girl [Bert's quote from the movie]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Jill (Alana Allen) - vainpot, vixen, Plastic&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Jenna (Tiffany Taylor) - fat girl with good voice who is shunned by her father because of her weight, jaws wired shut&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Bert Hanley (Don Dixon) - camp choreographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;my favourite, is of course, Vlad. In the film he's a charmer, a little of a quiet guy, but one with confidence. But he's a jerk when his animal instincts come out (because he's a man) and in the film he's seen to kiss 4 girls. Like THAT. Mouth-to-mouth. Poor Ellen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I like Vlad/Dan Letterle, is because he's got a nice, soothing voice, that can be heard in ''Wild Horses''. THAT's the reason why I love that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And here are the songs from the show:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul class="trivia"&gt; &lt;li&gt;"How Shall I See You Through My Tears"&lt;br /&gt;Written by Robert Telson and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0108031/"&gt;Lee Breuer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by Boodie Music (BMI) and Otis Lee Music (ASCAP)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Sasha Allen, Steven Cutts and The Company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Beat Escape"&lt;br /&gt;Written by Jimmy O'Neill&lt;br /&gt;Published by Rondor Music (London) Ltd&lt;br /&gt;Administered by Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Fingerprints&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Virgin Records Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;Under license from EMI Film &amp;amp; TV Music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Losing My Mind"&lt;br /&gt;Written by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0814227/"&gt;Stephen Sondheim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by Herald Square Music, Inc. o/b/o Range Road Music, Inc., Quartet Music, Inc.,&lt;br /&gt;Killing Music, Inc. and Burthen Music Company, Inc. (ASCAP)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by The Company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Size of a Cow"&lt;br /&gt;Written by Malcom Treece, Martin Gilks, Miles Hunt, Robert Jones, Martin Bell and Paul Clifford&lt;br /&gt;Published by Unviersal Polygram Int. Publ. Inc. o/b/o Polygram Music Publ. Ltd. (ASCAP)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by The Wonder Stuff&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Polydor Records Ltd&lt;br /&gt;Under license from Universal Music Enterprises&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wild Horses"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001396/"&gt;Mick Jagger&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0724189/"&gt;Keith Richards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by ABKCO Music, Inc. (BMI)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Daniel Letterle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Skyway"&lt;br /&gt;Written by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0922581/"&gt;Paul Westerberg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by WB Music Corp. (ASCAP) o/b/o itself and Nah Music&lt;br /&gt;Performed by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2612682/"&gt; The Replacements&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Sire Records&lt;br /&gt;By Arrangement with Warner Special Products&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm Still Here"&lt;br /&gt;Written by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0814227/"&gt;Stephen Sondheim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by Herald Square Music, Inc. o/b/o Range Road Music, Inc., Quartet Music, Inc. Killing Music,&lt;br /&gt;Inc. and Burthen Music Company, Inc. (ASCAP)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Brittany Pollock, Julie Kleiner and Caitlin Van Zandt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Last Song on Blue Tape"&lt;br /&gt;Written by Gary Lightbody&lt;br /&gt;Published by Big Life Music Limited (PRS)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by The Reindeer Section&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Pias America&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Turkey Lurkey Time"&lt;br /&gt;Written by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000820/"&gt;Burt Bacharach&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0202911/"&gt;Hal David&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by WB Music Corp. o/b/o New Hidden Valley Music (ASCAP) and Casa David (ASCAP)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Alana Allen, Dequina Moore, Tracee Beazer and The Company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Praying Mantis"&lt;br /&gt;Written by Don Dixon and Phyllis Glasgow&lt;br /&gt;Published by Bug Music Publishing o/b/o Lava Head Music (BMI)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Don Dixon&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Dixon Archival Remnants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Imagining You"&lt;br /&gt;Written by David Evans and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0392848/"&gt;Winnie Holzman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by David Evans Music (ASCAP) and Copyright Control&lt;br /&gt;Performed by The Company&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Jay Productions Ltd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"With You I Do"&lt;br /&gt;Written by Chris Perry and Adam Alexander&lt;br /&gt;Published by Copyright Control (SOCAN)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Winnie Jack&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Llomo LLC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going"&lt;br /&gt;Written by Tom Eyen and Henry Krieger&lt;br /&gt;Published by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) and WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Joanna Chilcoat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I Believe in Us"&lt;br /&gt;Written by Phil Goldston, Jon Lind and Wendy Waldman&lt;br /&gt;Published by Famous Music Corp. o/b/o itself and Kazzoom Music (ASCAP), Seven Summits Music o/b/o Big Mystique Music (BMI) and EMI Longitude Music o/b/o Spirit Line Music (BMI)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Warren Wiebe&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Jon Lind/Phil Goldstein&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Ladies Who Lunch"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0814227/"&gt;Stephen Sondheim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by Herald Square Music, Inc. o/b/o Range Road Music, Inc., Quartet Music, Inc. and Killing Music,&lt;br /&gt;Inc. (ASCAP)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Alana Allen and Anna Kendrick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Greensleeves"&lt;br /&gt;Traditional, arranged by Stephen Trask&lt;br /&gt;Performed by John Rogers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Moving on Up"&lt;br /&gt;Written by Paul Heard and Mike Pickering&lt;br /&gt;Published by EMI Blockwood Music Inc. (BMI) o/b/o EMI Music Publishing Ltd. and BMG Songs Inc. (ASCAP) o/b/o BMG Music Publishing Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;Performed by  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2132912/"&gt;M People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of BMG UK &amp;amp; Ireland Ltd&lt;br /&gt;Under license from BMG Strategic Marketing Group&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I Sing for You"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330759/"&gt;Michael Gore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Lynn Ahrens&lt;br /&gt;Published by Fifth of March Music (BMI) and WB Music Corp. o/b/o itself and Hillsdale Music,&lt;br /&gt;Inc. (ASCAP)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Daniel Letterle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Generation Landslide"&lt;br /&gt;Written by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0115547/"&gt;Michael Bruce&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0125520/"&gt;Glen Buxton&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004840/"&gt; Alice Cooper&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0241793/"&gt;Dennis Dunaway&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0809440/"&gt;Neal Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by Sony/ATV Songs LLC (BMI)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004840/"&gt; Alice Cooper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Warner Brothers Records Inc.&lt;br /&gt;By Arrangement with Warner Special Products&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Century Plant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Written by Victoria Williams&lt;br /&gt;Published by Mumblety Peg Music, Administered by Careers-BMG Music Publishing, Inc. (BMI)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by The Company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"On/Off"&lt;br /&gt;Written by Gary Lightbody, Mark McClelland and John Quinn&lt;br /&gt;Published by Sony/ATV Songs LLC (BMI)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0811380/"&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Jeepster Recordings Ltd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Right On Be Free"&lt;br /&gt;Written by Chuck Griffin&lt;br /&gt;Published by Really Together Music (BMI)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Voices of East Harlem&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Elektra Entertainment Group&lt;br /&gt;By Arrangement with Warner Special Products&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Kitchen Sink (Petie's Top)"&lt;br /&gt;Written by Tim Weil&lt;br /&gt;Published by Cold Snap Music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Here's Where I Stand"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330759/"&gt;Michael Gore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Lynn Ahrens&lt;br /&gt;Published by Fifth of March Music (BMI) and WB Music Corp. o/b/o itself and Hillsdale Music,&lt;br /&gt;Inc. (ASCAP)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Tiffany Taylor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Desire"&lt;br /&gt;Written by Tristan Avakian, Sam Slavick, Sterling Campbell and John Naslas&lt;br /&gt;Published by Copyright Control&lt;br /&gt;Performed by The Pedantics&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of The Pedantics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Round Are Way"&lt;br /&gt;Written by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0302462/"&gt;Noel Gallagher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Oasis&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Big Brother Recordings Ltd./SINE, a division of Sony Music Entertainment (UK) Limited&lt;br /&gt;By Arrangement with Sony Music Licensing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="trivia"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Want of a Nail"&lt;br /&gt;Written by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0750221/"&gt;Todd Rundgren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) and Humanoid Music (BMI)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by The Company &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div&gt;My favourites are Wild Horses, Ladies Who Lunch, I Sing for You, Century Plant, and Here's Where I Stand. How Shall I See You Through My Tears is the theme song's that's stuck in my head. Can't get it out.. This song, plus Century Plant, and Turkey Lurkey Time (these are the ones I remember) and more have a really catchy tune/beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm getting the soundtrack and the DVD. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I don't know if these are theatre songs, but they sound like.. They don't sound like Phantom of the Opera, but close. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-4143710411969007953?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/4143710411969007953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=4143710411969007953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4143710411969007953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4143710411969007953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/09/camp.html' title='CAMP'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-7878765947775548406</id><published>2007-09-17T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:23:40.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This human is insane. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;IT has been unable to focus on anything. Not studies. Not relationships. Not even simple&amp;nbsp;storybooks.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;IT has been unable to look at anybody in the eyes. Not passersby, not friends, not classmates, not acquiantances. Unless the person is talking&amp;nbsp;to IT.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;IT has been feeling down in the dumps every single day.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A brain is a marvellous thing, capable of many functions.. But not ITS brain. ITS brain has not been functioning, IT&amp;#39;S unable to think clearly, absorb and understand words IT reads or hears. Something is really really really wrong... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And IT is ME!!! eff-ing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AND to top it all. School term is starting. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-7878765947775548406?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/7878765947775548406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=7878765947775548406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7878765947775548406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7878765947775548406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-human-is-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-5680238288340991305</id><published>2007-09-16T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T18:20:52.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Feeling very stressed. My mom always wants me to do everything for her - help out this and that, RIGHT NOW. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;eff-ing la. The maid is doing it, and she doesnt&amp;nbsp;need extra people, yet mum ask me to help. And mum just goes and does her things. I&amp;#39;ve got my own things to do too!!!!!! Who wants to cook. Even when I do, I prefer it as a solo act. A one-man show. Cos I dont work well in&amp;nbsp;a team. Of people I dont like. GRR I dont like my maid!! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-5680238288340991305?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/5680238288340991305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=5680238288340991305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5680238288340991305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5680238288340991305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/09/feeling-very-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-1384878856889964639</id><published>2007-09-12T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:01:14.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leslie bday 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ruf5yC3-P7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Ly9FVpCMY6c/s1600-h/leslie!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109326940435529650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ruf5yC3-P7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Ly9FVpCMY6c/s320/leslie!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is gor gor's birthday. Gor gor, more commonly known as Leslie Cheung to fans and non-fans alike, was born in 1956. That makes him 51 years old this year!! Happy Birthday, Leslie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, these are some videos I received through email, they are super funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge too quickly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a85f6ebe133f60f8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da85f6ebe133f60f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331781416%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D479397CC01BC03962C0F0E0B8F7A4FA6120ECAAF.3B2815B2B2AFB6BE4FF098017754726315BA8ABC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da85f6ebe133f60f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwboHK2J8dyrjHevHBPAukjBt3uI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da85f6ebe133f60f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331781416%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D479397CC01BC03962C0F0E0B8F7A4FA6120ECAAF.3B2815B2B2AFB6BE4FF098017754726315BA8ABC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da85f6ebe133f60f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwboHK2J8dyrjHevHBPAukjBt3uI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-1384878856889964639?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a85f6ebe133f60f8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/1384878856889964639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=1384878856889964639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1384878856889964639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1384878856889964639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/09/leslie-bday-2007.html' title='Leslie bday 2007'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ruf5yC3-P7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Ly9FVpCMY6c/s72-c/leslie!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-6135763157134671898</id><published>2007-09-08T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:16:39.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yi ling's got nice hair. her hair's down half her back, and she has a whole head full of jet black hair. plus what i did for her ytd, her hair's just beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: okay ah, dont move dont move, i'm going to do your hair, near your ear&lt;br /&gt;YL: ahahahah orh&lt;br /&gt;me: hey dont move! &lt;br /&gt;YL: *wriggles and laughs maniacally*&lt;br /&gt;me: dont move LA. later i burn your ear then you know&lt;br /&gt;YL: *keeps wriggling and laughing*&lt;br /&gt;mum: *looks at YL with a mortified face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, DONE! so nice la. now she's really straight. but no pic la. my hands full of L'oreal, and she chiong-ed home cos her mum was nagging her. so no pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that we went ECP cycling with xun and beiyu. nobody blades with me, so i cycled. how come no one wanna learn to blade?!?! so un-adventurous sia. sian le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-6135763157134671898?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/6135763157134671898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=6135763157134671898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6135763157134671898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6135763157134671898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/09/yi-lings-got-nice-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-3101442593965302783</id><published>2007-09-05T09:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:52:12.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A love affair with a mouse2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;today i&amp;#39;m going to watch ratatouille again! this time with my mum and my bro.&amp;nbsp;7 at bishan GV!! and this round there&amp;#39;s eng subs!! i cant wait. to see remy again. to whack my bro and&amp;nbsp;laugh my heart out. and steal his chips. heheh. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;remy! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-3101442593965302783?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/3101442593965302783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=3101442593965302783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3101442593965302783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3101442593965302783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-affair-with-mouse2.html' title='A love affair with a mouse2'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-6192615714850888495</id><published>2007-09-03T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T18:02:04.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>reading all the testimonials on my friendster page makes me reminiscise again. i miss all my old friends, and all the weird times tgt that made them write weird testimonials for me.. not really testimo bahx but more of messages, nevertheless still heart-warming. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv them all, it's been ages since i spoke to sera, mx, my, tang, kQ, kS, ed, natty and etc etc etc. k the times in IJ - i didnt really cherish them but they were fun for the most part esp dur AEP and with alex, jan, gen, natty, mari, audey. duno where they'v gone tho. sighhss. natty's in aussie, alex and the rest are in sg, but we're all are tangled up in our own lives, sort-of isolated and yet no desire to do anything but slack once we've got the chance (me, at least) that we dont even really plan to meet up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling damn weird today, probably cos it's rainy and gloomy and i'm left all alone at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-6192615714850888495?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/6192615714850888495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=6192615714850888495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6192615714850888495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6192615714850888495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/09/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-5781885282553325151</id><published>2007-09-02T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T14:25:41.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after two days, sadly to say i only read half of the harry potter book 7. at this rate, i'll most likely take 4 days.. cos of all the interruptions - yesterday the whole day was spent painting my aunt's house, and today, we're gg fishing in msia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i painted the cornse (according to mum) that junction between the walls and the ceiling. i had to tilt my head upwards while on a high stool, so now my head still feels as if it's suspended upside down on a ceiling. i need to go and lie down all the time. but painting is fun work, my right arm feels more muscular. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. yes, i read hp7 for 2hours, and only finished part of the book, dont know how many pages, but i think i read slowly cos sometimes the words were swimming in front of my eyes, and i had to re-read many sentences a few times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gg fishing! hope i'll be able to read my hp7 while they'r fishing, i'm not too crazy about fishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-5781885282553325151?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/5781885282553325151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=5781885282553325151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5781885282553325151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5781885282553325151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-two-days-sadly-to-say-i-only-read.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-696070748653054642</id><published>2007-09-02T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:23:15.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prawning in JB</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108112131875478962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOo64VNHbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/m2iaEHNhePo/s320/1313023912_92ebc093a5_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"come come, into malaysia's departmental stall where everything is cheap! behind me, luggage bag only RM$13.90 leh!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105891307365932082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvFF4VNHDI/AAAAAAAAAgM/SAfyLjkN65Q/s320/18jun002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"this &lt;em&gt;chicken&lt;/em&gt; bag veli cute leh.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105890744725216290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvElIVNHCI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ObTxjnMEaT8/s320/18jun001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"can change expression summore leh..!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105890740430248978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvEk4VNHBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/DqRILTlQngQ/s320/18jun000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"see, those bags look so good hor! got pig also!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108110044521372802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOnBYVNHII/AAAAAAAAAg0/6sQezGykc0c/s320/1312142457_950e268254_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"aiyoh, don't keep staying there look at &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt; things arh, we go eat lunch ler!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108110048816340114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOnBoVNHJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/phBc2L558Lk/s320/1312142953_2149addafc_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"wah, so high-class lei.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108110057406274722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOnCIVNHKI/AAAAAAAAAhE/tb-b6P1pldI/s320/1312143339_836078a010_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"even the lamps so nice, plus the food looks so good!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108112750350769618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOpe4VNHdI/AAAAAAAAAjc/gKHPfojICao/s320/1313027416_3ebf222591_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"ya lor, ya lor, quick, we take pic!" (me and yu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108112754645736930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOpfIVNHeI/AAAAAAAAAjk/q1OXJ6LNbPE/s320/1313027954_383a186c5a_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"happy la."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108110057406274738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOnCIVNHLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/kmhUybz5il4/s320/1312143829_71b2212a51_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wei wei wants to take pic too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108110065996209346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOnCoVNHMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/fHuD2mGNUPg/s320/1312144285_c950e2eca9_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"awww. wei wei has two &lt;em&gt;da-jies&lt;/em&gt;, she's so happy.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108113454725406258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOqH4VNHjI/AAAAAAAAAkM/WZzWqxFXZxc/s320/1313035052_7eba669706_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"food man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wah so nice!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108110937874570450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOn1YVNHNI/AAAAAAAAAhc/GyCY-78tRqs/s320/1312145857_3626987d84_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"quick take pic then let us eat!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108113454725406242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOqH4VNHiI/AAAAAAAAAkE/j3__qB-UssI/s320/1313034190_3418af5b50_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"ahahaha, food's up!! &lt;em&gt;chiong&lt;/em&gt; ah!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108111487630384434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOoVYVNHTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/LrmkMrUupUI/s320/1312152053_97bb41b631_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"wait, let me keep my tamagotchi first."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108110942169537762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOn1oVNHOI/AAAAAAAAAhk/QSJEiJFrDpM/s320/1312147495_c37789d658_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;slurps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108110946464505074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOn14VNHPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/LzgEuFRZavM/s320/1312148043_e460ae19f4_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"what should i eat first??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108112758940704258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOpfYVNHgI/AAAAAAAAAj0/l_NlkGUwheU/s320/1313031756_6195688002_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"i know! this...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108113450430438930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOqHoVNHhI/AAAAAAAAAj8/SN0BqD-vz8E/s320/1313032080_1dce3771d1_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"and this..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108110946464505090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOn14VNHQI/AAAAAAAAAh0/n3-p3-cEubQ/s320/1312149813_eb1060bbe7_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"wah, see how much the boys ate!!! and &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; eating!!! and they just ate a full lunch 2 hours ago!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108112754645736946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOpfIVNHfI/AAAAAAAAAjs/A4TPtSYMZZ8/s320/1313031010_b22f73294b_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"in conclusion arh, malaysia sushi so much nicer than singapore's."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108110950759472402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOn2IVNHRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/HM6asZwYU6c/s320/1312150261_cf436aaf93_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"kids, enjoying your food? yea yu, malaysia sushi got more variety leh. and fresher also."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108111487630384418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOoVYVNHSI/AAAAAAAAAiE/UM_6rZnbi3Q/s320/1312150695_b88508143f_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"guys, after taking this pic, let's go okay??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108113463315340882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOqIYVNHlI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6C_cYyf-9nY/s320/1313035796_2799e40eb6_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"wait, you havent taken our pic yet!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108112746055802306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOpeoVNHcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/fLWA5ilKaJY/s320/1313024388_6478cebf04_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"gor gor arh, can i sit with you later in the car??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOq3YVNHmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/aVrmzHjgqDM/s1600-h/1313036270_b4dd59aa15_o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108114270769192546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOq3YVNHmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/aVrmzHjgqDM/s320/1313036270_b4dd59aa15_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "time for prawning le, the boys seem to be enjoying themselves!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOq3oVNHnI/AAAAAAAAAks/mBxy5Hz-X3A/s1600-h/1313037920_cac689f311_o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108114275064159858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOq3oVNHnI/AAAAAAAAAks/mBxy5Hz-X3A/s320/1313037920_cac689f311_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "ah ha, see my sexy pose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108111491925351746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOoVoVNHUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pL366_j91zw/s320/1312154799_e7ecbb4afd_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"so sian lah, prawning fun meh?!? i rather read my book."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108111496220319058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOoV4VNHVI/AAAAAAAAAic/goEP-fe0gqo/s320/1312156631_e916349879_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"eh we caught our first prawn!! and so big leh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108111496220319074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOoV4VNHWI/AAAAAAAAAik/J5tHpqy0mpM/s320/1312157085_b80b7453ce_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"we are CHAMPIONS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108112118990577010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOo6IVNHXI/AAAAAAAAAis/RUp8UMuZF6A/s320/1312157971_75a7cc6888_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"ahh, that called BIG arh?! and you guys so slow, i caught my fourth prawn before you got your first, lor!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOo6oVNHZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/2HAImxsZ_Mw/s1600-h/1312159203_c6c49a8cc9_o.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108112127580511634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOo6oVNHZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/2HAImxsZ_Mw/s320/1312159203_c6c49a8cc9_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "time for dinner!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108112123285544322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOo6YVNHYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/658rVJOqkH8/s320/1312158453_69e26be8e0_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"EH. HURRY UP neh!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOo6oVNHaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/dzC8JcoRDqg/s1600-h/1312160959_7f0ca1d008_o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108112127580511650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOo6oVNHaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/dzC8JcoRDqg/s320/1312160959_7f0ca1d008_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "ahh, here comes the CATCH OF THE DAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108114275064159874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOq3oVNHoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/_Sk7oAMj9I4/s320/1313044090_350040fde6_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"these are the prawnies we caught. looks nice right! wanna dig in ler!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108114279359127186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOq34VNHpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/OFxdk0gWbXY/s320/1313044580_f90e69d18f_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"yay big family dinner!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, enough story time.. This is us fooling around in the back of the car:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvFGIVNHEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/OtJBv8xf3bU/s1600-h/18jun005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105891311660899394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvFGIVNHEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/OtJBv8xf3bU/s320/18jun005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvFGoVNHFI/AAAAAAAAAgc/UcVF-K3QKHY/s1600-h/18jun008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105891320250834002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvFGoVNHFI/AAAAAAAAAgc/UcVF-K3QKHY/s320/18jun008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvFG4VNHGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/hqu0Wh_XmDM/s1600-h/18jun011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105891324545801314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvFG4VNHGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/hqu0Wh_XmDM/s320/18jun011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvFHIVNHHI/AAAAAAAAAgs/luz085ZaDyI/s1600-h/18jun012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105891328840768626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvFHIVNHHI/AAAAAAAAAgs/luz085ZaDyI/s320/18jun012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvDdIVNG3I/AAAAAAAAAes/aroJm75p8Bo/s1600-h/18jun013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105889507774634866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvDdIVNG3I/AAAAAAAAAes/aroJm75p8Bo/s320/18jun013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvDdYVNG4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/_Qgk4Wr6uGM/s1600-h/18jun014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105889512069602178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvDdYVNG4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/_Qgk4Wr6uGM/s320/18jun014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvDdYVNG5I/AAAAAAAAAe8/QETpVl23iSc/s1600-h/18jun015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105889512069602194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvDdYVNG5I/AAAAAAAAAe8/QETpVl23iSc/s320/18jun015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvDdoVNG6I/AAAAAAAAAfE/zrfXt8AmkKM/s1600-h/18jun017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105889516364569506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvDdoVNG6I/AAAAAAAAAfE/zrfXt8AmkKM/s320/18jun017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvDd4VNG7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/aPO9wKzFGu4/s1600-h/18jun018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105889520659536818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtvDd4VNG7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/aPO9wKzFGu4/s320/18jun018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-696070748653054642?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/696070748653054642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=696070748653054642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/696070748653054642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/696070748653054642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/09/come-come-into-malaysias-departmental.html' title='prawning in JB'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RuOo64VNHbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/m2iaEHNhePo/s72-c/1313023912_92ebc093a5_o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-2539878677469349579</id><published>2007-08-31T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:48:43.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went to school, and i saw this guy in rollerblades (without brakes - how cool is that?!?!) &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; he was going down the stairs, SIDEWAYS, WITHOUT holding on to the railing.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt;, the stairs had no railings at all. he&amp;#39;s amazing la.&lt;br&gt;i cant even do that!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i came back to school to use the media viewing zone in the library.. i had &amp;#39;underworld&amp;#39; and &amp;#39;ice age2&amp;#39; with me, so i returned &amp;#39;ice age2&amp;#39; first cos i hadnt finished watching &amp;#39;underworld&amp;#39;. then i borrowed &amp;#39;i not stupid2&amp;#39; to watch in the media viewing zone. i saw &amp;#39;phantom of the opera&amp;#39; on the shelf, so i just took it and put into my bag to borrow AFTER i watched &amp;#39;underworld&amp;#39; and &amp;#39;i not stupid2&amp;#39;. stayed in the media viewing zone for 4 hours WITH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA INSIDE MY BAG. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then, i returned &amp;#39;underworld&amp;#39; and &amp;#39;i not stupid2&amp;#39;, and borrowed &amp;#39;monster-in-law&amp;#39; and &amp;#39;potc2&amp;#39; which i reserved... and promptly forgot about phantom.. it really flew my mind. i walked out of the theft detection sensor thing that all libraries have, twice.. and the alarm went off. twice. the indian lady suspected sth, asked me to open my bag to check, so of cos i did, but even then i didnt remember about the phantom dvd in my bag.. when i saw it, i just took it out.. cos.. me.. if i didnt do anyth wrong, nth suprises me.. and i DIDNT MEAN to steal that dvd, just forgot about it.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and what happened? that indian lady, asked another indian lady (the one i dont like) to come out and take down my name (WTF), and the chinese lady even suspected me. that look, la. idiotic. then there was one whole long line of male lecturers (old codgers) who were all looking at me. huh. okay, so i pretended nobody was around, ignored them, then after that indian woman took down my name and admin no. (she even got the  no.s wrong, WTF. lao hua yan le) and she asked me a few times if i wanted to borrow the dvd. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;me: no, i cant, i already borrowed two. &lt;br&gt;then she asked me again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;man she&amp;#39;s slow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br&gt;i suspect she wanted to prolong my humiliation (makes me hate her more) &lt;br&gt;me: no, i dont want it, cos i already have 2 dvds.&lt;br&gt;her: do you want it? u can borrow 2 more books to get that dvd &lt;br&gt;me: no no, its okay, i dont want it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking: what makes you think i have 2 books to borrow?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;her: so you still want anot&lt;br&gt;me: no. can i reserve it? (acts dumb for her benefit) &lt;br&gt;her: no, you cant!&lt;br&gt;me: .......... then i dont want it&lt;br&gt;her: gives me a dirty look&lt;br&gt;me: *smiles dumbly at her and rolls my eyes*&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;one lecturer gave me that suspicious look. i dont like it. i didnt do anything wrong. i wasnt INTENDING to steal the dvd. gawd. if i were, my face would have crumbled, my hand would have shook while taking out my admin card and the phantom dvd. and they didnt. WTF &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i gave that lecturer a dirty look (not entirely, i was holding myself back a little, else he would prob have died from my look of daggers) and i stalked out of the library. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;gawd, they are soo stupid, why cant even get facts right before taking down my admin. no. and name?? and i always go library to borrow things. heck man, if they dare to give me any more suspicious looks, i swear i&amp;#39;ll give them black face everyday. they surely recognise me. hey, would a thief ever &amp;#39;patronise&amp;#39; the same place everyday, most of the time, to let ppl recognise him and catch him??? -.- &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-2539878677469349579?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/2539878677469349579/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-2087093317305572464</id><published>2007-08-30T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:15:21.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I hang around here&lt;br /&gt;A little more than I should&lt;br /&gt;We both know I got somewhere else to go&lt;br /&gt;But I got something to tell you&lt;br /&gt;That I never thought I would&lt;br /&gt;But I believe you really ought to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to answer&lt;br /&gt;I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was better left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;This is pure and simple&lt;br /&gt;And you should realize&lt;br /&gt;That it's coming from my heart and not my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to make you anything at all&lt;br /&gt;But this feeling doesn't come along everyday&lt;br /&gt;And you shouldn't blow the chance&lt;br /&gt;When you've got the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we both were born&lt;br /&gt;In anoother place and time&lt;br /&gt;This moment might be ending in a kiss&lt;br /&gt;But there you are with yours&lt;br /&gt;And here I am with mine&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we'll just be leaving it at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-2087093317305572464?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/2087093317305572464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-5769174112612741428</id><published>2007-08-29T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:50:30.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some friendster survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;went back to school to see my cells. grew to 20% confluency. sighs. have to wait til friday to subculture, and then next week we start reoptimisation. fyp sucks.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;i went out with wifey today, we ate at &amp;quot;Noodle House&amp;quot; at suntec B1. the food is not nice. the kimchi doesnt taste like kimchi, more like raw spring&amp;nbsp;onions, the&amp;nbsp;japanese rice was too dry. they gave us winter melon soup that tastes weird, in a japanese-style soup bowl (made me expect miso soup) and the&amp;nbsp;jelly dessert tasted like ice&amp;nbsp;kachang flavouring. that red-red and green-green sugary taste that tastes of nothing.&amp;nbsp;free flow of coffee and drinks like fruit punch, but the drinks are all diluted&amp;nbsp;cheap&amp;nbsp;stuff, might as well make our own. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;after lunch, went&amp;nbsp;to the face shop to try all the nail polishes. tried almost all the colors of nail polish i want (wifey&amp;#39;s got great fingernails! so nicely-shaped, i&amp;#39;m jealous) and i used the nail polish remover - heck, FOC, might as well. but didnt use outrageous amounts - bought nail strengthener, light reddish-pink. nice.  2.90. and its invisible on nails too!! okay, maybe abit pinkish o,0&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;b/c we kept trying on nail polishes (my fault, keep wanting to try everything, on wifey&amp;#39;s nice fingernails)&amp;nbsp;we were late for the movie for 5 mins.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;watched Ratatouille at Eng Wah Suntec at 2.45. I bot my grape malt candy for 1 dollar, was sucking it into weird shapes in the cinema. first time i&amp;#39;v seen wifey smile THROUGHOUT the whole movie, but hey, didnt hear you laugh la, you said u did =X laugh louder la, hubby here, it&amp;#39;s okay.. u heard me laugh too many times.. x)) &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;after that, we went to carrefour to walk-walk, bot my shoes (hey nice la) den we went to missha to try all the nail polishes. the face shop sells better nail polishes tho; the nail polishes are not too diluted, and missha&amp;#39;s flower shaped nail polish container is one of the stupidest designs i&amp;#39;v ever seen. nice, but functional?? NO. cant even get out the remaining 15% of nail polish. lame man -.- &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;then here is some&amp;nbsp;friendster survey i did (sounds good, cos spontaneous answers ma):&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;1. Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?&lt;br&gt;nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Do you swear often?&lt;br&gt;yea, i swear under my breath&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Are you crushing?&lt;br&gt;no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br&gt;last week&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;6. Do you use lyrics to express how you feel?&lt;br&gt;yes, and ppl get bored&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Are you ashamed of your past?&lt;br&gt;yes for the most part&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Where does your grandma live?&lt;br&gt;singapore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Anyone close to you ever died? &lt;br&gt;yea a few&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Who&amp;#39;s always there for you ?&lt;br&gt;idk... seems like nobody&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br&gt;umm. talent shows which are a flop. like that american idol auditioner (mr like-a-virgin-grope-himself loser) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. What was the last song you downloaded?&lt;br&gt;dont download songs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Who was the last person you yelled at?&lt;br&gt;mummy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. What was the last compliment you recieved?&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;r not fat (UGHHG???)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;15. Do you have a laptop?&lt;br&gt;yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Are you going on vacation in the summer?&lt;br&gt;no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. Do you ride roller coasters?&lt;br&gt;i hate &amp;#39;em&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. When was the last time you saw your best friend?&lt;br&gt;monday. mushroom. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. What&amp;#39;s your full name?&lt;br&gt;HoWL the wolf&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. Have you ever thought about turning gay?&lt;br&gt;yes. sounds fun. but i&amp;#39;m not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. Do you have good memories with old friends?&lt;br&gt;too many.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. Have you ever been to Hollywood? &lt;br&gt;nah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. Are you wearing a necklace?&lt;br&gt;no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. What jewellery can you not live without?&lt;br&gt;studs. i meant earrings, not guys, u perv!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. Would you date the person who posted this?&lt;br&gt;date sera (see the subject title of my bulletin) sure why not, she&amp;#39;s my daughter. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. Are you happy right now?&lt;br&gt;nooo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. Do you regret anything that you have done?&lt;br&gt;yea, like the time i set my hair on fire. but after all, i learnt that burning hair reeks. and that was from setting one measly strand alight.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. What are you doing tonight?&lt;br&gt;eat dinner. mooch around the telly. be&lt;br&gt;online. sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29. Do you trust people?&lt;br&gt;no.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. If you were someone else, would you be friends with you?&lt;br&gt;hell no, well maybe, if i&amp;#39;m feeling wild, i&amp;#39;d like myself. if i&amp;#39;m feeling normal, i  wuldn.t&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31. What is something you say when you&amp;#39;re mad?&lt;br&gt;yea yea yea (repeats what the other&lt;br&gt;person says) happy?!?!?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;32. What family member do you look like?&lt;br&gt;[quote sera]&lt;br&gt;both my parents, and a lot like my sister *brother* -.- yucks. (i agree with sera. i mean, on myself.) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;33. What friend will be coming over to your house next?&lt;br&gt;friend? no idea. maybe mushrooms will be growing tho.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-5769174112612741428?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/5769174112612741428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=5769174112612741428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5769174112612741428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5769174112612741428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-friendster-survey.html' title='some friendster survey'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-8251245362832580535</id><published>2007-08-28T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:59:03.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baddie me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'v been really baad. Wanna know why? Cos I'v been leaving anonymous tags on ppl's blog. Ppl namely some ppl. I think it's not safe to say their names, what if they search for their names in blogs? Okay la, heck care. KangYong and WaiSeen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KY's been getting neutral comments on his posts, and WS.. no need to say la. I left one. Then I ignored her tag after that asking who I am.. I wouldnt say, man. Not after leaving that weird tag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's sian la. Now holidays, but eh, screwed up my FYP again. I'm so f-ing stupid. How the heck can we get 21 million cells from two Petri-dishes after 2days' growth?!?!?! WTF WTF WTF WTF!!!!! Actual no. is [let me seriously go and count] .... 2.4 million cells from two Petri-dishes....... -.-""" why didnt I realise?! So, our cell counting and of cos, the seeding wrong liao, so we lost another week. Left a few weeks to finish up FACS and flow cytometry and re-optimisation. I'm hacked-off. Why this FYP so screwed, our teacher also nv warn us or what.. like she only tell the other grp.. then when our grp ask her, she says, go and ask the other group, i already told them. Eh why such disparity in treatments? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So sad. And fucked off. Winnie is really really really hacked-off too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml will go back to see my handiwork, see if the stupid cells are growing. I seeded... [let me count..] 52.5K cells/Petri dish. And I only subcultured 4 dishes cos i thot that would be enough cells. Cos from the '21 million' cells, i thot i would have subcultured enough cell per dish... freak man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but enjoyed two shows from today and yesterday. Watched 'When a stranger calls' yesterday, and 'The woods' today. 'When a stranger calls' is a much much better show, cos 'The woods' was damn draggy and the plot doesnt make sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The former is a movie about a serial killer stalking his victim in a cat-and-mouse game, spanning the hours that a babysitter (a young teen) spent in the Mandrakis residence out in the forest. And it makes it all the creepier as that babysitter's friend (who swung by the house to visit her) and the Mandrakis housekeeper are murdered in the process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103729358268078898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtQWz4VNGzI/AAAAAAAAAeM/5TKaEGWRI34/s320/When-a-stranger-calls-dvd-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When a stranger calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103729358268078914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtQWz4VNG0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/ZSk7CsjN144/s320/camillabelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Camilla Belle as Jill Johnson the babysitter (she's pretty! reminds me of my aunt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;'The woods' is about a girl who goes to boarding school, not knowing the headmistress and her teachers (the cronies) are witches who want the students' lives, and that the girl is the key - kill her, and the rest dies too. Lame. And draggy. And the plot doesnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103729959563500386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtQXW4VNG2I/AAAAAAAAAek/5rTaqPIeH0w/s320/TheWoodsPoster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Woods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-8251245362832580535?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/8251245362832580535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=8251245362832580535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8251245362832580535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8251245362832580535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/08/baddie-me.html' title='Baddie me!!'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RtQWz4VNGzI/AAAAAAAAAeM/5TKaEGWRI34/s72-c/When-a-stranger-calls-dvd-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-5939721677404793959</id><published>2007-08-20T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:11:28.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RakuRaku Dinokun</title><content type='html'>RakuRaku Dinokun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RsmRZYVNGyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/v1V5NCaSoBg/s1600-h/dinokun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RsmRZYVNGyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/v1V5NCaSoBg/s320/dinokun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100767918187944738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want one. the red one with yellow buttons. so nice to play, and so cute too.. this was what i had 10 years ago.. and i want back my 10-years-ago toy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah keng had the white one with green buttons (the picture one has red buttons) and we used to play it on the bus tgt on the way to tuition. he was 8 i was 9. ahhh. his mum bought it for us. sighs.. it's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look at this webby: http://www.bookmice.net/fleur/rakuraku.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute right?? comments comments! and tell me where to buy it pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'v always liked dinosaurs.. i think that was my first 'tamagotchi'. i got an angel one for myself a few years back. paid $5 for it. but now, spoilt le laa. cos i nv play for so long, then the battery leaked lor.. sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the "Tamagotchi" brand de virtual pet, not cute at all compared to the two i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den the elder of my two godbros - my gandie's da er zhi - called me 'aunty' for liking rakuraku dinokun! not fair lor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-5939721677404793959?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bookmice.net/fleur/rakuraku.html' title='RakuRaku Dinokun'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/5939721677404793959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=5939721677404793959&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5939721677404793959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5939721677404793959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/08/rakuraku-dinokun.html' title='RakuRaku Dinokun'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RsmRZYVNGyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/v1V5NCaSoBg/s72-c/dinokun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-3643480470284745698</id><published>2007-08-09T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:42:50.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunching was supposed to be with granpa and granma today at sui gu's house. Then mum called my bro and me to come down at duno what time lol. And cos I was still busy printing stuff, she called the house and started screaming at me over the phone &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why you still havent come down?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm coming down ler, wait, still doing sth.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you know everybody's waiting for you come down this instant or i'll.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;kiap&lt;/em&gt;. sorry but I'm packing my stuff right now, no time to hear you screaming. And you'r being unreasonable. I automatically do not listen to anyone screaming for no reason.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the car got screamed at again. Whilst everyone else looks/hears on. Irritating and freaking humiliating. Anyway my reputation's ruined so I dont care liao. More scoldings wont make my bad reputation get better. Will only make it worst, which I can &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt;, either way. 乖乖宝宝 i am not. But at least my cousins still like me. (i think) So long as their parents dont poison their minds against me - dont stick/talk to WanLing, she's a bad influence. (oh come on, let your kids do their own thinking and choosing. so what if i argue with my mum, all teens do that dont they? and all teens are angsty. i just happen to wear my heart on my sleeves) Ohh yes, one set of parents already did. I know who you are. But sorry lah, I'm just acting dao to you right now (and everyone else) cos I dont wanna get angry anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I'm very surprised when I read some other ppl's blogs. The seemingly sweet or pure innocent little Angels arent what they seem like on the surface. I found out that this certain someone argued with her mum and hates everything else. But to others, she's just pure and well.. sickeningly sweet. Not that I dont like her or anything - she's actually really nice - but it's soooo &lt;u&gt;unreal&lt;/u&gt; that she smiles &lt;strong&gt;all the time&lt;/strong&gt;. Even when there's nothing to make her happy at the mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a stupid, angsty teen. so any consolations for me? =XX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-3643480470284745698?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/3643480470284745698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=3643480470284745698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3643480470284745698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3643480470284745698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/08/lunching-was-supposed-to-be-with-granpa_8634.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-883029087113528143</id><published>2007-08-09T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T19:01:53.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>郭懿</title><content type='html'>so cute and so fair, with chubby pinch-ey cheeks. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097395758371606626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rr2Wb2FSkGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/lT0FZmMCIoo/s320/18jun025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RrqkqmFSkBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/2PV2Wtfww8c/s1600-h/18jun025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;哦？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097395762666573938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rr2WcGFSkHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/4Mlds6CT_MQ/s320/18jun026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rrqkq2FSkCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/MQOYxIbTQ5M/s1600-h/18jun026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;那个我要定了！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097395766961541250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rr2WcWFSkII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/cRXxuVxxaN4/s320/18jun027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RrqkrWFSkDI/AAAAAAAAAcU/b1HL-iz25DE/s1600-h/18jun027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;什么东西吗~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097395775551475858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rr2Wc2FSkJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/zvioJCt3NW8/s320/18jun028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RrqkrmFSkEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/JcnkxjpA_y8/s1600-h/18jun028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;好性感哦。。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097395775551475874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rr2Wc2FSkKI/AAAAAAAAAdg/2k7GbB4QRFk/s320/GuoYi_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rrqkr2FSkFI/AAAAAAAAAck/UBwB-Sc2iKA/s1600-h/GuoYi_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;大小姐爱包包&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-883029087113528143?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/883029087113528143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=883029087113528143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/883029087113528143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/883029087113528143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_09.html' title='郭懿'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rr2Wb2FSkGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/lT0FZmMCIoo/s72-c/18jun025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-5345776613767302512</id><published>2007-08-03T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:50:52.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Rule Mercury&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/mercury.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Close to sun, Mercury has very long days - and is rarely visible to the rest of the solar system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect to rule Mercury, because you live for the present - and can truly enjoy a day that goes on forever.&lt;br /&gt;Like Mercury, you are quick and elusive. Your wit is outstanding, and you can win any verbal sparring match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people see you as superficial, but in truth, you just play many roles and have many interests.&lt;br /&gt;A great manipulator, you usually get what you want from people. And they're happy to give it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt; What Planet should you Rule?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 70% Non Conformist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanonconformistquiz/nc-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a pretty serious non conformist. You live a life hardly anyone understands.&lt;br /&gt;And while some may call you a freak, you're happy with who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Are You a Nonconformist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Emerald Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/emerald-green.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Deep and mysterious, it often seems like no one truly gets you.&lt;br /&gt;Inside, you are very emotional and moody - though you don't let it show.&lt;br /&gt;People usually have a strong reaction to you... profound love or deep hate.&lt;br /&gt;But you can even get those who hate you to come around. There's something naturally harmonious about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;What Color Green Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. tortured genius??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 77% Tortured Genius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouatorturedgeniusquiz/genius-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are smart. Brilliant in fact. And while it's a blessing, it's also a curse.&lt;br /&gt;Your head is filled with everything - grand ideas, insufferable worries, and a good deal of angst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Are You a Tortured Genius?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-5345776613767302512?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/5345776613767302512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=5345776613767302512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5345776613767302512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5345776613767302512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-true.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-4293272436821808877</id><published>2007-08-01T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:08:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>宝宝</title><content type='html'>小妹好可爱哦！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每次跑来跑去。。看她一眼。。她就跑。。我追她，她就跑。。呵呵。爱死她了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to play with her everyday..  she loves being twirled about in the air.. she loves it when i hold her hands and go around and around and around in a circle. she loves it when i chase her. she loves it when i kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuahaha i sound like im torturing her.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-4293272436821808877?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/4293272436821808877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=4293272436821808877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4293272436821808877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4293272436821808877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='宝宝'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-2945825781336963823</id><published>2007-08-01T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:37:37.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;The English Language&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why foreigners have trouble with the English Language?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let&amp;#39;s face it&lt;br&gt;English is a stupid language.&lt;br&gt;There is no egg in the eggplant &lt;br&gt;No ham in the hamburger&lt;br&gt;And neither pine nor apple in the pineapple.&lt;br&gt;English muffins were not invented in England&lt;br&gt;French fries were not invented in France.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We sometimes take English for granted&lt;br&gt;But if we examine its paradoxes we find that &lt;br&gt;Quicksand takes you down slowly&lt;br&gt;Boxing rings are square&lt;br&gt;And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If writers write, how come fingers don&amp;#39;t fing.&lt;br&gt;If the plural of tooth is teeth&lt;br&gt;Shouldn&amp;#39;t the plural of phone booth be phone beeth &lt;br&gt;If the teacher taught,&lt;br&gt;Why didn&amp;#39;t the preacher praught.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If a vegetarian eats vegetables&lt;br&gt;What the heck does a humanitarian eat!?&lt;br&gt;Why do people recite at a play&lt;br&gt;Yet play at a recital?&lt;br&gt;Park on driveways and &lt;br&gt;Drive on parkways&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have to marvel at the unique lunacy&lt;br&gt;Of a language where a house can burn up as&lt;br&gt;It burns down&lt;br&gt;And in which you fill in a form &lt;br&gt;By filling it out&lt;br&gt;And a bell is only heard once it goes! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;English was invented by people, not computers&lt;br&gt;And it reflects the creativity of the human race&lt;br&gt;(Which of course isn&amp;#39;t a race at all)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That is why&lt;br&gt;When the stars are out they are visible&lt;br&gt;But when the lights are out they are invisible &lt;br&gt;And why it is that when I wind up my watch&lt;br&gt;It starts&lt;br&gt;But when I wind up this observation,&lt;br&gt;It ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-2945825781336963823?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/2945825781336963823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=2945825781336963823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2945825781336963823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2945825781336963823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/08/english-language.html' title='English Language'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-7593536134522117546</id><published>2007-07-30T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:27:02.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know what is going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, my social life stinks. secondly, my academics suck. thirdly, my home life is like.. nonexistent. i dont even know what i come home for. to eat dinner. and then? nothing. go online. try to do my reports and work. procrastinate. go to bed and yet cant sleep. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so depressing and stressing. emo u'r not the only one.. lets go out soon.. i'm dying back here in prison.. come with me when i graduate k and lets take pics... sianded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*doom clouds gathering in the horizon*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-7593536134522117546?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/7593536134522117546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=7593536134522117546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7593536134522117546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7593536134522117546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-know-what-is-going-on-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-3530292431279480595</id><published>2007-07-28T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:46:13.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my week + weekend 28 july 07</title><content type='html'>Temp stores again at poly! Bought some stuff. Guy stuff. Look-ey here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RqsJmWFSj0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Rm5ZmkRV4mY/s1600-h/IMG_2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092174358039924546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RqsJmWFSj0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Rm5ZmkRV4mY/s320/IMG_2380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Route '69' keychain (i didnt buy it for the sexual annotation kay, i juz love the design plus the 'ROUTE' word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RqsJmWFSj1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/0RyL2mpXMsA/s1600-h/IMG_2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RqsJmmFSj2I/AAAAAAAAAaY/CN3t8NU6HvA/s1600-h/IMG_2394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092174362334891874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RqsJmmFSj2I/AAAAAAAAAaY/CN3t8NU6HvA/s320/IMG_2394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; portable mp3 speakers!! my 'want' since long ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my 9-bulb LED flashlight. no pics. sorry. &lt;em&gt;i like flashlights, okay?&lt;/em&gt; but no pics for you to tease me about wasting my money on it. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i like guy stuff. but some guys are lame and childish. distilled water on the butt, anybody?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RqsJm2FSj3I/AAAAAAAAAag/K8MWL5LhWLQ/s1600-h/IMG_2391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092174366629859186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RqsJm2FSj3I/AAAAAAAAAag/K8MWL5LhWLQ/s320/IMG_2391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my cousin came. and *rawr* she's &lt;em&gt;eating&lt;/em&gt; him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092174598558093202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RqsJ0WFSj5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/w4c-dVt-Hbo/s320/IMG_2390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*smirks* &lt;em&gt;i know i'm charming and tastee (sic)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RqsJm2FSj4I/AAAAAAAAAao/0eHdQxKSOvg/s1600-h/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092174366629859202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RqsJm2FSj4I/AAAAAAAAAao/0eHdQxKSOvg/s320/IMG_2392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enough of that. i need to do my work. go away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-3530292431279480595?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/3530292431279480595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=3530292431279480595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3530292431279480595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3530292431279480595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-week-weekend-28-july-07.html' title='my week + weekend 28 july 07'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RqsJmWFSj0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Rm5ZmkRV4mY/s72-c/IMG_2380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-6630333711685260954</id><published>2007-07-26T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:23:10.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joke 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day, a little boy, was outside in the backyard stomping on honeybees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When his father came out and saw what the little boy was doing, he made him stop right away and told the little boy, "That's it for you. No honey for a week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, then the little boy went to the front yard of the house and started stomping on butterflies. When his father saw what Teddy was doing, he made him stop right away and said, "Stomping on butterflies is a terrible thing to do. Just for that, no butter for a week." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that, little boy and his father went into the kitchen and saw the little boy's mother stomping on cockroaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The little boy turned to his father and said, "Should I tell her or should you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joke 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you think you're having a bad day, how would you like to be an egg ???......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You only get laid once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You only get eaten once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It takes 4 minutes to get hard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;only 3 minutes to get soft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You share a box with 5 guys (ok that could be a good thing?!),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But worst of all .... the only bird to ever sit on your face was your mother!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Both sound pretty gross, but they cracked me up. Hehe. idk.. I think only pervs like me get stuff like these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-6630333711685260954?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/6630333711685260954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=6630333711685260954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6630333711685260954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6630333711685260954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/07/funny-jokes.html' title='funny jokes'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-7072245639699880640</id><published>2007-07-26T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:29:59.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gripes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I realised there&amp;#39;s so many things that I needn&amp;#39;t have bothered to spend so much time on.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;OC, for one. Ancell test too. Focused on the wrong topic. I don&amp;#39;t like Mr. Foo. He&amp;#39;s playing us for fools, &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ancell test today was a bummer, cos i couldnt do it. Plus, Mr Foo said, &amp;quot;If any of you need&amp;nbsp;more graph paper, tell me.&amp;quot; And I heard we were required to draw two graphs. But he gave us one graph paper only (together with the test paper).&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;What the??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;In the previous Ancell test, we were &amp;#39;betrayed&amp;#39; by Mr Foo. He said, &amp;quot;People, you must pay &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; attention to question (...). Read the question &lt;em&gt;carefully&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;quot; And he made 90% of the class lose their precious 3 marks,  &lt;u&gt;me included&lt;/u&gt;. It makes me so mad about this, because Mr Foo, that teacher, &lt;strong&gt;DIDNT TELL US THAT WE WERE ALLOWED TO COUNT 9 SQUARES!!! ALL ALONG HE TOLD US TO COUNT 4 SQUARES &lt;u&gt;ONLY&lt;/u&gt;, SO WE FOLLOWED HIS INSTRUCTIONS. WHY SHOULD THE TEST BE ANY DIFFERENT??!?!?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Oh my gawd. Teachers. Authority. They think they can play with us, just for their amusement, just because we&amp;#39;re wrapped around their little fingers. Oh man. Give me a break. Don&amp;#39;t be mean, authorities!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-7072245639699880640?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/7072245639699880640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=7072245639699880640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7072245639699880640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7072245639699880640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/07/gripes.html' title='Gripes'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-9068979234957609928</id><published>2007-07-23T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:35:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEMS - EPI</title><content type='html'>today was the last day of GEMS. we had a skit 'specially' for mr adrian aw, and i was the 'eater'. our skit was on our etiquette during a business lunch, then i got 'sabo-ed' to be the eater. i felt so stupid lifting the fork and 'food' to my mouth, and not opening my mouth. sheesh. then everyone seemed to be laughing at me (actually HR said sab was the one who started laughin, then HR laughed at sab, and then li lin laughed at them two. then wei han also laughed, a bit. i was the only one with the straight face there). ahhhhh. i felt mr aw looking at me at the wrong times. then when i was acting he didnt see. so only my four grp members were watching me 'eat' and i was methodically 'feeding' my face while being stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPI skit roles:&lt;br /&gt;wei han: host-cum-narrator&lt;br /&gt;sab: host assistant-cum-waitress&lt;br /&gt;me: host assistant-cum-eater&lt;br /&gt;hR: client-cum-narrator&lt;br /&gt;li lin: client assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the skit went to mac's to get li lin's and sab's milo. wei han follows us and gets bullied (by them, not me). then we went back to wait outside the classroom, and took pics. li lin bullied a guy into taking pics for us, keeps saying 'one more, one more', 'can zoom in anot?' wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh. HR. i miss them too. mr aw too. hehe he so nice right.. and that nice gentleman 'host' - sab's boy. and li lin and sab. haha. dont miss you. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, mr aw shook all our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is damn farni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mr aw&lt;/span&gt;: good luck for .. (cant rmb what he said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hR&lt;/span&gt;: HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mr aw&lt;/span&gt;: *pretends not to notice while thinking &lt;em&gt;'what is this girl doing?'&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hR&lt;/span&gt;: *stunned* then yanks hand away and starts laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mr aw&lt;/span&gt;: thinks &lt;em&gt;'is she in love with me or something??'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hR laughs and holds my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mr aw&lt;/span&gt;: good luck for... (shakes my hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: *shakes hand without saying anything and looking at hR and thinking &lt;em&gt;'huhuhuhuh?!?!'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and never looks at mr aw&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all your fault laa, i didnt look at him while shaking his hand. and my hand i think was limp. like sotong again! no etiquette. left bad impression liao wor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-""" 汗汗汗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after everything, all of us hang out outside the classroom to talk. me, the quiet one again, sometimes chipping in some stuff. yupz. then wei han kena bullied by them again. poor thing. and he was 'chased off' by li lin - eh, you want to go, can go lei. &lt;em&gt;wei han lingers, as if unwilling to leave somebody - hR arh? - then li lin repeats.. eh, you still here? &lt;/em&gt;wei han looks shifty, hesitantly moving from foot to foot, as if in two minds about leaving. finally, he says, eh, i go first arh.. bbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funniest part of that conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sab, li lin, hR&lt;/span&gt;: wei han, why you keep blessing yourself, you so unblessed ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wei han&lt;/span&gt;: huh?!?! where got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;sab&lt;/span&gt;: what huh, you bless yourself, you see ghost issit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wei han&lt;/span&gt;: .... ya la ya la.. see you that female ghost la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sab&lt;/span&gt;: ?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-9068979234957609928?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/9068979234957609928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=9068979234957609928&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/9068979234957609928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/9068979234957609928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/07/gems-epi.html' title='GEMS - EPI'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-5143421800924488690</id><published>2007-07-19T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:23:30.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i&amp;#39;v got a thing for people who act cute but are not cute. my &amp;#39;thing&amp;#39; is, i&amp;#39;v got issues! i dont like to see them do that. makes me wanna puke. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;acting cutesy is only for immature kids who still like princesses and all that, hello kitty etc. acting cute is not for mature people! (unless they want to make others laugh)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;saw this at friendster: &amp;quot;thhe l0ves ferr ue will nebber END&amp;quot;,&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;ddunch wanna tuhh fall in love&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;dduch wanna tuhh bbe HURT aniim0re&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;bba0bbeiis f0reva&amp;quot;..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;.......... just reading all these and looking at those &amp;#39;act-cutesy&amp;#39; pictures already make me retarded. kaoz.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;i got some friends who like to type all these funny words and phrasings too, but they are cute!! and they so do not put cutesy pics of themselves up. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;cutesy: definition&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;something that is not cute but attempts cuteness by excessive use of symbols like * ~ ` etc in the sentences, excessive posing like puffing up a cheek and looking sideways into a camera while make a &amp;#39;V&amp;#39; sign with the index and middle finger. sheesh it&amp;#39;s totally pathetic.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;i also make fun of them by getting friends and myself to pose like that.. and laughing our heads off at the pictures.. before deleting them off from the camera.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;and i dont like the priestess of cuteness. rainie yang, namie amuro, jolin tsai, jocey kuek?!?!?!?! PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-5143421800924488690?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/5143421800924488690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=5143421800924488690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5143421800924488690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5143421800924488690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/07/fools.html' title='fools'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-4304446089778202753</id><published>2007-07-19T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:27:09.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Next week is week 15 already. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I will be busy as a bee.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Monday: two reports due, both bioprocess engineering reports&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tuesday: Plantbio test&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Wednesday: OC presentation&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thursday: Animalcell test&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Friday: Napfa&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Monday-Friday: FYP after school. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But after this week, wont be as busy, but still busy. Cant wait. Cant wait for exams to be over. Exams are on week 18 to 19. I want to go out. With friends, with cousins.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;=XX&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-4304446089778202753?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/4304446089778202753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=4304446089778202753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4304446089778202753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4304446089778202753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-busy-week.html' title='busy busy week'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-2282631957819727939</id><published>2007-07-18T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:42:28.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18/7/07</title><content type='html'>wednesdays.. are really slack days for our poly students, cos wednesdays are CCA days. depends la. it can be slack or really chiong.. chiong if we do FYP and slack if we got nth on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's one of those days where - mercifully - i got nth on after our genomic techniques (gentec) test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today was screwed up. got back my OC speech text (OC - Oral Com) and i flunked it. yah, you got it right, i flunked it. the first english paper i ever got less than 80 for, and worst of it, i &lt;em&gt;flunked&lt;/em&gt; it. no, i didnt break down and cry. i wont. its stupid. i also expected myself to flunk. cos during that OC test itself, i was writing, but really wasnt sure &lt;strong&gt;how &lt;/strong&gt;to write it.. whether essay form or in conversational form.. im a moron. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;speech&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; text and i had to go and write it in essay form. well, nevermind. i know i flunked cos of that. my content still was 30/50. not bad liao laaa.. considering my 'language' had 18 cos the requirement was &lt;em&gt;"give the student an F grade if the text reads like an essay"&lt;/em&gt;. the teacher didnt have a choice.. couldnt give me higher than 30 and 18 respectively.. otherwise i'm fully confident that i'd get at least a 70. 22 marks more than what i have now. i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure how many people were watching me as i went meekly up to the teacher's desk to get a 'why-did-you-do-this' talk from her. i just told her, &lt;em&gt;sorry, but i misintepreted your answer..&lt;/em&gt; there was no other hope already so i didnt ask for more.. just explained why i was so moronic to the extent i can misintepret something as simple as this. i dont know how much my voice carried over. it was a small classroom. ahh. maybe i did look like i was going to cry. or maybe i looked like i was gonna punch something. or maybe i just stoned. im good at that. masking everything cos my face is an open book if i dont do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at 12, we had the gentec test. teacher separated me and my friend from my two friends. den we couldnt copy. lol. but overall the gentec test okay la.. i juz hope i dont get lousy mark for it.. cos the last two questions i couldnt do.. and those two made up majority of the marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, i hate myself. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the test, went to library to rot at the com... played some yahoo games.. one game somewhat like puzzle bobble (i love this game - PB - man!) but still could 'nearly fall asleep'. even when it was kinda nerve-wracking. cos actions and eye-body coordination must be good and fast. humph. my attention span is shortening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so depressed. went back home earlier than usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to buy jack&amp;amp;jill potato chips for the hp screen wiper. the things i'd do to relieve my boredom.. i cant believe myself. what stupid &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we had some stupid &lt;em&gt;fishy&lt;/em&gt; argument about me not liking to eat fish. make me eat fish by brute force, yelling and whatsoever, i'll get angry. i already made it clear i dont like fish. years already man. especially cod fish. so i just ate porridge with light soya sauce. and those itty-bitty pieces of carrots and peas inside. i'v been dying to have a chance to eat porridge with light soya sauce only, for a meal. and i got it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so screwed. luckily i got a book from the library - Finding Ben. about a guy with asperger's syndrome. cool sia. i read a good review bt this book and then i happened to find it in the school library as i was walking by the display rack. at least something good happened in this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-2282631957819727939?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/2282631957819727939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=2282631957819727939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2282631957819727939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2282631957819727939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/07/18707.html' title='18/7/07'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-7320471694057070120</id><published>2007-07-10T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:07:18.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;somebody pls tell me that whatever&amp;#39;s happening now, will be over soon soon soon and that i wont die. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;i have 4 reports, 2 bioprocess engineering reports, 1 animal cell culture report, 1 FYP report, and 1 bioprocess assignment. Plus my OC test tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;and the presentation in 2weeks&amp;#39; time.&amp;nbsp;and all the upcoming tests and exams. and i have to fit in appointments in between. doctor&amp;#39;s appointment, eye check-up, dinner with cousins and granparents..  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;gawd. people have always told me, everything always happens for a reason. this one?? omg. it&amp;#39;s telling me i need to learn to handle stress more. and do meaningful stuff to destress. and manage my time. provided it doesnt kill me and doesnt leave a very ugly scar in me. and provided it doesnt leave an ugly scar in my future.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;sheesh. this world of biotech could be fun, if only we were not vacuum-packed for time. i dont know what i&amp;#39;d do without being able to sms my old friends. i totally need them and i miss them. i miss the carefree days in secondary school and especially primary school, where i did not have to bother about any spelling tests or CAs and most of all, no projects. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;sighs.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-7320471694057070120?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/7320471694057070120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=7320471694057070120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7320471694057070120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7320471694057070120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/07/stressed.html' title='stressed'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-973752227605435581</id><published>2007-07-09T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:34:40.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oMG WTF?!?!?! 9.5/10?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>my bro is so freaking lame. he got 9.5/10 (nearly full marks) for some weird topic he thought up. at first glance, his work is nothing, zilch, nil. on second and closer glance, you realise, he's used &lt;strong&gt;perfect &lt;/strong&gt;words that as his teacher writes, 'conveys a voice across'. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda nice. the topic is about time. cool. maybe i'll steal his work for any of my future projects that require excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more oxymorons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;giant shrimp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;authentic reproduction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;open secret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;live recording&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;genuine replica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;same difference&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;living dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;business ethics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweet sorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sensitive man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so bored lol! i wanna study movies. and books. and read between the lines. i wanna major in sarcasm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-973752227605435581?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/973752227605435581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=973752227605435581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/973752227605435581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/973752227605435581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg-wtf-9510.html' title='oMG WTF?!?!?! 9.5/10?!?!?!'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-1124083786098625259</id><published>2007-07-07T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:40:27.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just called 'jie jie' to go running with us. and to bring her kids if she wants to meet us. then i asked her if she realli wanted to go, that if she didnt want to go she could just say no. then she said, can i go? if i say no to the first time you invite me out, will you still call me again? i said, yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;gosh i need to jio people out more. i always ask my mum if anyone else is coming with us, and sometimes i'd suggest getting so-and-so to come with us. but all the 'jio-ing' people out is always done by her, rarely by my bro, and even *rarer* by me. i'll start calling people out more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i watched csi. i like it soo much (yes i'll quit using the word 'love'. it sounds so OLD now that i'm always using it) i learned something. eyedrops can kill people. and death by chocolate - especially those from West Africa - is possible. &lt;strong&gt;if you want to know how, watch CSI: Revenge is best served cold. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084367926300500450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ro9NsNqH4eI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ezUdlsaiaRM/s320/eyedrops.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tetrahydrozoline eyedrops - vasoconstrictor that can cause blood pressure to shoot up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-1124083786098625259?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/1124083786098625259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=1124083786098625259&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1124083786098625259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1124083786098625259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-called-jie-jie-to-go-running-with.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ro9NsNqH4eI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ezUdlsaiaRM/s72-c/eyedrops.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-4265176358595752288</id><published>2007-07-06T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:02:11.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZITS</title><content type='html'>I was reading ZITS in the school library today. Kept smirking and snorting. I love Jeremy Duncan! He's soo like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love his dino-teeth when he turns sarcastic or lame. I love how he loves Sara. I love his attitude and the way he does his things. And I love that he has a fantastic relationship with his best friend Hector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love his dino-teeth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ro-4PtqH4fI/AAAAAAAAAZg/vc-2yhlJeZQ/s1600-h/dino-teeth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084485084418400754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ro-4PtqH4fI/AAAAAAAAAZg/vc-2yhlJeZQ/s320/dino-teeth1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That sounds like my bro, eat so much yet gain so little:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ro-4P9qH4gI/AAAAAAAAAZo/EOXshncyNZA/s1600-h/guyseatsomuch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084485088713368066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ro-4P9qH4gI/AAAAAAAAAZo/EOXshncyNZA/s320/guyseatsomuch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Absolute passion that makes me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ro-4QNqH4hI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3KDz2dDXQOg/s1600-h/passion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084485093008335378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ro-4QNqH4hI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3KDz2dDXQOg/s320/passion1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Ooh we so need privacy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ro-4QtqH4iI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/0lDBh-lMk2Y/s1600-h/privacy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084485101598269986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ro-4QtqH4iI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/0lDBh-lMk2Y/s320/privacy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Brilliant sarcasm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ro-4Q9qH4jI/AAAAAAAAAaA/fNmWqAZcl9Y/s1600-h/sarcasm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084485105893237298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ro-4Q9qH4jI/AAAAAAAAAaA/fNmWqAZcl9Y/s320/sarcasm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-4265176358595752288?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/4265176358595752288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=4265176358595752288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4265176358595752288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4265176358595752288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/07/zits.html' title='ZITS'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Ro-4PtqH4fI/AAAAAAAAAZg/vc-2yhlJeZQ/s72-c/dino-teeth1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-8125345342171277583</id><published>2007-07-03T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:32:45.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Nostalgia creeps in whenever I pass by BV.. Seeing all the familiar sights, that red-sand strewn drain, that road that leads to Holland Drive. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Impossible to miss (in the nostalgic sense), yet difficult to forget. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Nostalgia always plagues my mind, until something new comes in to stimulate. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I&amp;nbsp;think it&amp;#39;s difficult to believe, but I suspect I&amp;#39;ll miss poly when I leave, no matter how miserable I am now.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Being a creature of the past is one of the toughest things to be; unable to pull yourself to the present and unable to explain your feelings to others. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Don&amp;#39;t change, Holland Drive! And all the other places I frequent/used to frequent. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I&amp;#39;d love to go back to my primary school just to relive my times walking along the corridors with my best friends.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-8125345342171277583?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/8125345342171277583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=8125345342171277583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8125345342171277583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8125345342171277583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/07/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-7689256875838099510</id><published>2007-06-22T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:08:43.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so fucked-up. Nothing in my life is going right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the world has turned against me. Or maybe, just maybe, I have turned my back against the rest of the world. Ther's no difference.. Cos either way I am still at odds with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all these would stop. I wish I could get back all the faith that I had a long long time ago. The belief that nothing in the world can or will go wrong, the belief that all's right in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if all this is because I have forsaken the path of Christ. I no longer say myself as a Christian. Even in the past, I did not rely on God, I didnt have faith in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just no way out then; I couldnt find the faith. It was never really there in the first place. I hope I will find the light at the end of the tunnel soon. This sucks. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-7689256875838099510?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/7689256875838099510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=7689256875838099510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7689256875838099510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7689256875838099510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-so-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-4379727583736884562</id><published>2007-06-21T13:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T13:13:31.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to watch movie with Sheng-Sheng. Finally. of all the people I asked. He came. I didnt even ask him. Wow. Thanks cuzzie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not forgotten. I'll buy him Lay's. (actually this is what I wanted to eat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadded. Totally. I feel. I'm invisible to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying of emo-ness now. (proof of authenticity: WeiLing's word) Waiting for him to come. I'll get pics! HAixx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-4379727583736884562?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/4379727583736884562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=4379727583736884562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4379727583736884562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4379727583736884562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/06/going-to-watch-movie-with-sheng-sheng.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-6903972200229469232</id><published>2007-06-21T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:45:48.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quoting sQ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ i feel damn stone recently. Where's the happy! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aHHhh!! Where's the life!! sian-ded. FYP everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-6903972200229469232?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/6903972200229469232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=6903972200229469232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6903972200229469232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6903972200229469232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/06/quoting-sq-i-feel-damn-stone-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-8983405293598341377</id><published>2007-06-18T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:37:36.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money is the root of all evils</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really wish Money would be gone from the world, so that it will no longer be said that money is the root of all evils.. because people are often Materialistic, chasing after some brand or the other, or working their asses off just for one bit of plastic - the Credit Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think because of Materialism, a lot of people in this world have now lost their consideration. Whatever happened to holding the door for others, moving aside to allow others to walk past, or enter the train? Whatever happened to being careful in everything we do so that we dont mess up the place for the next user? Whatever happened to our P's and Q's? I'm soo fed-up with these kind of people. As my friend rightly said, "everything people do nowadays, is mostly money-driven". Totally. The thinking that a lot of people have nowadays, is: &lt;em&gt;if it's not advantageous to me/helps me earn money/boosts my reputation, what do I have to do all these for? &lt;strong&gt;There is no point.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I don't think there's any such any such thing as &lt;em&gt;no point&lt;/em&gt;. We do things out of consideration, not for the prestige of Money or Fame. Otherwise, the world would be seriously wrong, and God will have to send another Great Flood to wipe out all these bad... &lt;em&gt;STUFF&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, if Money was gone, then everything that we have or need will be based on trade and generosity. Somehow I doubt very much that everyone would be kind and generous, and I'm very very sure there'd be unfair trade and looting. Looting by people who are greedy, and by people who are afraid this kind of world (without Money) would be only temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then if people have nothing to trade in the first place, would they be able to get other things they need/want? No way right. And there'd be lazy buggers out there who would rather sit and wait for things to be produced, and pillage their way through their lives. Whoo. And who'd be the ones staying whole days in factories operating machines so that we get nice things out of raw materials? As humans I dont think anyone in their right minds would do all these when they have a choice to stay at home and laze about. Sure, there'd be a handful. But only a &lt;em&gt;handful&lt;/em&gt; would not be enough. Demand will far outstrip supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, a world without Money is not a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh why dont we all just learn to be more considerate and dont take others' actions for granted? I realise that I myself do take consideration for granted lol. For example, if people hold the door for me, I dont say 'thank you', because I take it for granted; but if someone doesnt move aside to make way for me when I'm approaching, I get pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realise that I'm becoming so much like the people that totally piss me off - becoming inconsiderate. I really ought to change as soon as possiblE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-8983405293598341377?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/8983405293598341377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=8983405293598341377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8983405293598341377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/8983405293598341377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/06/money-is-root-of-all-evils.html' title='Money is the root of all evils'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-4530031175422639319</id><published>2007-06-17T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:59:38.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been having a splitting headache the past few days. brain's beating against the inside of my skull. the impending doom of which i'd rather not know... sighss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-4530031175422639319?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/4530031175422639319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=4530031175422639319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4530031175422639319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4530031175422639319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-having-splitting-headache-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-2131839082571903014</id><published>2007-06-15T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:40:56.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Monster</title><content type='html'>I think I need to learn to cook. And I dont mean Instant Noodles or Egg.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My bro and granpa love my egg omelette with cheese. Havent let anyone else try cos too lazy to cook. Ugh.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-2131839082571903014?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/2131839082571903014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=2131839082571903014&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2131839082571903014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/2131839082571903014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/06/cookie-monster.html' title='Cookie Monster'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-1789430900177465405</id><published>2007-06-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:16:03.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody says anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been ages since I updated my blog ler.. I really have nothing to write here without actually getting some people riled up.. Cos I know there's sure got to be some generalisation (made by me) like 'people like these are so &lt;em&gt;whatever blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haix. My English standard has really dropped alot. I have forgotten how to tactfully phrase my sentences in such a way that they offend no-one. So it's better for me to say nothing at all, until I can get my words out the right way. I shall go and read more books. &lt;em&gt;Not textbooks huh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Storybooks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday. EMOLING please come along!! &lt;em&gt;(I havent confirmed anything yet cos I dono how long i'll stay in school!! sorry!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday. Quick! It's DemonKing's bday! I want to meet my cousins! And we have badminton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a better life. I swear, when I graduate, I'm going to go inline skating! Maybe learn to drive a car too!! I love our &lt;em&gt;Toyota Picnic&lt;/em&gt;.. SuiGu chose the car. It's big and spacious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075196611970463218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rm64bdXD9fI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5NhEx_xO0K0/s320/cc01_tcm243-80462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I want to ride a motorbike. But mum says NO. She says only if my hubby allows it. I'm the hubby! How can a hubby have a hubby?? And I heard we have to carry our motorbikes in case it overturns or something. WTH. I'm not STRONG ENOUGH. How heavy is a motorbike anyway??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-1789430900177465405?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/1789430900177465405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=1789430900177465405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1789430900177465405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1789430900177465405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/06/nobody-says-anything.html' title='nobody says anything'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rm64bdXD9fI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5NhEx_xO0K0/s72-c/cc01_tcm243-80462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-5164105863827871566</id><published>2007-06-04T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:55:02.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A crazy day in my life</title><content type='html'>Today. Was a school day. Dono what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall begin with the FYP then. Matt and Ivan were like discussing about the confluence of the Hela cells we're culturing.. lol.. so me and Ivan went to Level3 to find Mrs Mark.. abt da cells.. Den while waiting in her office (cos she was talking on e fone) I talked to Ivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den during da time, got some cleaners doing sth to the window of her office (on a gondola outside teh building).. den hor.. i think one of da guys banged against the window or sth.. and then i FREAKED out. FREAKED as in really &lt;em&gt;jumped&lt;/em&gt; man.. AHH. And den i grabbed Ivan's arm. Tt was soo weird la. cos imagine if ur fwen was juz talking happily to u.. den suddenly jump and grip ur arm and den start laughing her head off.. Im siao. I think. Year 3's getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either Im damn quiet or damn easily stimulated. AHH my poor fwens. =//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ytd WL said im insane. Oh man. Im honoured!! x)) Proclaimed insane by an insane person herself. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-5164105863827871566?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/5164105863827871566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=5164105863827871566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5164105863827871566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5164105863827871566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/06/crazy-day-in-my-life.html' title='A crazy day in my life'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-1507832591531032296</id><published>2007-06-04T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:06:52.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RmPwRZIg5VI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JME96ZzOw_s/s1600-h/Lab036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072161786944349522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RmPwRZIg5VI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JME96ZzOw_s/s200/Lab036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REMEMBER THIS??&lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. here i am, helping you post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tralalalala.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SQ, you good, never tag my blog. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RmPyE5Ig5WI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ihhOovuWxi4/s1600-h/IMG_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072163771219240290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RmPyE5Ig5WI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ihhOovuWxi4/s200/IMG_0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers to the newly found stoners club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-1507832591531032296?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/1507832591531032296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=1507832591531032296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1507832591531032296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1507832591531032296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/06/remember-this33-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RmPwRZIg5VI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JME96ZzOw_s/s72-c/Lab036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-3881938085948061178</id><published>2007-06-02T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T15:50:47.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granpa's bday</title><content type='html'>today went down to vivo to support wei's satay burger cook-out. met sq and weiyu and weiyuan der too. hah. weiyuan ate &lt;strong&gt;3 burgers&lt;/strong&gt;. omgg. and weiling was so cute. omgg.. two pony tails and wearing the malay costume. and enticing guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went with them to jurong east (took the mrt - talked crap on train.. talked about SAW) to meet their parents.. they got kinda pissed off at them tho. hahaas. nvm la. den wei's mum talked to me in teh car. i was like.. "huh?? sorry??" many times.. cos i wasnt paying attention, plus sumtimes mo teng doh. den dey commented on my face and sq was like looking at me?? omggg. and he and weiyu are like those mini-couples in puppy love x)) ahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached sq's house, and he got the movies i said i'd claim from him. and i let the kids use my laptop.. =// sth's wrong with me. cos i would NEVER ever let them use. cos i cant stand their sticky fingers banging on teh keyboard. yet. we had to. cos we wanted to watch SAW3 on sq's lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched halfway, den transferred to a spare room to watch.. cos of kids who keep coming to bug us, and parents who came to bug us too. same thing happened in hte spare room; kids coming to ask, &lt;em&gt;anyone here??&lt;/em&gt; duhh. do we look like a bunch of morons who let kids hide in our room while we're watching a show tt's like, &lt;em&gt;M18&lt;/em&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw3 was gory. first time i watched an american show like that. one reason why i don really watch american horror: i think they're cheap thrills and not scary at all. and the way they freak ppl out is totally different from asian. asian ones play on that niggling fear at the back of our minds - like what happens if we do a certain sth, will a ghost come out and haunt us? and they build on the basics of what is familiar to asian audiences - taboo practices like not combing ur hair in front of mirror at midnite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with shows like SAW, i change my mind. SAW is for ppl with pervertic - kinda - minds (like mine.) i LOVE the beginning part where the guy was chopping off his own leg.. and he went on to &lt;em&gt;break&lt;/em&gt; it&lt;em&gt; *cracckk*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another fav part is when the joints of this guy was twisted until.. well, you get the idea. and yes, sq is right, that show is GREAT!! onli for psycho ppl tho. and that's saying sth. x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dur that show, wei was squeezing my shoulder.. and going 'aaaiyeee.. thats so SICKK' *squeeze squeeze*. and me, i was 'ooohhh wowww... eeeekss omgg' *grips sq's tee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft that we were watching 'Mr. Vampire'. den ma said i had to go.. sad sad. cos that show is hilarious. involves a bunch of vampires following a priest's actions, and two pervertic guys and a karate-chopping girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-3881938085948061178?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/3881938085948061178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=3881938085948061178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3881938085948061178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3881938085948061178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/06/granpas-bday.html' title='Granpa&apos;s bday'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-1802257591327499712</id><published>2007-05-28T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:28:04.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin' Obsessed</title><content type='html'>I'm so friggin' obsessed with Phantom of the Opera songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think of Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think of me think of me fondly,when we've said goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember me once in a while -please promise me you'll try.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIRMIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANDRE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't fret, Firmin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you find that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you ever find a moment,spare a thought for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Transformation to the Gala. CHRISTINE is revealed in full costume)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We never said our love was evergreen,or as unchanging as the sea -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but if you can still remember stop and think of me . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think of all the things we've shared and seen -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't think about the things which might have been . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think of me,think of me waking,silent and resigned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine me,trying too hard to put you from my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recall those days look back on all those times,think of the things we'll never do-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there will never be a day, when I won't think of you . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Applause, bravos. Prominent among the bravos, those of the young RAOUL in the MANAGERS' box)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAOUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can it be Christine?Bravo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(he raises his opera-glasses)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a change!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're really not a bit the gawkish girl that once you were...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(lowering his opera-glasses)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She may not remember me, but I remember her...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We never said our love was evergreen,or as unchanging as the sea -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but please promise me,that sometimes you will think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel of Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where in the world have you been hiding?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really, you were perfect!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only wish I knew your secret!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is this new tutor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE (abstracted, entering the dressing room)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father once spoke of an angel . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to dream he'd appear . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now as I sing,I can sense him . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know he's here . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(trance-like)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here in this room he calls me softly . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somewhere inside . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hiding . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow I know he's always with me . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he - the unseen genius . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEG (uneasily)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christine, you must have been dreaming . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stories like this can't come true . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christine, you're talking in riddles . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's not like you . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE (not hearing her, ecstatic)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angel of Music!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guide and guardian!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grant to me your glory!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEG (to herself)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is this angel?This . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOTH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angel of Music!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hide no longer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secret and strange angel . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE (darkly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's with me, even now . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEG (bewildered)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hands are cold . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All around me . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your face, Christine,it's white . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It frightens me . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be frightened . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(THEY look at each other The moment is broken by the arrival of GIRY)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In sleep he sang to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In dreams he came &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That voice which calls to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And speaks my name &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And do I dream again? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now I find &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The phantom of the opera is there, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHANTOM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing once again with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our strange duet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My power over you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grows stronger yet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And though you turn from me to glance behind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The phantom of the opera is there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside your mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those who have seen your face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Draw back in fear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the mask you wear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHANTOM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's me they hear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOTH &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My/Your spirit and my/your voice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In one combined &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The phantom of the opera is there inside my/your mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that the phantom of the opera? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beware the phantom of the opera &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHANTOM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all your fantasies you always knew &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That man and mystery &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;W&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ere both in you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOTH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in this labrinth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where night is blind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Phantom of the opera is here/there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHANTOM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing, my Angel of Music! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's there, the Phantom of the Opera . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music of the Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;music . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have come here,for one purpose,and one alone . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since the momentI first heard you sing,I have needed you with me,to serve me, to sing,for my music . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my music . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(changing mood)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night-time sharpens,heightens each sensation . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darkness stirs and wakes imagination . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silently the senses abandon their defences . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grasp it, sense it -tremulous and tender . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn your face away from the garish light of day,turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -and listen tothe music of the night . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close your eyes,let your spirit start to soar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'll live as you've never lived before . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Softly, deftly,music shall surround you . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel it, hear it,closing in around you . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open up your mind,let your fantasies unwind,in this darkness which you know you cannot fight -the darkness ofthe music of the night . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave all thoughtsof the world you knew before!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let your soul Take you where you long to be !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only then can you belong to me . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Floating, falling,sweet intoxication!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touch me, trust me savour each sensation!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the dream begin,let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write -the power of the music of the night . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(During all this, the PHANTOM has conditioned CHRISTINE to the coldness of his touch and her fingers are brave enough to stray to his mask and caress it, withno hint of removing it. The PHANTOM leads her to a large mirror from which he removes a dust cover and in which we see the image of CHRISTINE, a perfect wax- face impression, wearing a wedding gown. CHRISTINEmoves slowly towards it when suddenly the image thrusts its hands through the mirror towards her She faints. The PHANTOM catches her and carries her to the bed, where he lays her down.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHANTOM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You alone can make my song take flight -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;help me make the music of the night . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I ask of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAOUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more talk of darkness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget these wide-eyed fears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here,nothing can harm you -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my words will warm and calm you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be your freedom,let daylight dry -your tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here,with you, beside you,to guard you and to guide you . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say you love me every waking moment,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;turn my head with talk of summertime . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say you need me with you,now and always . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;promise me that all you say is true -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's all I ask of you . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAOUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be your shelter,let me be your light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're safe:No-one will find you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your fears are far behind you . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want is freedom,a world with no more night . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you always beside meto hold me and to hide me . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAOUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then say you'll share with me onelove, one lifetime . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iet me lead you from your solitude . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say you need me with you here, beside you . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anywhere you go,let me go too -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christine,that's all I ask of you . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say the word and I will follow you . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOTH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Share each day with me, each night, each morning . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say you love me . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAOUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I do . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOTH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love me -that's all I ask of you . . .(They kiss)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywhere you go let me go too . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love me -that's all I ask of you . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(CHRISTINE starts from her reverie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must go -they'll wonder where I am . . .wait for me, Raoul!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAOUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christine, I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Order your fine horses!Be with them at the door!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAOUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And soon you'll be beside me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll guard me, and you'll guide me . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They hurry off. The PHANTOM emerges from behind the statue)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Lloyd Webber is a genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-1802257591327499712?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/1802257591327499712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=1802257591327499712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1802257591327499712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1802257591327499712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/friggin-obsessed.html' title='Friggin&apos; Obsessed'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-7970276701334641382</id><published>2007-05-23T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:30:06.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My spine hurts</title><content type='html'>My spine hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another slacking day for me I didnt do anything much except sleep and I slept with my head on the computer chair. While sitting on the floor. Now my spine hurts WHEN I MOVE MY HEAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd am I dumb or what... Lol.. I also love to sleep upside down, been a habit for me since young. Maybe that's why I look so youthful. With yoga enthusiasts promoting the upside-down posture cos it induces blood rushing into the head. Euphoria experienced. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my blood has learnt to rush to my head even when I'm upright, hence inducing a sense of euphoria; that makes me laugh out loud for no reason sometimes. Like that cute baby below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067762386568707890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RlRPClmDfzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VuUNXwHwD7U/s400/Kuek+Yi+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her to bits. This is my darling baby KY =] Now she's older and more active and cuter too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-7970276701334641382?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/7970276701334641382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=7970276701334641382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7970276701334641382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7970276701334641382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-spine-hurts.html' title='My spine hurts'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RlRPClmDfzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VuUNXwHwD7U/s72-c/Kuek+Yi+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-1377378703532922309</id><published>2007-05-21T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:34:23.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da vandalised shoe</title><content type='html'>Was extremely bored.. And didnt want to do my work.. So I doodled freehand on my shoe.. Lookey below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RlEMrbukInI/AAAAAAAAATs/Obd-84J6NFs/s1600-h/Lab023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RlEBirukIjI/AAAAAAAAATM/fYqky7J-5iA/s1600-h/IMG_2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066832751133729330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RlEBirukIjI/AAAAAAAAATM/fYqky7J-5iA/s400/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished shoe.. Only drew on the right shoe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RlEBjLukIkI/AAAAAAAAATU/hiHPY1Q_vU0/s1600-h/IMG_2082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066832759723663938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RlEBjLukIkI/AAAAAAAAATU/hiHPY1Q_vU0/s400/IMG_2082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My muses: Lyrics sheet, black marker, blank throw-away-shoe-wannabe and moolah (for new shoe) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RlEBjrukIlI/AAAAAAAAATc/EPIL4dvlqzk/s1600-h/IMG_2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066832768313598546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RlEBjrukIlI/AAAAAAAAATc/EPIL4dvlqzk/s400/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The close-up: xBobbyCx is my maplestory nick, the heart-shape was what my cousin drew on another cousin's hand.. the word on the top right are reworded "Music of the Night" lyrics, the 'tree' on the left was just there to fill up the empty space..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-1377378703532922309?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/1377378703532922309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=1377378703532922309&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1377378703532922309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1377378703532922309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/da-vandalised-shoe.html' title='Da vandalised shoe'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RlEBirukIjI/AAAAAAAAATM/fYqky7J-5iA/s72-c/IMG_2079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-6585120704456732130</id><published>2007-05-20T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:03:52.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ECP trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ytd met two of my cousins to go ECP. Mum fetched us there and back, with her friend.. and mum treated us to dinner and them to ice cream. Den we went to my other auntie's house where we met her kids and another cousin.. Lol so I met cousins from 4 other families in one day. That was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den YX who's in the same poly as me, he was also, like, complaining about our poly system. Throwing all the work to us at such a short notice, throwing tests and exams haphazardly. And first day back to school (nxt week's elearning, supposed to stay at home), both of us have tests. Hallelujah!! -.-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this has been reviewed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me back to the topic : IS POLY OR JC BETTER??? I change my tack. The way I wrote my last post seemed to be saying that poly students are lower class than jc students. No they are not, and I dont mean this. But thing is, since majority of JC students are from chij and all that, maybe our wavelength (ie the stuff we like to talk about) is more similar (compared to poly students). Maybe. And also, another thing is that I think most JC students will speak more english so it could be another reason why I relate better to them too. And JC teaches us English too. And Chinese (which was why I chose poly over JC..) I wish to improve my english more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hope this sounds better]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think JC might be better in that sense, and also that JC life is kinda sheltered.. the system is so similar to sec school and pri school. Those ppl are still 'babied' in a sense. No studies culture shock over at JC. Homework is forced back from students so the teachers can mark them, we are not allowed to 'ponteng' lessons for no reason (except MC). I think I shoulda have juz stuck to JC. But I made this choice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But poly also has a good point, that is being that I can juz dye my hair, paint nails, have earrings etc. Poly is kinda slack wiht our dressing lols. Can just wear berms and slippers. Casual wear. I juz started wearing these this year only. Haha.. Might as well enjoy the last year in poly. I'm making use of the library too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-6585120704456732130?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/6585120704456732130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=6585120704456732130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6585120704456732130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6585120704456732130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/ytd-met-two-of-my-cousins-to-go-ecp.html' title='The ECP trip'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-7003116547151408140</id><published>2007-05-17T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:12:09.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da problem with Chinese</title><content type='html'>My problem with Chinese. Aaaahh!! I'm so fed-up. Everyone in my class keeps speaking Chinese!! My friend's class speaks Chinese!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When doing FYP, my group mates speak Chinese!! The lab tech speaks Chinese!! Even some of my teachers speak Chinese to our class people when we happen to meet outside lessons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAHHHHH I'm so fed-up. I can't catch up. I can't speak and think and understand Chinese at the speed of light. I can't catch up. That makes me even more blur. -.-"" I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE more year. ONE more year of not knowing what's going on around me.. NOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to use my natural intelligence to juz &lt;em&gt;tikam&lt;/em&gt; what ppl are saying around me.. Sometimes I get right, sometimes, wrong.. And the wrong.. sometimes is totally out. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-7003116547151408140?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/7003116547151408140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=7003116547151408140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7003116547151408140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7003116547151408140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/da-problem-with-chinese.html' title='Da problem with Chinese'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-3257995579405087881</id><published>2007-05-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:05:21.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First FYP stuffies.</title><content type='html'>Today we did media prep in lab for our FYP. Fun nia. Cos I quite like making media. Haha.. But our stock ended up wrong cos, the stupid pH meter sot-sot one, pH 6.sth, even lab tech see as 8.sth. Oops. I should hv gone to see also, cos from certain angle can see the exact number on the display... =XX partly my fault la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We added HCl (wanted to lower the '8.sth' to 7.2) and NaOH (to increase the 5.sth we got after adding HCl) when we should have only added NaOH. Salt imbalance le!!!!! Den our media wrong le. Need to ask YF for frozen DMEM media from the last FYP batch.. AAAAAHHH. Our animal cells cannot &lt;em&gt;tahan &lt;/em&gt;salt imbalance. H+, Cl-, Na+ and OH- ions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den after we packed up our stuff, waited for the other FYP group under the same supervisor as us. During the waiting period I took Matt's perm marker to draw on the C-fold towel.. And no ink came out.. So I &lt;em&gt;shook it real hard&lt;/em&gt;. I freaking &lt;em&gt;shook it&lt;/em&gt;!!! And what happened??!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I splattered the WHOLE table with permanent ink. And my entire arm too!! Okay Okay, I'm exaggerating. But one portion of the table had ink splatters.. My arm also had.. Luckily nobody's homework or pencil case was in the vicinity. I used up 4 C-fold towels and LOTS of ethanol to remove the stains. Now there are still some very very &lt;em&gt;faint&lt;/em&gt; stains on the otherwise-sparkling-clean-white table. All my fault!! And the lab is brand new too!!! =XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the entire building - T11A - is brand new, entire thing all labs and some lecturers' rooms too. Our batch of Year Three students are the first batch to use this new building..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so soon it had been tainted.. By me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-3257995579405087881?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/3257995579405087881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=3257995579405087881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3257995579405087881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3257995579405087881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-we-did-media-prep-in-lab-for-our.html' title='First FYP stuffies.'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-4796566607044955703</id><published>2007-05-15T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:51:48.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note spoof comic</title><content type='html'>This is a real cool comic!! Got it from my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RknIuAZuYhI/AAAAAAAAATE/CYKXuhIyTfg/s1600-h/070430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064799948662268434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RknIuAZuYhI/AAAAAAAAATE/CYKXuhIyTfg/s400/070430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What an evil SANTA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-4796566607044955703?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/4796566607044955703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=4796566607044955703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4796566607044955703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4796566607044955703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/death-note-spoof-comic.html' title='Death Note spoof comic'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RknIuAZuYhI/AAAAAAAAATE/CYKXuhIyTfg/s72-c/070430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-5372675224217485680</id><published>2007-05-13T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:55:55.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo sucks</title><content type='html'>Emo sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily, were u ever emo? Ur blog says so but I cant believe it. You, the gal who's always so happy, so cheerful and hyperactive? The gal who'd kiss me on the mouth and say Je t'aime? (joking about the last part la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh you're so cool you know! :) Your nail polish, your eyeliner, your smirk, your chor lor ness. hahahaa... And i love your bedroom!! Your house too. So nice lei. I like your snakes too. But I prefer my gym. Hahaa.. Ya I want to bbq soon kie.. And you muz come over to hv sleepover party. Ask ur sis along too, and ur bro can bunk in with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new haircut and dyed my hair green you know! That's the cool part about being in poly, they allow anything. I remember telling you about this guy who had a 5cm-tall mohawk which he dyed shocking red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064058770450964994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RkcmnwZuYgI/AAAAAAAAAS8/S7htuIbOa4g/s400/nice+eye.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like this eye. So nice hor.. Super eyeliner. But Jack Sparrow's de nicer. Can you do it w/o making me look punched-in-the-eye?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-5372675224217485680?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/5372675224217485680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=5372675224217485680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5372675224217485680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5372675224217485680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/emo-sucks.html' title='Emo sucks'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RkcmnwZuYgI/AAAAAAAAAS8/S7htuIbOa4g/s72-c/nice+eye.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-1961262099164092385</id><published>2007-05-13T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T06:28:39.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da stupid Microsoft Office stuff</title><content type='html'>This is sooo freak, manz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have Microsoft Word!!! My lappy has no MicOffice stuff at all, how am I to do my homework? I cant even type my datasheet already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Microsoft Word, okay, fine. I can install it, no sweat.. But of all times, my Mic Word Installation CD had to go missing! Mum said we have one, I dont know if we really have, or if that was just a figment of her imagination. Maybe she wished so much that we had one, so she doesnt have to spend more money on another CD, that she actually THOUGHT we have one. OOhh I hate this thingy. This thingy which gives me bad luck and lets me not be able to find my stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already got used to my desktop not having Adobe Photoshop. But I cant get used to my lappy not having any Microsoft Office things. I need Word to type things, I need Excel once in awhile and Ppt for projects. And I got a lappy so my bro and I can use com at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH!! Sorry for my stupid rantings..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-1961262099164092385?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/1961262099164092385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=1961262099164092385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1961262099164092385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1961262099164092385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/da-stupid-microsoft-office-stuff.html' title='Da stupid Microsoft Office stuff'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-3445286800916423</id><published>2007-05-11T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:59:46.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Buff</title><content type='html'>I have a fascination with movie characters, only not with the actors themselves. For example, L from Death Note, not Ken'ichi Matsuyama; Legolas from LOTR, not Orlando Bloom; Jack Sparrow from Pirates, not Johnny Depp; and now Peter Parker a.k.a Spidey from Spiderman, not Tobey Maguire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Spiderman3 today. (Alex!! It's soo coincidental you also watched it on the same day as me! And the same too, with DN, seems like we watched it in the same week, tho DN is a relatively 'old' show.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wasnt that excited over it (Spiderman3), since I'm not a spidey-fan, but heck, my cousin booked the ticket for me, can I say no??? But we repaid his fee for our tickets by buying loads of tidbits and drinks. My bag was loaded with 5 packs of potato chips! And 2 packs of sweets. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey 3 is cool, cos some of the effects, eg of Peter streaking along the sides of skyscrapers is really, really, and I mean, REALLY exhilarating. I got a glimpse into the world that I never would be part of. And a glimpse of something that I would never ever dare to do. See, I'm afraid of heights. Stupid, really, but I'm still scared. Dont ever make me do the Flying Fox, I would juz scream.. Ack. and the abseiling we had to do in the Sec3 camp. Damn freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it when the black alien-ey thing took over Peter, and he became, the dark, mysterious, broody and evil guy, that I LIKE. Hell, sometimes I juz like bad guys, I have no idea why. They juz have the allure over me. The power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) And yea, well, I have the spidey front page collectable from the magazine FIRST. I just loved the effects, and I HAD TO HAVE IT. Furthermore, there was this Pirates 3 poster inside. 8 BUCKS! But heck, since I dont spend money on these kinda stuff all the time, I JUST HAD TO BUY IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bot it. But I dont have those really cool, plastic/glass thingy for my posters, which I can juz screw onto my wall. Those stuff can really make my room look like that of a movie fanatics. If I had it, I think my room'd be really nice. But my room is so damn small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for Pirates, now. I'd gladly take any Pirates merchandise, esp. if associated with Jack Sparrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-3445286800916423?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/3445286800916423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=3445286800916423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3445286800916423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3445286800916423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-watched-spiderman3-today.html' title='Movie Buff'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-1735707440296401988</id><published>2007-05-09T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:41:58.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so repulsant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-1735707440296401988?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/1735707440296401988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=1735707440296401988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1735707440296401988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1735707440296401988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-feel-so-repulsant.html' title=''/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-5487775384228328035</id><published>2007-05-07T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:48:08.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So emo again</title><content type='html'>Today one of my friends mentioned that my blog was soo emo (emotional). After careful thought, I think it is, lei. Actually arh, I already thot it was emo, but I still decided to continue with my emo posts, anyway. Cos I’m already so crazy here, might as well go the whole hog eh? Plus my blog is there for me to type whatever I want, so emo or not, is my choice nia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd be abit siao ding-dong without my blog. I dont like not being able to express myself or not talking. My blog is here for me to express myself. I express myself by writing tho I'm not any J.K. Rowling. And also by crapping the shit out of my friends.. I love to freak HR out by staring at her or using my freaky misty spooky voice at 7pm in the MRT train (she gets freaked out by that, can you believe it??) BOO HUIRU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho what’s written on my blog doesn’t seem to reflect me, (cos my posts are so emo and I’m so stoned all the time) can I just say that all these posts are really and truly written by yours truly? I really &lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt; that much and &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; that much. And i do care about what ppl think about me. (I mean, those I know, la. Those whom I dont know, I dont care) I dont know why. Weird hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I tell you about my feelings in school - abit lonely la. But can do la. Cos all I have to do now is tell myself to learn to be independent (tho I cant hear well) and learn to get used to loneliness. Sad thing la, but still hor, we are humans ma. Sometimes get left alone for God knows what reasons. Because we're too fat, too ugly, too low self-esteem? Dono la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus hor, my free times now are spent in the SP library. Watching DVDs and surfing net. Quite a good life. So long as the exams dont come too soon, I'll be very happy le. But I really dont like Mondays and Tuesdays cos of the long days and practicals and cant go back with HuiRu. And I'm starting to dislike wednesdays because of OC (Oral Communication) I really suck at that. Can't present well and articulate well =XX KNS la. HAHAA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya.. I will go and do my work now. And I will stop using all the "la's", "lei" etc etc. I dont want to be a pure-blooded Singlish-ey Singaporean. I want to speak Queen's English. LOLS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-5487775384228328035?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/5487775384228328035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=5487775384228328035&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5487775384228328035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5487775384228328035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-emo-again.html' title='So emo again'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-3647029807537964357</id><published>2007-05-04T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:12:49.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a happier note, I watched Death Note 1 on Wednesday, and Death Note 2 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060690128816464066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rjsu3AZuYMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/uRNR3TtdzX0/s320/death%2520note%25202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice!! Now I know why people like Death Note. The show really makes us think, and makes me really admire the Light Yagami (Kira) and Ryuzaki (L). Death Note - think MIND GAMES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060691185378418946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rjsv0gZuYQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_i-ZqMyP6SQ/s320/mfile_342_47430_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Light (left) and Ryuzaki (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Geniuses. I really don't know how they can find clues in something so simple and so.. ordinary. I don't know how Light can think of such far-sighted plans which save his life and all that, how Ryuzaki can guess every single detail down pat just by thinking. Light is such a meticulous and quick-thinking fella, can think of ways to get out of tight spots. Heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060691185378418962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rjsv0gZuYRI/AAAAAAAAARE/oLprmNmKobM/s320/photo_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The two geniuses pitting chess skills. Light checkmated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wowee. Wish I was born a genius. Wish I had their IQ. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish I could eat just like Ryuzaki does. I have a sweet tooth too. I love eating sugar by the packet. I love my drinks sweet. I love marshmallows, chocolate, lollipops. But den I put on weight when I eat too much. I think it'll be great if my last meal could be my favourite bar of chocolate. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuzaki is sort of my favourite character in that show, cos I find him so cute. Light is also cute, and I'm on his side. But Ryuzaki is cuter, la. I like his pale skin, messy hair, simple clothes, the way he holds things (kiap with two fingers), and the way he ate his potato chips while staring at Light (at the end of DN1)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060692967789846850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RjsxcQZuYUI/AAAAAAAAARc/Z80gjIRyOSs/s320/360x250_deathnote2_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kiap handphone and lollipop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060690133111431394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rjsu3QZuYOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hrGocIdIJ6A/s320/ryuzaki1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ryuzaki in front of the monitors surveilling Light Yagami at his home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060691181083451634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rjsv0QZuYPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ahoj25P24bs/s320/death_note_5_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ryuzaki with his bag of potato chips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ugh someone titled that picture above: " most kissable scene in movie ". Hey I like Ryuzaki.. But not to that extent.. HAhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060692967789846818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RjsxcQZuYSI/AAAAAAAAARM/9AnEMwf6qPc/s320/Deathnote_L_matsuyama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like little boys. I mean, adults who are kids at heart. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060694174675657074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RjsyigZuYXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/1P8xXaS1Aww/s320/m02-0485-060219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ken'ichi Matsuyama - he looks so different.. looks better in the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some other characters: I like Watari and Misa too. Watari is the kind of faithful helpful old man I like. Pity at the end he.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060697795333087618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rjs11QZuYYI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QMFpCOlt8wk/s320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Misa is so cute lei. Hahaha.. Actually I couldnt stand her in the first show, acting cute for 'Happy Sweets'. But then I started to like her in the second show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060697795333087634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rjs11QZuYZI/AAAAAAAAASE/9hYS4DkCjJo/s320/144dae503d1125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060694166085722450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RjsyiAZuYVI/AAAAAAAAARk/-8MtYzFGuxQ/s320/360x250_deathnote2_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm 'Kira' works towards eliminating all criminals in the world. I don't see what's wrong with that. Cos, after all, these criminals have done unforgivable things and they are unrepentant. Unremorseful. They should get their just desserts. But then again death would be too light a sentence for them sia. Better still if give them life imprisonment. So they get to suffer for the heinous crimes they have committed. LOLS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060700771745423810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rjs4igZuYcI/AAAAAAAAASc/xoGMpNDJHE4/s320/kiraa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HuiRu borrowed Phantom of the Opera for me. I wanna watch it soon. Perhaps tml ba, when we meet. Yay. Oh ya, and yesterday watched abit of WhaleRider. Seems like I'm in the movie mood now. And hope can watch Spiderman3 on May11.. And Pirates of the Caribbean I love Captn Jack Sparrow! @.@ (not Johnny Depp, mind you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060705779677290962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rjs9GAZuYdI/AAAAAAAAASk/wkIWqk7EHSk/s320/flirt.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060705779677290978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rjs9GAZuYeI/AAAAAAAAASs/gIBaCg8BNuA/s320/jackSparrow21024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For Hui Ru: Here Light looks like Ohno lei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060692967789846834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/RjsxcQZuYTI/AAAAAAAAARU/AX_Q4RHx15Y/s320/dnmvx-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-3647029807537964357?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/3647029807537964357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=3647029807537964357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3647029807537964357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/3647029807537964357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/death-note.html' title='Death Note'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rER6iRxKJEw/Rjsu3AZuYMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/uRNR3TtdzX0/s72-c/death%2520note%25202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-1801384814362789577</id><published>2007-05-01T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:57:38.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So emo2</title><content type='html'>he was such a healthy guy.. so health-conscious.. nv eat too much fatty or fried food, going joggin every weekend at macritchie.. going to parks with his kids and us, eating lots of fruits after every dinner.. i still remember staying overnight at his place once, and he brought myself and his kids out before dinner to choose the fruits we wanted to eat.. i let the kids choose.. and we had a fruit spread after dinner.. very satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, juz because of a stupid mosquito.. did he juz go.. i think without the mosquito he could have been here with us, and nothing drastic happening except a major scare caused by his hospitalisation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-1801384814362789577?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/1801384814362789577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=1801384814362789577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1801384814362789577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/1801384814362789577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/he-was-such-healthy-guy.html' title='So emo2'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-6528422356261449691</id><published>2007-05-01T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:59:00.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So emo2</title><content type='html'>Ytd went for suigu's cremation.. at Mandai crematorium.. And then today we went to cast his ashes into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days hv been very sad, attending the wake til Sunday, then cremation on monday then casting of ashes today.. I promised myself to try not to cry.. and i also promised him.. but yesterday.. during the viewing of the coffin.. when his body was sent into the cremation room, da yi and hia yi-yi became very very hysterical, keep crying.. i was already like holding back my tears and all that.. but seeing them in that state juz released the tap and den i cried.. i held back my tears when the eulogies was read out by my bro and my godbro who's also his godson.. i numbed myself, imagined shutting my emotions into this room within myself, so i can keep my tears private.. already such a sad event.. if i cry will make it worst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my uncle so much since saturday, cos i know i wont ever see him again.. he was such a nice man, always there to comfort us, to make us happy, to share happiness and sorrows.. he often called us out to go east coast park, west coast park, botanic gardens, seletar reservoir, etc etc.. and eat food together at nice places, go outings.. but when he called us out the past times.. sometimes i wasnt even there cos i didnt feel like going, cos i felt lazy.. and i didnt go for the japan trip with his family and xun and sheng in early 2006.. only went for the korea trip last year. and December also.. juz 4 months ago only!! i still have our group fotos, uncle looked really happy. haiz. i dont have a personal foto with him! sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt a pang when we passed by the sembawang food ctr on our way to the crematorium ytd.. my family and his ate there once or twice.. and we bot some home-made bread from an olden-times bakery there.. and he knew i liked the bread.. cos it's sweeter den the usual gardenia i eat.. he used to make special trips down there jzu to buy bread for our family.. he gave us fishes, flowers etc which my mum loved.. and juz few weeks back he gave us some twisty bamboo thingy and the 5 stalks are standing in our transparent plastic vertical pot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his death is so sudden i still cant believe he's gone. i really regret not spending more time with him and his family in the past, now only left his family. i really need to treasure all the people around mi.. i nv thought i would ever have to feel the tremendous regret that im feeling now.. now is too late to even say sorry for the times i didnt go out with him, he's not hear to talk to me anymore, not here to play games with me, not here for me to hear his voice. and theres this something that i know he will like, cos we like similar things.. now i cant give it to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone's okay now.. esp ah gong and ah ma.. since they didnt attend the cremation and the 'sea burial'.. they looked so sad.. i couldnt really tell what ah gong felt cos he looked the same.. i think he was juz being strong. we all need to be strong cos after all life is juz a dream.. our bodies are juz shells of our former selves.. i looked at him in the coffin, it didnt look liek the suigu i remember at all.. but the memories will always be here inside my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-6528422356261449691?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://incr3diblelamer.blogspot.com/archives/so_emo2_archives.htm' title='So emo2'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/6528422356261449691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=6528422356261449691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6528422356261449691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/6528422356261449691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/05/ytd-went-for-suigus-cremation.html' title='So emo2'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-5469423347789400438</id><published>2007-04-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T13:11:20.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not some love-sick post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is not some love-sick post. I am not pining for some guy I'm crushing over. This is about my Uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna remember this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna remember this great guy who left something in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his nagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one for words, and I really wished I had talked to him more often in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of the weird phase of adolescence I went through and am going through, I stopped talking to him that much. I regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-5469423347789400438?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/5469423347789400438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=5469423347789400438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5469423347789400438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/5469423347789400438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wanna-remember-this-day.html' title='This is not some love-sick post'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-4564687322706047672</id><published>2007-04-27T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T21:55:13.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd time back at MAU</title><content type='html'>Today I went for lunch with Elaine after school, we ate at Holland Village Market. She gave me nice stuff that she bot from her trip to Cambodia. Then we went back to P lobby to fetch HR to go to Matrix.. Elaine brought us up and to the MAU lab. Hui Ru and I talked to PP for awhile in the corridors, and den we met laoren and YM in the lab.. Hahaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of us - myself, Hui Ru, M and Elaine talked in the pantry until about 4 ba.. But some awkward silences. It was kinda fun tho. Den we went back to the workstation and laoren lemme use com after he used it. Haah. Studied bioinformatics and complained about our lousy teachers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den I talked to PP in the lab for 5 mins before Jude came to call his girl back.. And we left after that lor.. And.. I went to see Uncle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of an eventful day.. But I hate that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-4564687322706047672?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/4564687322706047672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=4564687322706047672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4564687322706047672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/4564687322706047672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/04/2nd-time-back-at-mau.html' title='2nd time back at MAU'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36698206.post-322789556747964627</id><published>2007-04-26T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T13:54:14.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival</title><content type='html'>SURVIVAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe it!! ROARSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans need masks to survive? Oh, at home one mask, in school one mask, work one mask? When can we stop changing masks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant we humans juz be simpler, I want to ask God.. We really should have less emotions. Especially those bad ones like Envy, Lust, Jealousy, Anger, Posessive-ness. It's so easy to envy and hence hate a person for having what we don't have, it's so easy to lust after someone tho the sinful thots are just totally polluting our minds. It's so easy to be posessive and selfish, not sharing stuff with our neighbours, with our fellow humans. Hey, stuff is for sharing. Maybe some stuff like personal stuff cannot, but stuff like knowledge, we should share!! No point being soo selfish and scared that the other person will have an edge over you juz becos he knows what you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo.. I'm also very guilty of every one of the bad emotions mentioned above.. Maybe not too much on lust ba.. Very honestly I'm a selfish person sumtimes.. And I do hate myself for that too.. But what to do, I'm human after all. Tho God made us different, all of us have our own share of.. emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions. Blah. What a bad word. ROARS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-322789556747964627?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/322789556747964627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=322789556747964627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/322789556747964627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/322789556747964627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/04/survival-i-dont-believe-it-roarss-we.html' title='Survival'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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-36698206.post-7649074084029132076</id><published>2007-04-25T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:06:54.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly Life 1</title><content type='html'>I really dont have the mood to continue with school anymore. I dont understand how people can tahan being alone all the time in Poly (yes, I'v seen some odd ones like me).. Its so lonely, and I feel so isolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend I hang out with during free times, but during tutorials and practicals, we are in different classes. That's when I feel &lt;em&gt;in-tahan-able&lt;/em&gt; cos, I dont have a default practical partner, dont have a default sitting partner too. Usually I join two guys but sometimes they'd join the other guys. So no place for mii. And I'm a girl. The only girl amongst the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cannot blame the people around me ba.. Cos it's ME who chose to be isolated. It's ME who chose not to talk to people. It's ME who choose to keep silent when I dont agree ie not expressing myself. It's so totally wrong, my attitude. But my mood is really not there. How can I talk to people that I cant click with, how to talk to people I dont really like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I can be so siao when I'm with my friends. I just cant learn to put on a mask, and this is really going to affect me in my future working life!! There's no guarantee I wont land in a workplace with people I dislike. So how do I continue???? I juz dont like being fake manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like mum will argue that it's not being fake, it's being diplomatic, it's being flexible and learning to ignore or change the stuff I can. But I'm not diplomatic in nature, and somewhat inflexible at times when I dont want to be accommodating. I will only change to accommodate my friends, not people I dislike. How do I change that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*think&lt;br /&gt;*think *think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36698206-7649074084029132076?l=62878586.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/feeds/7649074084029132076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36698206&amp;postID=7649074084029132076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7649074084029132076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36698206/posts/default/7649074084029132076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://62878586.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-really-dont-have-mood-to-continue.html' title='Poly Life 1'/><author><name>-philosopher-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12926519038390182221</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>
