<?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-18269114</id><updated>2011-11-06T09:32:19.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nightmare</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269114.post-3876549373470293931</id><published>2008-09-11T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:49:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/09/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_60UWrGU6U/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_60UWrGU6U/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/neyo/music/La3m_NRF/neyo_miss_independent/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent - Ne-Yo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm back home!!! Actually Hong Kong's kind of like Singapore, just a lot more cramped and a whole lot more people. So anyway, i'm not going to blog here because i've decided to change to &lt;a href="http://letmeexplicate.wordpress.com/"&gt;wordpress&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3876549373470293931?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3876549373470293931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3876549373470293931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3876549373470293931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3876549373470293931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/09/110908.html' title='11/09/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4421202406708487761</id><published>2008-09-10T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:48:25.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/09/08</title><content type='html'>Blogging from my handphone right now. I'm at the hong kong airport waiting for my flight back home! Had quite a lot of fun the past few days. But there were some really funny incidents, like toursists mistaking me for a local and asking me for directions,while a businessman even tried doing business with me instead of my dad.                                                     Well,can't upload any photos right now,but i'm going to do it in my next post when i get home anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4421202406708487761?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4421202406708487761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4421202406708487761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4421202406708487761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4421202406708487761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/09/100908.html' title='10/09/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-5399139263096870727</id><published>2008-09-06T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:20:34.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6/09/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Belated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9irJOEudsg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9irJOEudsg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/chomane/music/aTEfiCe1/the_script_the_man_who_cant_be_moved/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man Who Cant Be Moved - The Script&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's been a long time since my last post. Guess i've just been to hooked onto watching 'House'. Well, i find myself getting a little more sarcarstic everytime i start watching that series. But hey, i find his attitude towards life rather cool, though it did get him into trouble with the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stepped out of my house a few times this week at least. Caught '4bia' on wednesday with anston, chris, angel, serene and her friend. I burst into laughter everytime i watch a supposedly horror movie. Don't know why i find the 'spooky-ness' so amusing. Had dinner with hui tien and aetii on thursday. Okay, i am slightly guilty for my very sarcarstic and rather idiotic behaviour on that day. Then i went to school to settle the amazing race registration just now. Ended up hanging out with the welfare comm. guys in the end at the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, i guess i'm going to rot at home tommorrow doing some packing and watching more of 'House'. Flying off the Hong Kong on sunday morning, which is my dad's birthday present to me. Love you Dad. And he actually suscribed to cable TV after so many years. But he didn't get the movie and sports package. Well, he did give me permission to get the sports package after 4 months if i pay for it. Got a week to watch all the channels though. So my dad's been hooked onto HBO everyday, while i occasionally switch to Football Channel once every few nights when i'm at home. Wonder why he got the other channels when these are all we really watch, other than the chinese movie channels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Going to bed then. I've been sleeping around 5am the past few days, guess i'm going to fall sick soon if i continue on like this. I actually even feel a sore throat coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-5399139263096870727?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5399139263096870727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=5399139263096870727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5399139263096870727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5399139263096870727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/09/60908.html' title='6/09/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-5893627001295126425</id><published>2008-08-29T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:41:36.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;The Great Rot-Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1vvU2veNkb/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1vvU2veNkb/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ilurrvmusic/music/SfSq9zCx/david_archuleta_crushmp3/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta - Crush.mp3 - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, i know it's only the first day, but i have to say it. Holidays are bbboooooorrrrrriiinnnnngggg. Especially when it rains on the day that you promise yourself you're going to train for some future triathlon. I swear my inner tube of lard just grew bigger after all that rotting and eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Crap. I just realised how really bored i was today. I spent the morning playing a proper computer game. Can you believe it? I actually decided to be a hardcore gamer. Played Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic. Well, now i feel like buying that star wars t-shirt that i saw at HMV on wednesday. But seriously, being a &lt;em&gt;jedi&lt;/em&gt; was rather enlightening. It taught me that love leads to passion, which would eventually lead you down the path to evil. Wow. I didn't know that, so i decided to give a shot at getting into a relationship with the main female character in the game. She's hot okay? Her name's Bastila Shan. But anyway, because i decided to make her my 'girlfriend'(well, sort of, because i only kissed her once from randomly clicking on dialogue options) in the game, she became evil in the end and died after that because being the almightly &lt;em&gt;jedi&lt;/em&gt; that i'm supposed to be, i had to kill her. So i only have one thing to say, RELATIONSHIPS ARE EVIL. My goodness. The whole world's evil in that case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/c/c8/BastilaAvatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/c/c8/BastilaAvatar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, that's Bastila, my dead girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Grew bored of it in the afternoon, so i decided to research on something since some people laughed about it so loudly on the train. And so i admit defeat. I was wrong to say dolphins are related to dogs, so here's the right &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evolution_of_cetaceans"&gt;information&lt;/a&gt;. Well that didn't take up the whole of my afternoon, so i decided to catch the Bourne Trilogy after that. That apparently took up the rest of my day, because i've only just finished 'The Bourne Supremacy'. Was planning to catch the third installment, but i've got to be up early tommorrow to celebrate Teachers' Day with the guys back at Ngee Ann. Hopefully the new principal wouldn't be shaking his head in disappointment when he sees me. I seriously wouldn't want him to remember that gay incident at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And i think i'm starting to become nocturnal just like my hamsters. I can't sleep at night! Maybe it's due to Violet running on that squeaky running wheel. Right, which reminds me that i've got to get a new running wheel for Violet as well as a brand new cage for lazy Timmy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-5893627001295126425?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5893627001295126425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=5893627001295126425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5893627001295126425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5893627001295126425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/08/290808.html' title='29/08/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-46598404805678448</id><published>2008-08-22T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:39:56.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Awe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wb_Nx__X5a/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wb_Nx__X5a/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/tql0Gi/music/KC3JM-H3/mariah_carey_boyz_ii_men_one_sweet_day/"&gt;One Sweet Day - Mariah Carey &amp; Boyz II Men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay. I know i'm a bit lag again, but i just found out that the Brazil women's football team lost to USA in the Olympic finals due to a very disappointing error and poor refereeing. Anyhow, i'm still a big fan of the Brazilian women's team. Love the way they play. Especially these two ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://globoesporte.globo.com/ESP/Home/foto/0,,11176782,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" height="390" alt="" src="http://globoesporte.globo.com/ESP/Home/foto/0,,11176782,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cristiane Rozeira de Souza Silva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mujerfutbol.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/marta-vieira-da-silva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://mujerfutbol.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/marta-vieira-da-silva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marta Vieira da Silva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now i'd like to see them play against our national MEN's team because i'm quite sure that we'd still get thrashed by them even if we put in our so called 'all-star' team. Why? Because the play from just these two ladies are just amazing. Which of the players in our national team can actually do a bicycle kick the way Cristiane does? Or can any of our 'stars' dribble as good as how Marta does? And guess what? Cristiane's only 23 years old, while Marta's 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After seeing them play, i can't wait for my knee to get better. Visit to the sports surgeon at CGH on monday! And i have this weird ambition now. I want to get a hot brazilian girl who can football! And i think Cristiane's hot! That's why she's perspiring. Oh well, never mind me. It's just my head throbbing from my headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/18269114-46598404805678448?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/46598404805678448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=46598404805678448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/46598404805678448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/46598404805678448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/08/220808.html' title='22/08/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4633382412480663508</id><published>2008-08-17T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:06:53.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Age&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/2AK7KoovDt/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/2AK7KoovDt/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/rastaman87/music/RdzaDsm8/bob_marley_the_wailers_no_woman_no_cry_tokyo_79/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Woman, No Cry [Tokyo 79] - Bob Marley &amp; The Wailers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I feel old. Oh right. My birthday just passed, so i'm 17. Damn. Wish i was 7 again. Seriously. It sucks more and more as we get older, like somehow we are no longer allowed to think and act the way we wish or we will just be called childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway i spent my birthday rotting at home. Didn't go out with anyone as promised, but at least i got this chance to catch up with my dad. And i want to thank the guys for the 2 hamsters, timmy timid and violent violet. Yeah. You guessed it. Timmy's really a coward who's scared stiff of female hamsters, but he's a real sweetie because he's super blur. And he sleeps all day. Anyway, violet's the opposite. She loves human attention, but she also loves to nibble anything and everything when she gets the chance to. Don't worry ain, i haven't forgotten about you. Thank you for the giant paper crane and the keychain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want to dedicate this special paragraph to darren for his wonderful birthday gift. Seriously. You want to know his gift? Accompanying me out today to buy sage's birthday present. But yeah, got this chance to catch up with him, though it was just a pathetic 30min before he had to go off to meet alicia. Busy man he is, but i want to congratulate on his 2 years anniversary with alicia which is coming up on the 23rd. Wonder how many people at our age can actually do it like he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, i doubt i have anything else to say, just want to show serene that my blog isn't in a coma. Actually i was just itching to blog after hearing this song on the radio. Laughed at the title. Then i realised this song's from Bob Marley. Respect man. And this song's to Usain Bolt for winning and beating the world record for the 100m sprint in the Olympics, though the previous world record was only just set by him at the beginning of this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4633382412480663508?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4633382412480663508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4633382412480663508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4633382412480663508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4633382412480663508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/08/170808.html' title='17/08/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-83100078434785035</id><published>2008-08-13T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:50:40.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13/8/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bebbe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/nd8SyqZP3Q/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/nd8SyqZP3Q/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/AbTiq3Y/music/XXEtLUly/prodiga_onerepublic/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prodigal - OneRepublic - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, the title is random. It's actually the surname of this Cameroon soccer player, Gustave Bebbe. What's so cool about it is that you actually pronounce his surname as "&lt;em&gt;Baby"&lt;/em&gt;. Imagine him introducing himself to some girl with his thick african accent at some pub. Sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know. I'm supposed to be studying for my Basic Safety Training test tommorrow. But i've just spent the whole day slacking. Well anyway, i had a rather crappy day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had MEK until 12. Wasn't that bad since i was listening to my songs at the corner of the classroom. Decided to hand in my 1 day overdue workshop report after that. Fine, i accept that it's my fault. But it sure was demoralising listening to the lecturer giving you an earful for 30 minutes telling you how lousy your attitude is, that you're a lousy class representative and that he doesn't want your report since it's overdue. So i gave him one of those really pitiful look. Something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whataboutmomblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/puss-in-boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.whataboutmomblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/puss-in-boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, trust me, i was surprised that my pathetic acting actually saved my butt for once. HE ACTUALLY TOOK IN MY ASSIGNMENT! Maybe it was because my face also had the look like i wanted to tear my report into bits. But he sure did insult a lot more people besides me. Don't worry, i'm not going to let anyone feel like murdering him. And he let me off after giving me 3 intructions: "Eat well, Sleep well, Change your attitude". Well, that sure was enlightening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Didn't really feel like doing anything after that. So i sent the 2 ladies home. Trust me, i was so bored i took the red line with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Reached home to find my dad watching the female gymnastics finals. Wow. They're good. I mean, not just their moves, but their bodies too. Okay, i'm fantasizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Watched the olympic soccer matches after that. They were such a bore that even the spectators were boo-ing, the camera man was recording this grasshopper at the side of the field during the match while the referee had to cut the torture by ending the match before the injury time was up. My goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just watched the 2nd half of the Brazil-China match. Brazil obviously won. They were like playing futsal with a group of violent kindergarden kids. Seriously. They even had time to patch back the grass after they chipped it off. And the China players actually tried doing stepovers in front of the Brazilian defenders. That's like seeing a primary school kid attempting to teach his dad math. I know. It's a random example. But that get's my point across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, i'm finally going to study. And guys, take it as i'm begging you. If everyone says they don't want to pay for the chalet because i haven't confirmed the date, there will be no chalet because I won't have any money to book one! Please just bring $20 tommorrow? I'll issue a full refund it anything screws up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-83100078434785035?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/83100078434785035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=83100078434785035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/83100078434785035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/83100078434785035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/08/13808.html' title='13/8/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-6935200145463367454</id><published>2008-08-04T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:34:08.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dumbdumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/iNrVhWhDKM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/iNrVhWhDKM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/seether/music/Xd7xITb9/seether_broken_featuring_amy_lee/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken (featuring Amy Lee) - Seether&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After today, i dare say that i'm not so proud of being a singaporean anymore. Okay, maybe that was being mean, but my trip to school today sure was a huge eye-opener for me. And i realised that no matter how well-schooled/educated one can be, some sure don't have much common sense. Maybe schools should add in a new curriculum called 'Common Sense &amp;amp; You'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let me give a recount of what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First, i was at the bus stop waiting for the usual bus to come. Fortunately it came fast enough, but all the seats were taken, although there was still ample space to stand. Well, i won't call her fat, just that maybe she's half a head taller than me and her size is proportional to her height? So anyway this secondary school girl boarded the bus just ahead of me, so she obviously didn't have anywhere to sit either. And so she decided to root herself right at the exit of the bus. If it was only her standing, i sure wouldn't mind her hogging that spot. But the thing is that there are others boarding the bus too! So some people had to squeeze past her to get to the back. Having such a big bag, i sure didn't want to cause a commotion by attempting to get to the back of the bus, so i had to position myself right beside her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh well, i had assumed that she would actually sit down when the bus passes that stop where most of the students in the bus would actually get off. But no...she still had to plant herself at that spot. Finally, after receiving many angry glares from those squashed from the entrance to the exit, she RELUCTANTLY budged and moved one step. Yeah, trust me, i saw the reluctance in her face, as though that certain area held some sentimental value to her. But there were so many freaking seats behind her!!! Why can't she sit her butt down? Then came the part where i almost burst out laughing. Having received a message, she proceded to take out her handphone. As you should all know, secondary school students tend to carry a file in one hand, while the other is used to hold on to the seats/handrails for balance. Now here comes the intriguing part. If you're holding a file in one hand and using the other is text someone on the phone, doesn't that leave you with no hands to hold on to anything for support when the bus jerks? So i almost saw a flying handphone because it slipped halfway off her hand while she struggled to grab the railing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now, i sure thought this was enough nonsense for a simple bus ride, but the stupidity of some people sure didn't stop there. Let me ask a question. If you get a seat on a super packed bus, wouldn't you be trying to sit in a comfortable position? Well, this lady thought it was quite smart of her to stick her legs outside while sitting. And having such a small space to stand, i definately had to shift my legs when i turned around to get off the bus. Now, it may be my fault for not having eyes behind my back to see where my leg lands, but it sure was her responsibility as well to make sure no one steps on her dainty feet, especially since she was wearing flip-flops. But yeah, women have huge egos, so i got 'tsk-ed' at rather loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So yeah, that was the end of the bus ride. But that's not the end of the story because there's still the MRT ride to school. Now, i always thought it was basic manners to let those who stood at the entrance points first to board the train earlier. But now it seems that the new rule is that those who are good at shoving people and cutting queues ARE THE ONES who actually get to board the train and in the process get the seats first. So yeah, first this auntie proceeds to plant herself right in front of me when the train arrives, then this uncle shoves me to a side just when i thought i could board the train. And he even tried to irk me when he got a seat just by standing in front of the seat and smiling very widely to himself. Fine, i'm being bitter about him sort of 'stealing' what could've been my potential seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's the end of the drama of what happened on my way to school. But now, this disturbing thing finally happened. You see, recently, i've been seeing how inconsiderate some young adults and teenagers can be on public transport. Now, this thought came to my mind some time ago. What if an old lady boards the MRT during peak hours? Would she also have to stand? Or would someone actually give her their seat. Just last week, my question was answered. This old lady boarded the train while i was heading home. Now, all the seats were occupied by either adults or teenagers while everyone standing was packed like sardines. So, in a saddistic yet fortunate kind of way, this old lady had to stand all the way back, but she wouldn't be allowed to fall onto the ground because she was leaning against those around her, or more specifically, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But that was last week. Today, something 'better' happened. On my way back, another old lady boarded the train. And as everyone knows, the new trains have their corner seats at each row in a darker shade of colour, implying that these seats are meant for either the elderly, disabled, pregnant women or young children. But the 2 seats at the entrance where the old lady boarded today was occupied by this rather elderly auntie and a guy who looks like he's in his early 20s. Now this guy was either acting blur or he was totally oblivious to the old lady because he was busy pressing the buttons on his PSP. So when the train moved, the old lady suddenly lost her balance and toppled face first like a bowling pin. Funny, and lucky for her, she landed on both the guy and auntie's lap. Now, instead of helping the old lady, the guy actually gave a loud 'TSK' and continued playing his PSP. So the auntie actually had to help the old lady up and give her seat up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My goodness. What's Singapore coming to? Well, the elderly might be somewhat of a burden to me, but they sure shouldn't be treated in that way. And i'm sort of hoping that guy's a china man, not because i look down on the social etiquettes of PRC people, but i don't want to know that there are such Singaporeans and that guy really did have a china man sort of look. And guess what? When everyone stared at him in disgust, he actually looked up with a face with the expression, 'Why? Did i do something wrong?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, i've had enough typing out my account on the outrageous things i've seen in public, so i'll just end with a promise to myself. I'm going to bring a notebook to school everyday to actually take notes down after seeing how useful the notebook has been to Ilyas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-6935200145463367454?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6935200145463367454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=6935200145463367454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/6935200145463367454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/6935200145463367454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/08/40808.html' title='4/08/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4624533140832441921</id><published>2008-08-03T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:56:52.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/7FXSUmdPPf/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/7FXSUmdPPf/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/PAWnHf/music/bPRFaFxM/chicago_hard_to_say_im_sorry/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard To Say Im Sorry - Chicago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just back from the movies with Angel, Anston, Chris and Serene. Caught 'Money No Enough 2'. Think it's not that bad? There was even a tear-jerker moment that made me sort of cry. Yeah, laugh about it because now you know that i'm an emotional person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, i want to wish my beloved Shyane a happy belated birthday!!! Love you always!!! Grow up faster!!! Got to pay my mom back for her birthday cake though. Yeah. August's here, so that means it's the birthday month for many many people, especially next week. Everyday next week is one of my friend's birthday. Forgive me if i do forget to wish you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Talking about August, the Hungry Ghost Festival's here again. Not that i don't believe in them, i just wonder why people go all jelly and superstitious all of a sudden just because some chinese believe that this is the time when chinese ghosts are allowed to go on holiday in the human world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Never mind. I shall not continue babbling about such sensitive topics. Anyway, i've sort of been slacking off this whole weekend. Overslept and skipped school on friday, which allowed me to go on a CD shopping spree again, did the amazing race banner painting yesterday followed by dinner and celebrating Shyane's birthday and then had a buffet lunch @ Holiday Inn and the movie today. Got to study!!! And i actually bought the 'Love On The Rocks' CD that's been advertised on TV! Most of the songs are really my favourites while i was growing up. 'Dreaming Out Loud' by OneRepublic rocks too! Although i don't feel that Mario's 'Go' was pretty outstanding, but what the heck, i got it for only $13 just because of that small crack on the cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4624533140832441921?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4624533140832441921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4624533140832441921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4624533140832441921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4624533140832441921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/08/hard-to-say-im-sorry-chicago-just-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-8931587317465036866</id><published>2008-07-27T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:11:45.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27/07/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quiz Time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. How many children do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: Maybe 1-3? depends how my financial status would be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Where would you go if someone sponsors you an air ticket pairs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: Hawaii? Or Israel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. What’s your favourite thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: Rotting? Maybe just &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: No. It brings more trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. If you were given a chance to receive something, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: My COC1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. Things you can’t live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: My bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: My friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8. If you win 1 million, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: There sure is a lot of things i want, but it's never ending, so i'd rather use the money to help my friends and donate the rest to some charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9. What do you dream of doing in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: Being some chief engineer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10. List out 3 good pointc about the person who gave this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: She's....cute, fun-sized, nice to talk to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;11. What makes me happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: Seeing everyone happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;12. What type of person do you hate most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: "Hate" is a strong word. But i do dislike people who are rather cocky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;13. If you could have a superpower what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: Being able to heal people's pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;14. Which season do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: Winter. Love the snowball throwing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: The world around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;16. If you have a girlfriend, will you die with her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: Yes, if it isn't over something stupid, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;17. How do you define 'beauty'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: I know it when i see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;18. What is the one thing you want it badly now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: Help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;19. Whom are you close to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: My brother, aetii, the SMA people (both from my class and the club)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;20. Favourite colour of your world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ans: Grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now that i'm done with it, i'm not planning to ask anyone else to do this. But yeah, you could do this if you're interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just back from sentosa anyway. Damn tired, but i've still got to print some stuff. Anyway, i spent the whole of yesterday doing something productive, which is actually finishing my report in a day! And i think that librarian just has something against me bringing my laptop everytime i enter the library. What the heck? I can't use the internet unless it's for research? And i can't put my slippers beside me while i'm doing my work? What about the other people sitting around me doing exactly the same thing? I'm so going to blast back at her the next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And there was today. Had real lots of fun. Got myself a little sunburnt? But yeah, had real lots of fun, especially the 'oogling at bikini girls' part to seeing a bra-less china lady wearing a super revealing dress, but definitely not the truth or dare part where my butt got groped. And wenjia, stop pinching my ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Going to stop here. Need sleep. But at least i get to skip tommorrow's workshop due to the MPA talk. That means more time to sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-8931587317465036866?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8931587317465036866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=8931587317465036866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/8931587317465036866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/8931587317465036866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/270708.html' title='27/07/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-2455804435058357280</id><published>2008-07-21T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:08:57.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21/07/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/g-sGqOvM3n/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/g-sGqOvM3n/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/0Duo5z/music/CaIfOm7y/the_wonders_that_thing_you_do/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Thing You Do! - The Wonders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My family's coming home tommorrow! Not only will i not have to sleep alone every night, it also means that i've got some new stuff from my parents! But i sure did have fun over this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Blogging in my living room with the TV on right now. It's become like my room since yesterday, since i feel that sleeping in the living room is more cooling than my room. Feel like expressing some of my feelings today, instead of the normal ranting of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Throughout this weekend, i've had the opportunity to live alone, something many rebellious teenagers like me might yearn for. Sure, i spent the first day partying with my friends at my place, but i also learned to cherish my family more during these 3 days. Firstly, i would not be able to survive at my current age on my own as there are just too many distractions and issues to settle if one has to live alone. However, it's not entirely impossible to survive on oneself at only 17 years old if one has the self-discipline, which i found out for myself when i tried studying after my friends left. Well, it was not a very successful attempt, since all i ended up doing was just stoning with my ECCT notes held up in front of my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;However, living by myself sure gave me the chance to think about many things happening in my life too. Besides, i never really did get such a time to think about what's happened in my life. And thanks to my brother, i did finally get some things in my head cleared up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, i'm dead beat from living on my own. Going to get some sleep and see my family when i get home from school tommorrow. For once, i'll admit it. I MISS MY FAMILY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-2455804435058357280?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2455804435058357280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=2455804435058357280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2455804435058357280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2455804435058357280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/210708.html' title='21/07/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-8999425151388495476</id><published>2008-07-07T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:12:49.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7/7/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;I NEED SLEEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, i really still need more, though i just spent the whole evening sleeping. Guess i'm going to go wash up and bathe after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had a whole lot of fun at MEL Camp. It seriously seemed like that was some break from reality. Well, now i know how it feels to live and work at sea, but that's only if i do work on a cruise ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, back to school life. Had workshop in the morning. As i guessed, this lecturer's rather whinny, except that he does help us a lot because he did last week's work for me even though i was away on the camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had applied mechanics after that. Think i really ought to start paying attention in class, but i just wanted to read the book that my sister lent me. Maybe it's also because i was inspired by Usher's faith in God too that i decided to read that book. But anyway, i wasted the rest of the lesson crapping with the people around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Was supposed to go Queensway with Duwi after ECCT, but i was just so tired i went straight home. Did a seriously embarrassing thing on the train home. Guess what? I fell asleep on the shoulders of a random lady! And it's not like she's some auntie or whatever, i think she's like in her early 20s? Damn, i feel so bad, but she didn't even shrug me off once. I wonder why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway i went on some retail therapy yesterday. Bought 2 studs and a belt from River Island, Usher's "Here I Stand", The Click Five's "Modern Minds And Pastimes Tour Edition" and a liimited edition Mark Gonzalez Adidas hoodie. Spent a bomb altogether, though i nearly bought my dream headphones too! Guess i'll buy it next month after getting my pay/pocket money again. Okay, i'm going off to get myself more sleep now. Think this is happening because i'm having a caffeine hangover after drinking coffee after every meal onboard the cruise. Looking forward to the party from the 19th-21st! Hope you guys can turn up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SHIgFYtciGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4j3qc-Om2aU/s1600-h/07072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220270194980325474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SHIgFYtciGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4j3qc-Om2aU/s320/07072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cool right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-8999425151388495476?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8999425151388495476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=8999425151388495476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/8999425151388495476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/8999425151388495476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/7708.html' title='7/7/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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/_KNMk36zY04U/SHIgFYtciGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4j3qc-Om2aU/s72-c/07072008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269114.post-2178349049287148701</id><published>2008-06-20T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:12:50.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21/06/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/0tKFy99bxo/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/0tKFy99bxo/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/geek-girl/music/_nLv90tk/panic_at_the_disco_that_green_gentleman_things_have_changed/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed) - Panic At The Disco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;3 days left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Until my term tests that is. Yet i can't seem to get myself to study. Somehow i'm feeling a bit bored too. Was just telling lame jokes to my buddies online. Oh yeah, i've brilliantly twisted my left knee playing soccer, just like Franck Ribery, although mine isn't as bad as his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soccerway.com/popup.php?id=12138071350"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SFvciccFhTI/AAAAAAAAACs/AWGDR7Dzt-o/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214003477919139122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SFvciccFhTI/AAAAAAAAACs/AWGDR7Dzt-o/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my face had the same expression when my knee popped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Spent the last 3 days rotting at home because i just can't move around without my knee protesting in pain. Okay, i shall not whine about it, since i 'sort of' tried promising sage that i won't complain about being so helpless. But this one thought just keeps running through my mind: would i ever be able to play soccer in the same way as i did before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, since i didn't spend my time at home studying, i must have done something right? So i spent the 3 days reading Inuyasha. I know, it's not like me to read manga, but it's just that i've been addicted to that particular manga since i was in secondary school. Anyway, it finally ended after 12 years. Like wow, the ending made me feel somewhat weird. Never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm so looking forward to MEL camp. And i'm so happy i didn't have to go to the 'No Apologies' workshop. Hello, i'll be like sleeping since the talk was like telling us not to do anything 'wrong' while we were in the cruise? Or rather, that was what my senior told me. And my parents would be going Hong Kong with my sister after i come back, but they won't let me go! NOT FAIR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-2178349049287148701?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2178349049287148701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=2178349049287148701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2178349049287148701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2178349049287148701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/210608.html' title='21/06/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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/_KNMk36zY04U/SFvciccFhTI/AAAAAAAAACs/AWGDR7Dzt-o/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269114.post-1053698449463500812</id><published>2008-06-15T02:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:12:51.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/86kL8XTZI0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/86kL8XTZI0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/yiminn/music/z-1Ay86Z/nick_lachey_i_cant_hate_you_anymore/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Cant Hate You Anymore - Nick Lachey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Home Sweet Home&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah. I'm back from Guilin. Starting to miss my uncle and aunt already. They're such nice people really. And i just found out that both my uncles were actually the founders of the hotel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Spent one week there. And i bought tons of stuff. Spent like 700RMB? But at least i enjoyed myself there. I'm too tired to type, so i shall just post some of the pictures i took!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SFQYpkTn5RI/AAAAAAAAACE/PgvNCQUQ4eQ/s1600-h/09062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211817771174192402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SFQYpkTn5RI/AAAAAAAAACE/PgvNCQUQ4eQ/s320/09062008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, only VIPs get this fruit basket at my uncle's hotel. i feel so priviliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SFQYqAwkZQI/AAAAAAAAACM/tDCawIYaEQs/s1600-h/11062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211817778811790594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SFQYqAwkZQI/AAAAAAAAACM/tDCawIYaEQs/s320/11062008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got my running shoe and leather shoe finally!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SFQYwaqZUZI/AAAAAAAAACk/GLHZkuV8SHY/s1600-h/20080607-11+Guangzhou+and+Guilin+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211817888844435858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SFQYwaqZUZI/AAAAAAAAACk/GLHZkuV8SHY/s320/20080607-11+Guangzhou+and+Guilin+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why are there bronze statues in the middle of the road?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SFQYsL73eZI/AAAAAAAAACU/3ZJTrJlcIkM/s1600-h/20080611-14+Guilin+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211817816171706770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SFQYsL73eZI/AAAAAAAAACU/3ZJTrJlcIkM/s320/20080611-14+Guilin+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, i've got small feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SFQYu2BCxYI/AAAAAAAAACc/l7yqigvk5tY/s1600-h/20080607-11+Guangzhou+and+Guilin+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211817861827446146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SFQYu2BCxYI/AAAAAAAAACc/l7yqigvk5tY/s320/20080607-11+Guangzhou+and+Guilin+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, i wasn't supposed to be there. my sis wanted to take the bridge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-1053698449463500812?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1053698449463500812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=1053698449463500812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1053698449463500812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1053698449463500812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-hate-you-anymore-nick-lachey.html' title=''/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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/_KNMk36zY04U/SFQYpkTn5RI/AAAAAAAAACE/PgvNCQUQ4eQ/s72-c/09062008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269114.post-6380895035932039523</id><published>2008-06-05T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:10:14.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5/06/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ozI4xeS6mx/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ozI4xeS6mx/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/tasteofadventure/music/tR1d90yV/corrinne_may_shelter/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelter - Corrinne May&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just slept the whole day. Going out to buy stuff for the class outing tommorrow. I really hope that most of the class would turn up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Leaving Singapore for Guilin on saturday. I'll finally be taking an SIA flight after so many years. Yeah. Brings back memories of me as a kid spending the whole time onboard the plane playing the built-in games. That was when i was in Primary 5? Not like mr. aetiiqcaz who gets to go overseas on an SQ flight every year. And yes! i just realised that i'll get to step into Terminal 3 for the first time in my life. Sorry, i'm that sad. But anyway, hope i'll enjoy myself there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm still feeling so lethargic. Think i'm not getting enough sleep because i'm like addicted to reading Inuyasha so badly that i can read it all the way till 3am? Gosh. Never mind. Going out now anyway. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-6380895035932039523?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6380895035932039523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=6380895035932039523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/6380895035932039523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/6380895035932039523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/50608.html' title='5/06/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-411135381896043584</id><published>2008-05-31T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:27:18.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31/05/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finally, rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/PbnuLn7qmM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/PbnuLn7qmM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/backyy/music/XVdTU-jB/usher_his_mistakes_i_cant_win/"&gt;his mistakes (i cant win) - usher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Holidays are here finally. I'm feeling so tired from having to wake up early in the morning everyday just to make it for the 8am lectures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Went to school with yunheng today. Bumped into junyi at the mrt platform. Had actually planned to have a nice talk with yunheng alone on the train, but slept anyway since we had company. Real tired i guess, because i slept like a log all the way to Dover. Had applied mechanics lecture and IDEA, but i wasn't paying attention throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Had lunch with the usual people, then i went off to the clubhouse to rot until 4. At least there were people going in and out of the club, so i didn't feel that lonely. Thanks fushli for lending me $2, but i didn't use it in the end because i just feel so weird borrowing money from others when i'm on scholarship, although i haven't gotten a single cent from them yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Finally had my deed signed. I swear i'm going to work hard, because now i know i'll never forgive myself if i put iswandi and his family into hot soup if i screw up. And i want to thank him so so much for placing his trust in me by being my surety even though we only got to know each other through work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is going to be a short entry because there are just so many things going through my mind now, which is why this post is accompanied by an emo song by Usher. Going to get myself plenty of rest this weekend. Looking forward to my 'date' on monday, as well as the class outing on friday. Then i'm going to guilin to visit my aunt and uncle! Heard they just came home from the US today after 3 months. I miss them so much, since the last time i saw them was like 2 years ago, and so much has happened since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-411135381896043584?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/411135381896043584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=411135381896043584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/411135381896043584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/411135381896043584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/310508.html' title='31/05/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-7937691262775667609</id><published>2008-05-29T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:12:51.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29/05/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;WHY?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/2-yb3dBWr9/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/2-yb3dBWr9/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/s6fsMuB/music/3z7TU2O5/neyo_let_just_be_unreleased/"&gt;Let Just Be (Unreleased) - Ne-Yo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So tired. Just played a match over at Yio Chu Kang Stadium earlier in the evening. Damn. we lost again. No wonder the lecturers all say that the referees are biased. They don't even let us play advantage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyway, just had a boring day in school because i only needed to attend a tutorial at 11am. But anyway, had my PBL discussion after that until 2pm. Then i left school with syariff and jamond for the RECAAP forum. Reached PSA Building half an hour early, so we decided to rot in the lobby while jamond went home to change. There was a book fair in the middle of the lobby, so syariff and i went to browse through the books. Well, they all looked boring, until we stumbled upon this very 'colourful' guidebook. Trust me, it really is a guide book. Only that the title was something like 'the most illustrated guide to sex techniques'. And those weren't illustrations on the cover, they were photographs of couples tangled together. Damn! The book only costs $5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let's not stray away. Went for the forum. Drank like 2 cups of tea before the talk. I feel so bad for the speaker, but yeah, i still fell asleep when the talk started. At least i was, until the caffeine took over. At least i was smart enough to take the brochures given out, so now at least i can use them for my individual report writing assignment. But hey, being on the 40th floor really pumps your adrenaline when the place has glass windows for walls and even a balcony! And the sea view was great from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SD7LuhzeeRI/AAAAAAAAABk/h9AxiYZVss0/s1600-h/29052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205822219495569682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SD7LuhzeeRI/AAAAAAAAABk/h9AxiYZVss0/s320/29052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SD7LuxzeeSI/AAAAAAAAABs/YwRNf7s__DU/s1600-h/29052008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205822223790536994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SD7LuxzeeSI/AAAAAAAAABs/YwRNf7s__DU/s320/29052008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SD7LvBzeeUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uhxVRbvU6Xw/s1600-h/29052008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205822228085504322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SD7LvBzeeUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uhxVRbvU6Xw/s320/29052008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, it's that high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SD7LuxzeeTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8CZqtBEIsEU/s1600-h/Photo0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205822223790537010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SD7LuxzeeTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8CZqtBEIsEU/s320/Photo0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's part of my class, together with 1A/01 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-7937691262775667609?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7937691262775667609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=7937691262775667609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7937691262775667609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7937691262775667609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/290508.html' title='29/05/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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/_KNMk36zY04U/SD7LuhzeeRI/AAAAAAAAABk/h9AxiYZVss0/s72-c/29052008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269114.post-3790613736176513748</id><published>2008-05-28T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:10:17.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27/05/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/N_oFK9QpbL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/N_oFK9QpbL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/groups/iYPRoonS/music/rEccklnm/david_cook_always_be_my_baby_studio/"&gt;Always Be My Baby (Studio) - David Cook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, i'm lagging quite a bit because only now am i 'celebrating' that David Cook won American Idol and that Manchester United won both the Premier League and Champions' League.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Think i'm falling sick soon. Seem to keep losing my voice very often everyday for a few times. No worries! Holidays are just a week away, then i'll be able to sleep to my heart's content. But i'm going to keep this post short anyway since i'm rather sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First of all, i want to scold stupid keejin. If you want to get sage's number, don't 'bluff' me by saying you know her. Damn. Almost made her mad when she realised she just received a message from a stranger who got her number through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, i still don't get what's going on during the programming lesson, so i don't see how i'm going to get through that module. And i just found out that after C# and Excel for this year, i still have Flash for next year! Somebody teach me to be a computer geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And then there's the scholarship. Damn, they really are kind of last minute. Announcing the dates to sign the deed on the week itself? How am i supposed to get Iswandi and his sister to make themselves free? And stupid Soup Spoon can't see that Iswandi requested an off-day on Friday. Anyway, i've got to think of a way to thank them so much for helping to be my surety! And now they're giving a talk on piracy. It would have been a great help to my presentation if this was made 2 weeks earlier. But i shan't complain since i still can use the information for my individual report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, this isn't much of a blog post. It's more like a mass complain and rant post. And i'm too tired to do anything else. There's still MEK tommorrow. And i want to get into the SMAC football team. Not that i think i'm superb, but i guess i just love football too much! But seriously, i think SMA has too many strikers? Well, i can always go for the midfield, where i would only be too small-sized because i'm too short? We'll see when the trial date draws closer. Hmmm, i'm thinking of going back to my wordpress blog. Starting to miss the ability of locking my posts and having the freedom to type my mind out without having to worry about exposing the skeletons in my closet to the whole wide world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3790613736176513748?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3790613736176513748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3790613736176513748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3790613736176513748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3790613736176513748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/270508.html' title='27/05/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4534282132555284886</id><published>2008-05-19T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:17:12.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19/05/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/aLUcFuYr3e/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/aLUcFuYr3e/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Work, Stress, Anger&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Relax. I'm not pissed like in the previous post. I'm just feeling very tired. As in sleep kind of tired. Although i've only been awake for 5 hours. Anyway, the song's 'Say It Again' by Marie Digby. Kind of addicted to slow paced songs these few days. Maybe it's because everything's moving too fast for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Woke up at 1pm. My first thought? 'Shit!' Why? I set my alarm at 11.40am so i could rush the report writing presentation. So fine. Brushed my teeth and started work. Stopped for lunch when my mom came back, then off i went again trying to complete it. Stupid ling zhen had to include 19 slides just to emphasize his points. I know 19's my favourite number, but not when it means i have more work to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then the funniest thing happened. While i was having a 'break', i decided to remind my class about handing in the MEK file tommorrow. But i didn't have jiaying, kenneth, jie liang and sun chao's numbers. So i tried getting the people to tell  them. Well, it seems like nobody has got the 3 guys' numbers. But now i think poor jiaying received tons of reminders from her girlfriends! Okay, that isn't funny, but it's amusing to a guy who just spent the whole day facing a laptop screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Guess i'm too tired to continue blogging. Suprisingly, my body doesn't ache after i tried pushing myself to swim 10 laps yesterday. Maybe it's because i spent half of the time slacking with duwi at the corners of the pool. Gah. I can't sleep yet. Still have to study for the programming test on thursday. At least i've got my sister to help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4534282132555284886?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4534282132555284886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4534282132555284886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4534282132555284886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4534282132555284886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/190508.html' title='19/05/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-1332314569765839441</id><published>2008-05-18T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T03:01:50.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17/05/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_UjKRfAFd-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_UjKRfAFd-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, i'm real sweet. Seriously, that's why i've got so many mosquito stings that are so damn itchy. Fine, that wasn't funny. I think i'm just stressed out from all the childish conflicts and arguments my group is having just from the report writing project, so please excuse me because i'm going to rant my heart out on this post so i can sleep. Why is it just so hard for us to work together without having to give such crude remarks? I don't care if the whole conflicts just over a girl or some stupid racism idea you have in your mind, but we have to at least stick together until we're done with this project, or better yet, until we swap classes next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just played freestyle with the usual gang. Sorry guys, but i guess i just didn't have the mood to play properly. Damn i feel so irresponsible. What on earth happened to my volunteer work at FSC? I've been keeping my mouth shut for a month now. Keep telling myself to let the family service centre and Madam Wong know about the sunday timeslot once i've settled down. But i've just been procrastinating week after week. And what on earth happened to the mentoring programme i volunteered for? I don't know anything about how Eric did for his math, while i haven't even met Syafiq and Hamka, let alone know how their science did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And then there's my class. Sure, we're bonding like a class now. but how about you, W? Grow up! Yeah, that's right! You don't have to get so bitter just because of a girl. You're only spacing yourself away from the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want to go for the MEL Camp. But then there's my bronchitis. Now i can only hope the board allows me to go even though i've got that 'health problem'. I want my good results so i don't screw up my scholarship, but what am i doing playing my life away everyday? Why am i trying so hard to be Mr. Perfect, only to find myself dropping further and further away from my aims?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fine. I'm done ranting. Thinking of going swimming tommorrow. But i'll decide again when i wake up. Goodnight then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-1332314569765839441?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1332314569765839441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=1332314569765839441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1332314569765839441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1332314569765839441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/170508.html' title='17/05/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-2391023057954425413</id><published>2008-05-16T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:12:52.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15/05/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF9900" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=0vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvE2Yp52byVmdvQXZu5CcvBXet1WaoNnL3d3d/Jason%2520Mraz%2520-%2520You%2520And%2520I%2520Both.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF9900;border:#3399FF;button:#EFEFEF;player_text:#EFEFEF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just finished bathing. I'm so tired, and i still have workshop practical tommorrow. Anyway, i have no idea how come i'm addicted to Jason Mraz's 'You And I Both', as you can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Many things happened today. But i'm obviously not going to mention everything. I just hope i can remind myself to wear that dental plate every night, otherwise i'm going to spend a fortune again on the dental surgery. At least i got my dentist to let me extend my deadline to September when i met her for my dental checkup yesterday. Made me emo all the way home after that by taking 12 all the way from SGH to my house. Actually made me feel much better, maybe because i spent the time on the bus just thinking and reflecting what has really been happening so far. Frankly, i don't know what i've been doing or even thinking about all this while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, back to today. Wore a shirt to school with Zul today because he just wanted to look different from all the SMA people. Guess we really stood out. Maybe it's just because i decided not to wear my cap out today. And for once, i seriously studied during my ECCT tutorial. Did the tutorial exercises for the first 3 chapters. Got some questions still, guess i'd better ask Zul about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had basic safety training lecture after that. Tried to pay attention, though today was mostly about showing us the different fire-fighting equipment. Getting excited about my fire-fighting practical course at SCDF Academy next week! Released an hour early, so the whole class went to Concourse to slack. Many things happened after that, but i'm shall not reveal anything. Anyway, my dearest xue bing bing, please cheer up yeah? Got me rather traumatised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had the usual programming lesson and off i was to my capoeira lesson. Learnt many new things today, but i don't know how to write portugese, so i can't say what i learnt. And i'm not going to get my parents to sign that form because they seriously object my decision to join capoeira. Besides, i'm just 3 months away from turning 17! Went off to slack at SMAC after that. Ended up playing PES 2008 with mus and thomas until my psp went flat. Then we kind of played soccer outside the club area again. Indulged in Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's after that. The taste of the strawberry cheesecake is still in my mouth! Slacked there till 9+ before we guys decided to go home. Took the same train home as duwi. He ended up playing jackass on his psp while i slept the whole train ride home. Had cup noodles, a mango , an orange and pepsi twist for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SCxoy-gRWZI/AAAAAAAAABc/SR_oy0Sab10/s1600-h/15052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200646894687181202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SCxoy-gRWZI/AAAAAAAAABc/SR_oy0Sab10/s320/15052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the kind of thing i was doing in SMAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Going to bed now. Got to climb out of bed at 5.45am again tommorrow to accompany Yunheng to school. Night then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-2391023057954425413?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2391023057954425413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=2391023057954425413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2391023057954425413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2391023057954425413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/150508.html' title='15/05/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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/_KNMk36zY04U/SCxoy-gRWZI/AAAAAAAAABc/SR_oy0Sab10/s72-c/15052008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269114.post-7355299147190104454</id><published>2008-05-12T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:16:33.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/05/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425" allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DsL8_yTN54s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent&amp;amp;autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DsL8_yTN54s&amp;hl=en&amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Damn, i'm so tired. Had workshop practical in the morning, spent most of the practical hacksawing my workpiece. Then played cards during lunch break. Loser had to do pushups. I think i got the most in the end. Next was applied mechanics lecture. New chapter, at least this time i kind of get it. Got to go print and do the past year paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had electronic circuits practical after that. Left most of the work to ain and xue bing because i just felt too tired already. Finished like 40 minutes early, so i rotted outside the workshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finally went for my capoeira practice. Think i'm kind of getting used to it now. Ended at 6.30, but i left at 6.45? Went to the clubhouse and found only my fellow year ones there. Did some pretty wild things there like parading the whole area in heels while i was still wearing my track pants and tank top. Think it looks good on me! Too bad i didn't take a photo of it. Played soccer in the clubhouse after that. Wonder whether it was really recorded down on the security camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finally left with wan at 7.45 dressed in what wore for capoeira because i was simply just too tired to change out. Felt a little weird wearing a tank top and track pants out in public. Sat on the floor because there were no seats and we were all tired. Somehow i fell asleep in that position all the way to City Hall. Shifted my butt a little to take up less space and emo-ed away with my psp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gosh. Lecture at 8 again tommorrow. Don't know how long more i can last like this before i fall sick. Why's my scholarship taking so long to settle?! Think i'm going to freak out soon. Anyway, the song's "On Top Of The World" by Boys Like Girls. Well, of course boys like girls, but whether Good Charlotte was right to say 'Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money', that's another matter. My brain's so scrambled, i don't know what i'm saying anymore. Well, i shall go sleep then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-7355299147190104454?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7355299147190104454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=7355299147190104454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7355299147190104454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7355299147190104454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/12052008.html' title='12/05/2008'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4619925284380067115</id><published>2008-05-11T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T02:15:38.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/5/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GcZY48A9bx/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GcZY48A9bx/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's like my sister's favourite song all of a sudden after she heard it on my handphone. Anyway, i'm just so bored and i can't sleep once again. Think i'm suffering from insomnia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to TJC's choir concert yesterday night. Seems like Bojun's now the most popular guy in school? He was also the lead in the musical! Good for him. Finally met his girlfriend. He got a eurasian girlfriend! (i think?) Bumped into Victor, Sara, Sarah and Jolene after that. It's been like 4 years since i spoke to the 3 girls? But only Victor and i went off to have supper after that. Kept him company till 12+ because he just broke up with his girl. Cheer up bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Was rudely disturbed from my sleep in the afternoon by my dad. He was trying to be some bugger by playing his collection of CDs. This time, it was this album consisting of weird songs that sounded super ghostly, even though it was like 1pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My sister's family came over at 2. Had lunch and went to Eastpoint with my eldest sister, niece and mother after that to do some grocery shopping. Once again, my sister was trying to be a bitch and took every chance to spite me. Nearly pissed me off, but i managed to keep my cool anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Guess i'll try going to bed now. Don't really know if i should gym tommorrow since i've got capoeira practice on monday. But, i don't know if i should go for the monday practice since i already have to bring my boiler suit and safety shoes to school. Shall think about all those when i wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4619925284380067115?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4619925284380067115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4619925284380067115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4619925284380067115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4619925284380067115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/10508.html' title='10/5/08'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-1279622272822934176</id><published>2008-05-06T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:12:52.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th May</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;OK, I'm real bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/sKom75fQv8/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/sKom75fQv8/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: 3px solid; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT: 3px solid; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px solid" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="380" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="center" height="75"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 6px; PADDING-LEFT: 6px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 16pt; PADDING-TOP: 20px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What will your Soulmate be like?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="100"&gt;&lt;img alt="QuizGalaxy.com" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/valentineheart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" colspan="2"&gt;Your soulmate will be intelligent and kind. You will be able to tell each other anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soulmate will always know how to cheer you up with their sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever things get tough, your soulmate will stand by you through the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your life together, your soulmate will help you to become more involved in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soulmate will love you because you are a sweet and kind person who is always looking after those close to your heart.&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: 2px dotted; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_228.html"&gt;'What will your Soulmate be like?'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: url(http://img.quizgalaxy.com/pill-effect-bg.jpg) no-repeat; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" height="515" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="150"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="75"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac Pills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will cause another head to sprout from your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="75"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" valign="bottom" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=101"&gt;'What effect do you have on people?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yeah. I haven't got anything better to do. Going to empty the rubbish and sleep after this. Anyway, imeem's finally working for me again, although they still don't have the song that i was looking for. And i got into capoeira for my cca, though my dad still strongly opposes me from going because he thinks that will exhaust me too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Damn. I can't make my extra buck trying to sell my gameboy anymore because apparently the sun has been such a killer that it actually blew up the LCD crystals on my gameboy, which was 'safely' hidden away from the sun in my cupboard! And my dad just scolded me for that because my room gets the killer morning sun everyday without fail, so my handphone actually almost got cooked over the weekend while i slept in until the afternoon. Hope it rains real soon, like tomorrow, otherwise i'm going to have an outbreak of heat rash all over my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And Zul, i finished the electric circuits tutorial worksheet! Told you i'm going to study. Although i start doing weird things when i study. And i've got white hair! Damn. Someone please pluck those strands off my head before i freak out. Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SB83RxuYBJI/AAAAAAAAABU/TVVHvW4iHzE/s1600-h/03052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196933273553994898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/SB83RxuYBJI/AAAAAAAAABU/TVVHvW4iHzE/s320/03052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how crazy i can get, even though it's only my pencil that's not working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-1279622272822934176?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1279622272822934176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=1279622272822934176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1279622272822934176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1279622272822934176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/5th-may.html' title='5th May'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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/_KNMk36zY04U/SB83RxuYBJI/AAAAAAAAABU/TVVHvW4iHzE/s72-c/03052008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269114.post-7578308926781733933</id><published>2008-04-29T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:44:53.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hair-.-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425" allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l99XLXRwf8I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent&amp;amp;autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l99XLXRwf8I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah. Laugh at my hair now, because it's going to grow back to normal in a month's time. LOL. And even though i like Arsenal, i'm seriously not trying to look like William Gallas (google him if you don't know who i'm talking about).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had to wear my cap to school today. At least it wasn't as bad as i thought. Some people even thought it was cool. All thanks to that stupid hairdresser who can't tell the difference between mullet and mohican.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/red-n-white/2158977453/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whoateallthepies.tv/77667463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.whoateallthepies.tv/77667463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mohican, NOT Mullet. (And that's Gallas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, i think i'd better go to bed since i've got a lecture at 8 again tommorrow. Iron Man on friday! And i still need to photocopy the applied mechanics lecture notes together with the lab sheet for the electric curcuits for the whole class! Bloody hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-7578308926781733933?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7578308926781733933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=7578308926781733933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7578308926781733933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7578308926781733933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-528095111681659234</id><published>2008-04-24T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:12:20.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Maroon 5"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you mean all the things you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Are you pleased with the way things are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wear that dress to protect this scar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That only I have seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you give just to please yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you wish you were somewhere else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Justified all the things you tried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;said that it was all for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And be near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just for the moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stay here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Never go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Did you know that everything she ever does is for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So it goes, the story of a broken heart comes true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It comes true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have you learned all the secrets yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Will you burn by the things I've said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Took the dive just to feel alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but never heard the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now I'm in love but I don't know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm in pain cause I want it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As I sit watching her eyes close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I slowly open mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And be near,&lt;br /&gt;Just for the moment,&lt;br /&gt;Stay here,&lt;br /&gt;Never go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Did you know that everything she ever does is for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So it goes, the story of a broken heart comes true, comes true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am so confused by this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know that life is hit or miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Days are stung by too much sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think that you may be the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cover yourself up in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shrouded in what could have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will listen to your pain,if you listen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Did you know that everything she ever does is for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So it goes, as the story of a broken heart comes true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Did you know that everything she ever does is for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I know, the story of a broken heart comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;True, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Come true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;True, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It comes true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;True.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-528095111681659234?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/528095111681659234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=528095111681659234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/528095111681659234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/528095111681659234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/story_24.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-1544769688735072390</id><published>2008-04-24T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:36:49.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NANANANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;NANANANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nope, i'm not going bananas, i'm just nana-ing away at Gwen Stefani's 'Rich Girl' on the radio. No songs still for this post, since imeem's still screwed up. I'm just going to blog now so i can give myself the excuse that i no longer have any reason to use the laptop and go to bed! Otherwise i'll only end up playing solitaire and minesweeper on the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy birthday Darren! Hope you seriously liked your birthday surprise from aetii, robert, brandon and me! Anyway, i'm so sorry i haven't got any time to get you a present yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Life's getting more stressful by the day. I'm so scared i'll screw up my scholarship now because i just can't seem to understand anything that's going on during lessons. Got to stop having so many distractions around me. Fancy me trying to be a nerd. The sky would probably drop down, judging from the crazy lot of activities i have now like the volunteer work, mentoring programme, and soon to come, cca. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had a rather slack day in school today. Was late for applied mechanics practical because i just couldn't find the super well-concealed lab. Ended up being guided there by clara, who was late as well. Ended at 9.30, so i had nothing to do until 1. Had planned to go through my electric curcuits notes once more, but ended up slacking with eugene, hong ming and wilson before joining zul, syamil and haiqal to play pool. Had basic safety training after that. It's like one of the few lessons, other than marine engineering knowledge, which i seriously enjoy because i can actually understand what's going on. Had programming after that. It's like so crazy, since they just keep teaching new stuff, so how on earth am i supposed to understand the coding for something that i previously learned when there's no revision? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok. Done with my ranting. Shall go sleep and get my hyper-ness back for tomorrow, since there's not only the practical until 5.30, there's still lollipop at MOS after that. So, GOODNIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-1544769688735072390?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1544769688735072390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=1544769688735072390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1544769688735072390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1544769688735072390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/nananana.html' title='NANANANA'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-682854142796867566</id><published>2008-04-21T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:15:25.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, there's some big drama going on in my house. Started since last night really. That's because my baby niece got the hand-foot-mouth disease. Since then, my parents have been busy disinfecting the whole house, even at midnight yesterday, because my sister's family stayed over on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Got woken up this morning by my parents who were washing the cushion covers and sweeping/mopping the floor. Had breakfast and went out for lunch with my mom almost immediately after that(wonder why she thinks my stomach digests food so quickly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had my applied mechanics lecture again. I swear it's going to kill me soon enough. I just can't understand the stuff the Win's teaching! And the whole class were like from pure science classes while they were in secondary school, so they're all thinking how come i'm the only person on scholarship in the class, yet i don't understand anything. Thankfully, there's still Sage who doesn't understand anything either :x I mean, at least i don't die from it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had the electronic curcuit practical after that. Almost killed myself during the experiment by pulling out the live wire together with the multimeter i was using to measure the voltage. And guess what? The entire curcuit board runs on 380V of electricity and not eight 1.5V AA batteries! So the wire actually sparked when one end got disconnected from the curcuit, which caused my whole station to short curcuit. My goodness! This is the 2nd time i've seen this, the 1st being the time when my sister switched on the power to the computer when i was still plugging in the wires. Scared xue bing and hong ming too. But at least we completed all the curcuits at the end of the period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, it seems like imeem's still screwed up, so i still can't post any songs here. And no other website seems to have the song i'm looking for. Well, i'll just post it here next time imeem is up again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Get soon quick Shyane! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I still want to carry you around and listen to your chuckles and 'singing'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-682854142796867566?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/682854142796867566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=682854142796867566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/682854142796867566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/682854142796867566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-114303540851511911</id><published>2008-04-20T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:12:19.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Long long day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yawn. I'm tired. Slacking now when i can sleep really. Just spent the whole day taking care of my 2 nieces since i woke up in the morning. At least now there's my brother-in-law and my sister who are taking care of them while they're sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just had my 1st week of poly life. I would say it was quite a fun experience, but having obtained the scholarship, i find this heavy responsibility being placed on me by myself to actually try very hard to perform well. Besides that, i'm somehow the class representative for my class. Take my role as being the class committee that one would have in their secondary school class, which means i'm the chairman, vice-chairman, secretary and treasurer all in one. And not forgetting the very nice syamil who is the beloved assistant class rep who practically doesn't do anything. Well, i guess this is just God's way of testing me and letting me gain the leadership skills that i would most probably need when i start my marine life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seems like my scholarship's under Pacific International Lines(PIL). And my scholarship cash is only going to come through in June. That's a very long time, especially with all the stuff and courses that i have to pay for now. And unfortunately for me, the company only took in 2 scholars. Also, i heard from my senior that they rarely put 2 singaporeans on the same ship, which could be good, since that will give me the chance to know more people actually. So now i just have got to wait till June before i'll have enough cash to get the Volcom bagpack i was looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, i got to go to bed soon. Going to meet bojun and cheryl tommorrow morning after such a long time! And then they're going to teach me some physics which i need to know because applied mechanics is just such a killer sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-114303540851511911?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/114303540851511911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=114303540851511911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/114303540851511911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/114303540851511911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby.html' title='BABY!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-1646244474037501288</id><published>2008-04-10T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:14:31.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Zack back to Isaac</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;From Zack back to Isaac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/uihOKw_NtQ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/uihOKw_NtQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow. Just spent exactly 2 days hooked onto Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core. Yeah, Zack's the main character in the game, so i was practically him since yesterday. The song's from the game too! Anyway, back to reality, since Zack's dead-.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Going to miss part of tommorrow's Flag Day since i've got to be at SGH early in the morning to remove the stitches from my wisdom tooth operation. Thinking of how i should start my donation collecting after that. Well, i'll think about that tommorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Also, I've got my TMSS scholarship!!! That means i've secured my way to becoming a chief engineer! Seems like my interview wasn't as pathetic as i thought. But that also means that i've got to buck up in school when term starts, which is actually just next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Going to bed then. But now i feel so hyped up about final fantasy. Feel like playing another version. Too addictive. Well then, i shall just look forward to the new final fantasy series when they come out on psp then. I'll have money to go to The Click Five's concert!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-1646244474037501288?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1646244474037501288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=1646244474037501288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1646244474037501288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1646244474037501288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-zack-back-to-isaac.html' title='From Zack back to Isaac'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-5734899739302672275</id><published>2008-04-03T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:05:16.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/C0uE23gYv7/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/C0uE23gYv7/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The surgery for the removal of my wisdom teeth is tommorrow. Feeling so scared now. Better talk as much as i can now before my mouth swells up for the next few days and i wouldn't be able to talk then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, i very obviously didn't get the TMSS scholarship since i didn't go for the interview yesterday. Wasn't even informed about it. Would try again next year? Got to study hard 1st i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Going out again. Enjoy this song then. Maroon 5 is still stuck in my head! Even bought 'Friday the 13th' yesterday and blasted it on my sound system back home. Now i'm just going to get my hands on 'The B-Side Collection'. I'm late! BYE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-5734899739302672275?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5734899739302672275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=5734899739302672275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5734899739302672275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5734899739302672275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-no-surgery-for-removal-of-my-wisdom.html' title=''/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-2589476997513930298</id><published>2008-03-31T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:33:02.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Still Addicted to Maroon 5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/eP5gNyzEtX/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/eP5gNyzEtX/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, i'm still blasting Maroon 5 songs whenever i'm on my laptop or PSP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, i just came home from my SMAC FO Orientation Camp yesterday. Try spending 4days and 3nights without your handphone. Wasn't really a torture to me, but you should have seen how desperate some people got just to make sure they could hold onto their own handphones. But i definately had a whole lot of fun there. And i made lots of friends too! Hope to see them again and meet more people when school officially starts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So i spent the whole of the morning today at SGH. First i went to SDC for my dental consultation. Then i had to have an x-ray on my mouth. Turns out that i had to take another because the dentist couldn't figure out whether i had extra teeth growing between my canine and incisors. And so it turned out that i do, so now i've got to have an operation to remove not just the 4 wisdom teeth, but also that extra tooth. Would cost like $1000? Bloody expensive business just to remove parts of my body. Anyway my operation's scheduled for the 18th, but i'm also going to be informed if SGH can shift it earlier because i'm such a nerd that i don't want to miss lessons in school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, seems like i'm going to spend the rest of my next 2 weeks rotting since i've quit working and school hasn't started. And Maroon 5 actually had another CD release late lest year titled 'The B-Side Collection'. Wonder whether i can get it here. But first, i'm still going to get 'Friday the 13th Live'. And The Click Five are coming down to perform in June. Going to get the tickets to the show!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-2589476997513930298?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2589476997513930298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=2589476997513930298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2589476997513930298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2589476997513930298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-addicted-to-maroon-5-yeah-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-3505078885595549137</id><published>2008-03-26T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T01:40:36.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maroon 5 Rocks!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Long Live Maroon 5!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4j1RnRWknF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4j1RnRWknF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whoo!!! Just came home from the Maroon 5 concert! Soooo coooooooool! And i'm still hooked onto them so much that i'm blasting 'Songs About Jane' in my room now. Hope they would be performing here in maybe a year's time like The Click Five? Yeah, going to start saving for their concert starting from now, which means bye bye to my Topman jeans, but i'm still going to get my Ripcurl bag! And could some kind soul listent to Class 95 tommorrow from 7 and help me hear whether Glen Ong or The Flying Dutchman calls out the number 11459 or 11460? If they do call out one of these numbers, please tell me and you would be very generously rewarded! haha. It's actually some lucky draw thing that would allow me to get $2800. And i would most likely get 'It Won't Before Long' tommorrow if i'm free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, my bloody wisdom teeth are sprouting out real quick now, so i actually have a walk-in appointment for my dental check-up at 8a.m, meaning i'll have to be late for work since my shift starts at 10a.m. Hope they don't extract the tooth immediately, at least give me some day surgery on a later date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And i'm actually blogging from my brand new laptop! It's so powerful! My lag time in FreeStyle has been reduced so much that robert is actually regarding me as a challenge now-.- Not playing it today though, since the FS server is screwed up tonight. Goodnight then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3505078885595549137?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3505078885595549137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3505078885595549137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3505078885595549137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3505078885595549137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/maroon-5-rocks.html' title='Maroon 5 Rocks!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-8857878601210369246</id><published>2008-03-20T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:27:12.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No STOCK?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1FwwSn6Vcs/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1FwwSn6Vcs/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll have to wait till next week to get my laptop. And i'm already booked for the whole of next week! I've got my scholarship interview on monday, Maroon 5 concert on tuesday, work on wednesday and my orientation camp for the rest of the week till sunday. Seems like i'll have to cancel my volunteer work for next week then. Feel so exhausted just thinking of next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;At least i could rot my way through today. Woke up at 12pm, checked out the place for my interview, went for lunch with my mom and finally did my volunteer work. Starting to get used to it. And it's getting quite fun too! But i've agreed with the family service centre not to expose any of it anywhere, so i won't be saying anything here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, busy days coming up! I've got work later at 4pm-closing, then i'm helping out at Yellowlight on saturday, and work at TSS again on sunday before the rest of my killer week. Looking forward to 25th!!! Hope my 24th goes super smoothly and i get to apply for my SAIL scholarship even? Even gotten myself a super loony haircut just to prepare myself for the interview, but apparently my whole family thinks it's too potty. Don't know what else to blog since this post was supposed to be yesterday's, but my com crashed halfway through, so i gave up and went to bed. Seems like i lost all of my impulse to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-8857878601210369246?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8857878601210369246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=8857878601210369246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/8857878601210369246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/8857878601210369246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-stock.html' title='No STOCK?!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-3869243420535263452</id><published>2008-03-10T01:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:51:29.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My VERY OWN laptop!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3LvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5SYpxWaph2c/11-daughtry-all_these_lives.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My VERY OWN laptop!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Relax, i haven't gotten it yet. But i'll be getting one soon enough because i need it for my poly course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, but there's still so much stuff i've got to do for my poly registration. It's like so screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Things at home got a little bad over the weekend, especially the distance between me and my dad. First, we argued over the choice of the laptops, then had a very big quarrel when i was doing my poly registration online at midnight. Then there was the argument just now, when i accidentally burned our supper because my dad gave me the wrong instructions on using the new microwave, which also acts as a steamer. Something's wrong, because me and my dad don't usually quarrel. And this time, it's actually my mom siding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sigh, shouldn't brood over it i guess. Would only get me emo. Anyway, i'm quitting my job for good at the end of this month because Singapore Polytechnic actually doesn't allow their students to work. Which also means that i wouldn't have to take my Soupaholic test! But i would miss all the guys over at Soup Spoon Paragon. Really learnt a lot while i was working for the past 3+ months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Think i'll go sleep now. Hope my pay comes in tommorrow, then i'm going to get the Maroon 5 tickets, yes Victoria, i know you're rushing me to get them, as well as my Nike Free 7.0, as well as paying all my debts and bills!Goodnight and enjoy the song! It's 'All These Lives' by 'Daughtry'. The song's been stuck in my head when i was working for the past few weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3869243420535263452?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3869243420535263452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3869243420535263452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3869243420535263452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3869243420535263452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-very-own-laptop.html' title='My VERY OWN laptop!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-5342340169319455766</id><published>2008-02-28T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:13:38.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon Eddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/WtpH5pqhui/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WtpH5pqhui/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, i want Eduardo to get well quick and help arsenal kick some ass again. Just saw the video on YouTube showing his freak accident and i've only got one thing to say, it's damn sick. No wonder some people feel that Martin Taylor should be banned from football. I wonder how he'll ever have the guts to tackle another footballer IF he doesn't quit football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On a lighter note, i've stopped working. Take it as i'm having a break from being a sleep-deprived Souperman but i still can't quit-.- And so far, i'm enjoying my well-deserved break. Going out to catch Meet The Spartans later, though i really want to watch Jumper. And i guess we'll be having a Paragon Soup Spoon outing this saturday night? Will be playing pool overnight i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And i get to learn Capoeira! Finally settled on an agreement with my parents, given that i pay for the fees myself and i've got to pass my marine engineering course. Yep, i got into the Marine Engineering course at Singapore Polytechnic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-5342340169319455766?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5342340169319455766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=5342340169319455766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5342340169319455766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5342340169319455766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/02/get-well-soon-eddy.html' title='Get well soon Eddy!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-3038760893208633140</id><published>2008-02-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:14:13.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, work sucks. Having a terrible week at work so far, though it's only the 2nd day of the week. Basically it's because of  me, C, H and Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't bother reading this unless you think you can understand working life. But anyway, it started yesterday when i went to work. Everything was alright, even after H came and Z told me to do floor because H was not as good at counter as me, when she only started work 4 days later than me-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nothing really went wrong after that, except that customers were complaining among themselves that the counter was doing a really slow job and that H did not full understand what they wanted to order. Decided not to say anything until ZX came. But nothing was really wrong after that until closing when i told H that she wasn't really mopping the floor, only coating the floor with a thick layer of water such that i could slide across and do the moonwalk like Micheal Jackson. Instead of admitting her mistake, she told me that she'll complain to the manager if i dirty the floor. FINE. I decided to shut up and mind my own business. But it so happened that i needed to walk across that area once more to put the trays back. And guess what? Yes, I slipped. Almost fell backwards but my ankle caught on the BMS, swinging me forward. Thank God the BMS was off because my whole weight slammed onto the BMS. That did it. Out of my mouth went the magical words, 'FUCK MAN! NOW YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN YOU MOP THE FLOOR LIKE THIS?' H decided to act innocent and disappear home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But that wasn't the end. H only did her part of the closing halfway, so i had to cover her ass and finish her job as well. Pretty much pissed all the way home. And guess what again? My pay was even less than H's when i worked so much harder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then there was today. I came to work and found C with a black face. Why? Because out of everything i had done, i had forgotten to refill the pepper shakers. So scolded i was. Fine. Then along came H. Off to the floor for my duty again, this time even without a reason. So i thought to myself that maybe the 3 ladies just want to be alone. Then i overheard another customer complaining. This time, it concerned the whole counter. He said that the counter staff were moving slowly, creating a long queue and they even ignored the customer when their turn to order finally came. Fine, maybe my blood pressure went up a little over this because the people there included a supervisor and the manager. Then, it had to go up even more, because C decided to walk over and hint me that my floor was too slow and that i should wipe the tables after i clear the plates. WHAT THE HELL? Didn't she realise that one moment after i clear the table, a new order comes out, then the next moment another customers leaves the place, creating more plates for me to clear. Sure, i'm guilty of not wiping the tables immediately after clearing it, but where do i find the time when i've got to wipe the cutlery with a bloody wet cloth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then there was H and the chips on the tags. To me, even if you're older than me, i think you should still listen to me when i've got some useful tips for you. But no, H turned a deaf ear when i told her to clear the chips from the tag when the customers paid. So C found out about the chips after a while. When i get scolded for not topping up the pepper shaker, why was she not reprimanded for leaving the chips there? Instead, C could actually jokingly talk to her about it. Then Z screamed at me for going into the kitchen when i was packing some customer's half-eaten food-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everything has a limt. And this is it. In fact, my anger is already bubbling out of control. I just feel my temper having an even shorter fuse as i work everyday. So i've decided to quit, since william has also left and i'm getting such treatment at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3038760893208633140?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3038760893208633140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3038760893208633140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3038760893208633140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3038760893208633140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/02/work-sucks.html' title='Work sucks.'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4456361760036281828</id><published>2008-02-01T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:24:29.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grouchy grouchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't really feel like blogging today. But since i was going to add cheryl's blog to my links, i might as well spend some time here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, got some good news to share. The renovation at my house is done! Like finally. And the poor guy who stood in for the contractor's about to lose his job because he did a real bad job, causing my parents to complainto Mr Charlie, who's the contractor, of course. So i spent today watching Charlie getting all his professional workers to clear up the mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's the only good news i guess. Maybe it's because i'm in a rather foul mood today. No idea why, just got off the wrong side of the bed? And there's no song for today's post because the website's down. I think it's being updated or something? But i can't read the french words shown-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Goodnight then. Got to get up early tommorrow because i've got work at 11.30am and i'm meeting Jon Lai first because he's got work too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Please Lord, get me into marine engineering at SP! Amen.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4456361760036281828?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4456361760036281828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4456361760036281828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4456361760036281828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4456361760036281828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/02/grouchy-grouchy.html' title='Grouchy grouchy'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-3463391037912591291</id><published>2008-01-29T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T03:35:53.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soupy life</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#6600FF" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9ichVGbjR3bE9icm5iY1x2Yu8WZzlmd/23-Keane%2520-%2520This%2520Is%2520The%2520Last%2520Time.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#6600FF;border:#FFFF00;button:#66FFFF;player_text:#CCFFCC;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finally got the internet set up in my new house. But it seems like i've been too busy working that i don't really have time for anything else anymore. So here i am finally blogging in the middle of the night because i'm only free now-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Got back my 'O' level results last week. Pretty disappointing, got the lousiest english results i've ever gotten in my whole secondary school life. A measly B4, accompanied by B3s for the rest except for my geography and AMath. Just praying super duper hard now that i can get into my marine engineering course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, i pretty much need my pay check now!!! There's practically no money in my wallet, while my bank account has almost dried up due to the expensive transportation system that i rely on to get to work. Besides, i've already planned to get my PSP, mp3 player and i'm even in charge of getting bak kua for my grandfather. Well, better get myself some sleep soon because i'll be stuck doing closing tommorrow again. Hopefully, there'll be some pretty customers for me to interact with when i'm at work since William and Zhi Xian wouldn't be working during my shift. Haha. Goodnight then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3463391037912591291?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3463391037912591291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3463391037912591291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3463391037912591291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3463391037912591291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2008/01/soupy-life.html' title='Soupy life'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-761613393580670943</id><published>2007-12-12T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:19:58.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more weeks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm finally blogging again after ages of not having enough time or not having any internet access. So i shall make use of the time while my sister's bathing to blog using her laptop. Blasting The Click Five's 'Modern Minds And Pastimes' while i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have actually happened since i last blogged, such as my prom night, my job interviews and of course my 5G gathering yesterday. Too lazy to blog about any of those though, so my main purpose of blogging today is to make sure i still remember my blog-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now!!! Shall blog again in 2 weeks when i move into my new house and set up my computer then.&lt;br /&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/18269114-761613393580670943?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/761613393580670943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=761613393580670943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/761613393580670943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/761613393580670943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-more-weeks.html' title='2 more weeks!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-7583335653512101453</id><published>2007-11-15T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:15:46.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead blog writting</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFCC66" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmL2ATZu9WZjlmb/05%2520-%2520Fall%2520Out%2520Boy%2520-%2520Nobody%2520puts%2520baby%2520in%2520the%2520corner.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FFCC66;border:#663300;button:#00FF66;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not quite true actually, this blog isn't dead, it's just that i'm not updating it-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But anyway, today's my 5th day in jurong. Nothing much to do actually, other than using my brother's laptop and playing with my 2 nieces when they're not sleeping nor eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Going over to Pasir Ris later for my aikido lessons, then i'm most likely staying over at my brother's place? Going off to buy my Cheap Monday jeans together with that shirt for prom tommorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, nothing else for me to talk about since i'm so bored here, so i guess i'll go find something better to do=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-7583335653512101453?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7583335653512101453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=7583335653512101453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7583335653512101453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7583335653512101453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/dead-blog-writting.html' title='Dead blog writting'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-3318107085207932038</id><published>2007-11-08T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:10:20.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more secondary school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6600" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJ2L0VmbuEWayVGdzlXbtQWZtJXYoNmL3d3d/Mcfly%2520-%2520Lonely.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6600;border:#FF0033;button:#00CCFF;player_text:#33FF33;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, you're right. I'm so happy with the fact that i've finished my 'O' Levels that i've more or less forgotten about this blog. But it's alright since nobody reads it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Done a whole lot of stuff since the end of my geography paper 1. I've straightened my fringe, cut my hair, decided what i shall wear for the prom night, packed my stuff and gone to a barbeque. 2 rather eventful days so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have no idea what i'll do tommorrow, but i'll most likely be helping my dad with his office work since he's already sold his company. Need to move some of my house furniture out as well since i'm moving to Jurong on Sunday. New experience i guess. 16 years in the east and now i'm moving to the west for a month. Have no idea who i'm going to interact with there other than my family, my brother-in-law and my two nieces. But i guess that will be an ideal time for me to continue with my workout. Planning to swim every morning, cycle cum explore the neighborhood in the afternoon, then have some family time at night if i'm not going out. My mother actually doesn't care if i stay over at someone else's house now. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, think i'm going to continue rotting tonight before i sleep. Most likely going to sleep downstairs since i'm too lazy to change my bedsheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3318107085207932038?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3318107085207932038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3318107085207932038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3318107085207932038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3318107085207932038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-secondary-school.html' title='No more secondary school!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4472616352063399003</id><published>2007-10-22T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:03:10.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF9900" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmLz1WYlJHZulWb/The%2520Fray%2520-%2520Little%2520house.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF9900;border:#F8F8F8;button:#FBFBFB;player_text:#990000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ROAR!!! 2 more freaking weeks of studying and i'm free from secondary school life! No more school uniforms and i'll be free to do anything i want!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But like every good thing, there's also the sad stuff which accompanies it, in this case, saying goodbye to some, maybe most, of my current friends. Maybe it isn't as bad as it sounds because i can still meet up with them as and when opportunity allows, but definately we'll just slowly drift apart. Even when people come into contact with each other, they can even drift apart mentally, such as when the best of friends can even end up ignoring each other over small and stupid mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Looking on the bright side, everyone will still make more friends as we move on to poly or JC life. Haha. Thinking too much after talking to robert. Well, enjoy this song i posted anyway. Getting a little addicted to the start of the song somehow-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4472616352063399003?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4472616352063399003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4472616352063399003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4472616352063399003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4472616352063399003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-more-weeks.html' title='2 more weeks...'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-8381303344348123188</id><published>2007-10-16T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:17:23.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipmunks Rule!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G__rkNEuAEI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G__rkNEuAEI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah i'm supposed to be studying now, but i was just surfing the net when i found this whole bunch of chipmunk-edited songs! They just sound so cool. I remember i love this song because it's like so emo, but now it's even more emo with the chipmunk voice! LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not going to type anymore, either going to study or blast more of these chipmunk songs-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-8381303344348123188?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8381303344348123188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=8381303344348123188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/8381303344348123188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/8381303344348123188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/chipmunks-rule.html' title='Chipmunks Rule!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-7988977400124538903</id><published>2007-10-10T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:12:52.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the girl i'm looking for-.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF9900" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9Cdl5mLzRmbllmcm1CdlJ3YlNnL3d3d/The%2520Click%2520Five%2520-%2520Just%2520The%2520Girl.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF9900;border:#330000;button:#660033;player_text:#330066;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So darn bored now. I should be studying i guess, but i don't really want to study since i just had my emath and amath papers together with physics paper between yesterday and today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to the library to 'study' just now. Didn't really end up doing anything. And i guess i'm going out of my mind. Actually, i don't really think i am. Because you see, i noticed this girl studying at the library on monday, thought she was quite cute, but didn't really give a thought after that. Then the best thing happened, she sat beside us just now! Got so nervous and all for no reason. Think i made a fool of myself? Even took a photo of her with my phone, but it isn't really clear-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Think i'd better start staying at home to study from now on since eric and aetii's exams have all ended? And i don't think it'll work out if i only go to the library to see if that girl's there? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'O' Level's next thursday!!! Oh NO!!! I feel so unprepared!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/RwzrbwBZ09I/AAAAAAAAABM/4mWvEQPwMQk/s1600-h/10102007(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119725738393195474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/RwzrbwBZ09I/AAAAAAAAABM/4mWvEQPwMQk/s320/10102007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, that's her. Don't know which part of her mesmerises me-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-7988977400124538903?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7988977400124538903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=7988977400124538903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7988977400124538903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7988977400124538903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-girl-im-looking-for.html' title='Just the girl i&apos;m looking for-.-'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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/_KNMk36zY04U/RwzrbwBZ09I/AAAAAAAAABM/4mWvEQPwMQk/s72-c/10102007(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269114.post-1605258121671465070</id><published>2007-09-24T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:12:52.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6_-Cd3ZD3s"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6_-Cd3ZD3s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="200" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF9900" flashvars="id=0&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3L0VmbuU2chVGdtwWY0l2ZpRmL3d3d/John%2520Mayer%2520-%2520Slow%2520Dancing%2520in%2520a%2520Burning%2520Room.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF9900;border:#669900;button:#003399;player_text:#FF0000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another week closer to my 'o's!!! Still not really studying. But at least i will study a bit when i go back to school tonight just because i don't feel like staying at home? Anyway i finally found the Timbaland song featuring She Wants Revenge. Think the song's super nice. It's called 'time', something which i think i need now to study-.- LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Slacked yesterday anyway. Was playing freestyle with Darren, Robert and Aetiiqcaz until like 3am on Sunday morning? Then i had a real disturbing dream and woke up at 8.30am-.- Slacked in front of the TV and ended up watching Spongebob Squarepants with my sister when she woke up and decided to skip church because the sky was like super threatening. Had my brunch and rotted in my room until 1pm. Waited for Aetiiqcaz to be done with his business before meeting him at Tampines interchange to study. Studied a little at the McDonald's there until 5.30pm. Come to think of it, maybe we should have studied at Starbucks instead-.- Well, anyway, Yun Heng helicopter-ed us, giving Aetii the strong urge to go play soccer. Thought that since Jia Jin would most likely be playing too, we cabbed down to Marine Parade-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Reached at 6? Then we realised that he wasn't playing there-.- So we spent the whole hour walking around the area between Tao Nan and Ngee Ann Primary. Still couldn't find them after that-.- Got so damn tired i 'collapsed' on some random bench. Then we ended up playing pool at Parkway. Think i won him if we played by the rules since he hit the 9-ball in before whacking the rest in? But anyway he claims that we drew 5-5. Went home and ended up watching Constantine again-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here's my proof that i'm a good pool player-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/RvdvZQBZ02I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_UOQ9ideEPM/s1600-h/ABCD0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113678381490754402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/RvdvZQBZ02I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_UOQ9ideEPM/s320/ABCD0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah i know, you chalk the stick and not your hands-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-1605258121671465070?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1605258121671465070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=1605258121671465070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1605258121671465070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1605258121671465070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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/_KNMk36zY04U/RvdvZQBZ02I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_UOQ9ideEPM/s72-c/ABCD0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269114.post-3071281183597243851</id><published>2007-09-20T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:37:56.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, Blame It On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fMsWS-kRVQ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fMsWS-kRVQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, it was Akon's song that 'inspired' me to write this post. But i really just want to say out every single problem that's in my mind now. So i just want to say sorry to everybody for all the things that i have done or have not done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In fact, i would like to specially apologise to these people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To Victoria, i'm sorry if i wasn't there to show enough care for you. I'm sorry if i didn't seem to love you enough sometimes. I really hope that we can still be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To Yuhan, i'm sorry that i went a little overboard rushing you to return me my money last week. It was because i really needed the money, while my mother was screaming at me everyday for lending other people money due to what my father did in the past, where he lent almost a million to his 'good friend' who then disappeared with the money. I'm sorry that i got so desperate that i accepted wei xian's offer to ask terry for the cash instead. And i'm seriously sorry if you think i didn't have any right to ask him. I'm not expecting you to read this, but i just want to write out what really happened at the very least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To Yanting, i know this is like one year later, but i still have to apologise if i really did hurt your feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To my brother and my family, i'm sorry to say this, but i really do smoke, although i dare say that i'm not addicted to it. I also want to apologise if i do seem a little irritating at times when i just insist on looking for you just so that i can gain something, whether it's something material or just a piece of information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To all my friends whom i dearly appreciate and care for, i'm sorry if i seem a little annoying and irresponsible at times. I'm also sorry if my words are a little hurting at times, it's only because i just want to let you know what's going through my mind. I'm sorry if i have disappointed you in any way that i have not noticed or bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's okay if nobody reads this post out, but if you do, i seriously hope that you'll accept my apology because it really means a whole lot to me. But if you do not wish to forgive me, i can understand because i'm not really as nice a person as i want myself to be. In fact, i realise now that i'm nowhere near the person i want myself to be, but actually becoming the opposite of who i want myself to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3071281183597243851?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3071281183597243851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3071281183597243851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3071281183597243851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3071281183597243851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorry-blame-it-on-me.html' title='Sorry, Blame It On Me'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-3215259855478784280</id><published>2007-09-18T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:50:10.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to this song!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6600" flashvars="id=0&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yYpNXdt9icm5SZlJnZuUWbhdGb11WZ/Timbaland%2520feat%2520One%2520Republic.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6600;border:#030303;button:#CCFF66;player_text:#030303;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow! Guess what the DJ said on radio that day was true indeed. She said that it's like whatever song that has been into contact with Timbaland would be like turning it into gold. Was sleeping with my radio on when this song woke me up. Instantly fell in love with it. Haha. This is what i call love at first sight, although it isn't really sight but hearing instead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, glad that i woke up now, so at least i'll have no excuse for myself if i'm late for tuition later-.- Better start preparing for the lesson later. Can't decide whether i should get my tutor or Mrs Pong to teach me the amath vectors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;REMEMBER TO BLAST THIS SONG OUT!!! But it's alright if you don't like it. One man's meat is another man's poison. I understand. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3215259855478784280?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3215259855478784280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3215259855478784280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3215259855478784280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3215259855478784280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/listen-to-this-song.html' title='Listen to this song!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-6276256726276561815</id><published>2007-09-16T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:22:55.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored...still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="450" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="450" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will take over &lt;b&gt;Samoa&lt;/b&gt; using only &lt;b&gt;the help of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;img alt="countrypic!" src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/worldpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=52"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="360" align="center" border="0" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="center" height="50"&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff3333;"&gt;Where will you be in ten years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="center"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/hourglass.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHERE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking for change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poked yourself in the eye with a pencil&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle" colspan="4"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=159"&gt;Where will you be in 10 years?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; font-color: blackcolor:#ffffff;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="360" align="center" bg border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="center" height="30"&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#ff3333;"&gt;You will die of &lt;b&gt;Sloth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="center" height="60"&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;You will die from the sin of Sloth. You lazy, lazy bastard. They will find you dead in front of the t.v. with the 24-hour infomercial channel on.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="center" height="209"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/sin-monkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/sin-sloth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=163"&gt;Which Sin will be your Death?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="450" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;Kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness is most important in a boyfriend/girlfriend. You want someone who will go through everything with you - the best moments and the worst, and all of those other moments in between. You love to be able to say anything to your partner, and have them say anything to you. You are able to be extremely close with your partner for that reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Perfect BF/GF Piechart - QuizGalaxy.com" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/bfgf_piechart-3-0-4-3-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=57"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" height="225" width="425" background="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/historybook.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="70"&gt;&lt;td width="115"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="115"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaac wrote the worlds greatest love story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="115"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... afterward, Isaac walked across the desert for no reason.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;td width="115"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=149"&gt;'How will you be remembered in history books?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okok. Enough is enough. Maybe i'll go study now-.- LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-6276256726276561815?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6276256726276561815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=6276256726276561815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/6276256726276561815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/6276256726276561815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-boredstill.html' title='I&apos;m bored...still...'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-6484088170766548813</id><published>2007-09-16T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T15:07:00.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't try this at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF9900" flashvars="id=0&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5iN2YTbhVGdus2c/Good%2520Charlotte%2520-%2520Misery.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF9900;border:#660033;button:#0000FF;player_text:#006666;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah. That's the morale of the story. Don't try this at home. &amp;amp; you'd better listen to it. Because i ended up getting stabbed in the back, yes, pratically stabbed in the back, by this sheet of metal when i tried acting like a monkey by jumping around the house yesterday-.- Got this 2cm long cut down my back now? Think i'm going mad. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, as you can see, i'm rotting at home with nothing much to do. I know i should be studying right now, but i once again just can't find any motivation to study. Would end up blasting my emo songs when i study, then i'll become emo-.- So i'd rather be using the computer &amp;amp; blast my rock songs. Having fun blasting all my Fall Out Boy and Good Charlotte songs now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tommorrow's the start of PPP (Post Prelim Preparation programme)-.- But at least i'll be released from school at 12 even though my lessons might end at 10? Don't know what i'll do while rotting in school though. Better stop crapping here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-6484088170766548813?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6484088170766548813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=6484088170766548813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/6484088170766548813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/6484088170766548813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-try-this-at-home.html' title='Don&apos;t try this at home'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-5043735300479972081</id><published>2007-09-14T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:43:15.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Face...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF9900" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5ichh2Yh52Y/Good%2520Charlotte%2520-%2520Dance%2520Floor%2520Anthem.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FF9900;border:#660000;button:#660000;player_text:#660033;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm 10th in class!!! Like so surprising after i've spent my whole secondary school life getting the bottom of the class for exams-.- But i don't think i did really well? Guess i've still got to work even harder this month for my 'o' levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went out with girlfriend in the afternoon to watch lindsay lohan's "I Know Who Killed Me". Think it's a rather dumb movie now. It's like some porno movie that doesn't really make much sense. So you still want to watch Ratatouille? Haha. &amp; i'll find some proper milk candy for you that doesn't taste like the white rabbit ones-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feel damn bored. Think i'll go jogging tommorrow at 6? Haha. Nothing else better to do-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-5043735300479972081?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5043735300479972081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=5043735300479972081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5043735300479972081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5043735300479972081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/fat-face.html' title='Fat Face...'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-634792570405803019</id><published>2007-09-06T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:25:24.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you equally the same girlfriend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blogging from back home again? haha. Yeah! I finally did some studying today! &amp; i went out with my girl finally. Thought that i was going out more often with aetii for a moment. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Met her for lunch &amp; studied at Burger King. Left there at 3+? Then wandered around parkway before going into cold storage. Haha. Told you that they'll check our IC-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My mom's sick too. Well, hope both my mom &amp; darling get well soon then! Going to watch Ratatouille with bojun &amp;amp; joshua tommorrow!!! Like finally i can watch it! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah i know i owe you the chewy ones. You'll get them after you're recovered. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-634792570405803019?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/634792570405803019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=634792570405803019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/634792570405803019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/634792570405803019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-you-equally-same-girlfriend.html' title='I love you equally the same girlfriend!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-5361808606491592983</id><published>2007-09-05T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:16:47.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st handphone post!lol..</title><content type='html'>Hello..i'm at the burger king outside parkway parade now..supposed to be studying,but i guess i'm taking a break?haha.                &lt;br /&gt;It's my 1st time using my handphone to blog too!lol..don't know what to write..shall continue studying then..bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-5361808606491592983?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5361808606491592983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=5361808606491592983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5361808606491592983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5361808606491592983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/1st-handphone-postlol.html' title='1st handphone post!lol..'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4800198576512774947</id><published>2007-08-29T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:44:09.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted ankle-.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#111111" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9CdzlGb5FGbw9icm5SZlJnZuUXYotmL0JXZi9mc/Elliott%2520Yamin%2520-%2520Wait%2520For%2520You%2520.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#111111;border:#EFEFEF;button:#7D7D7D;player_text:#3333FF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PRELIMS ARE OVER!!! Finally. But that means the 'O's are even closer-.- Well, at least i can play for the rest of this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went home straight after today's exam. Looked as though i was so nice, but i was going home so that i could go to the Singapore River for lunch!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went out with my mom after that. Went to the accounting firm in charge of my dad's company's accounts first. Had a fun time chatting with the boss there. LOL. She's a joker, but at least she doesn't speak nonsensical stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to Swissotel Merchant Court after that. Waited outside this indian tailor shop while my mom went to the toilet. Then one of the indian tailors came out and said hi to me. LOL. So friendly. Smiled back at him then my mom came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ate until i was very full? Then went back home. Rotted until 5 plus just now, then i thought that i might want to train my heading. Ended up landing on the side of my foot-.- Now i got a twisted ankle. How to play soccer!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Need to go back to school tommorrow because Mr Izham selected my PE project to be displayed for SLF-.- Guess i'll have to waste the whole day in school then. Hope at least my group members will accompany me? Otherwise i have no idea what i'm going to do tommorrow-.- Typing nonsense. Guess i'll wait until Darren comes online, then i'll play FS with him and finally become a SHOOTING GUARD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4800198576512774947?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4800198576512774947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4800198576512774947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4800198576512774947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4800198576512774947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/twisted-ankle.html' title='Twisted ankle-.-'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-1576226665860881416</id><published>2007-08-27T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:12:53.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims are ending!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFCC00" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi9WakFmch12LyZmLlVmcm5ielRGbhZnbhVna/Paolo%2520Nutini%2520-%2520New%2520Shoes.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FFCC00;border:#669933;button:#333366;player_text:#333366;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just left with my geography paper 2 and science MCQ paper!!! But i should be studying my geography instead of using the computer now-.- Guess i'll go study after i'm done blogging then. Not much to blog about anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just going to leave you readers, if there are any, with this Garfield comic from yesterday's Sunday Times. Made me chuckle when i saw it. Hope it does the same to you! Stay happy always!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/RtLYAEJ-zdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G6w1ql4tN-4/s1600-h/garfield+on+26.08.2007.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103378823391399378" style="WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="212" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNMk36zY04U/RtLYAEJ-zdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G6w1ql4tN-4/s320/garfield+on+26.08.2007.bmp" width="657" 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/18269114-1576226665860881416?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1576226665860881416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=1576226665860881416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1576226665860881416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1576226665860881416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/prelims-are-ending.html' title='Prelims are ending!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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/_KNMk36zY04U/RtLYAEJ-zdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G6w1ql4tN-4/s72-c/garfield+on+26.08.2007.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269114.post-2501951332232955528</id><published>2007-08-21T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:47:26.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches suck-.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haven't touched my computer for 3 days. What a record. Haha. Anyway that's partially because my computer is a bit screwed up these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just had english oral today. Have no idea whether i screwed it up or aced it-.- Anyway i kind of liked the African-American who was my examiner? He didn't sound as bad as how my friends said, although he DID look out of the window once. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to robert's house after that to rot. Rotted quite well there until they all had to go tuition. Then i went home. Reached home at 7 when my tuition is supposed to begin at 7! Didn't go tuition in the end. Met up instead with my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Having my usual nonsensical headache now, plus i've got 2 papers tommorrow, so i shall keep this short. Just want to thank my brother just now for letting me tag along? &amp;amp; i also want to thank girlfriend for my birthday present!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-2501951332232955528?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2501951332232955528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=2501951332232955528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2501951332232955528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2501951332232955528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/headaches-suck.html' title='Headaches suck-.-'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-5889170489807090382</id><published>2007-08-13T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:30:53.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Chinese! ( I hope...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoODQs0MErk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoODQs0MErk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just saw this funny advertisement on YouTube. Think it's real good. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway i just got home from school today. Got back my chinese 'O' level results. Glad to say that i've improved, but i guess it's not enough to please my mom yet. Either way, i would say i'm quite pleased with myself since i managed to improve by a whole band, bringing myself from B4 t0 B3! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Might be going out later to study with Yunheng. But i'm rotting now. Don't know what else to blog about. So i guess i shall just continue browsing through YouTube then. Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-5889170489807090382?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5889170489807090382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=5889170489807090382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5889170489807090382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5889170489807090382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-more-chinese-i-hope.html' title='No More Chinese! ( I hope...)'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4380449262649249904</id><published>2007-08-11T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:21:59.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLUCK MY HEAD OFF!!!LOL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#330000" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmLhlGbsVmb/Daughtry%2520-%2520Over%2520You.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#330000;border:#FFFF33;button:#FF9933;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah! Finally got my Converse high-cut sneakers. Thanks aetii for lending me your cash for the time-being so i can get my shoes. &amp; that phone repair shop better hurry up, otherwise my e65 can become a dream-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Spent the day around Raffles City and Suntec with aetii today. We were supposed to be out looking for a new pair of shoes as well as getting my River Island wallet. But apparently i couldn't find the wallet, so i only bought the shoe. But aetii didn't get anything because he just couldn't find any shoe that he liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cabbed down to Jia Jin's place after that because i had promised to play street soccer with him. Played 2 matches before going home. Feel so much better after playing. It's been a long time since i last played soccer, &amp; it'll also be a long time before i can find time to play again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ArGh!!! My bloody headache is back. Just took a panadol. Think i'm getting all these because i'm trying very hard not to smoke. My mucus is flowing out like some tap water. Damn. But i'm going to get over it! &amp; i want to wish a lot of people 'Happy Birthday!', &amp;amp; i'm glad that Bo likes the new wallet i got for him! Well, off i shall go to play freestyle. I'm too tired to explain what that is already. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4380449262649249904?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4380449262649249904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4380449262649249904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4380449262649249904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4380449262649249904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/pluck-my-head-offlol.html' title='PLUCK MY HEAD OFF!!!LOL...'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-486407278907198601</id><published>2007-08-03T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:47:01.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally blogging after 1 month? Haha. Been busy with my school work. Prelims are so close!!! For once, i' rather my birthday not arrive so quickly. LOL. Finally recovered from my coughing fit. But now it seems like i just keep having these constant headaches which won't allow me to concentrate while i'm studying! Better go see a doctor quick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, on a lighter note, i'm an uncle again!!! My eldest sister gave birth to her second child, Shyane, on 1 August. My mom says she's prettier than Megan. Haha. Well, i'm going to see her on Sunday. Next, i'm finally changing a handphone. Was going to get an N80i, but as i found out today, Yanting uses that phone. And well, being me, i want to use a phone that not many people use, but i also want a phone that can access the internet, so it seems i have no choice but to get the same phone as my brother, which is the E65. Haha. Not much of a choice since my dad is paying for my phone, so it has to be cheaper. &amp; my mom just gave me money to buy my school shoe!!! I'm going to get that pair of Converse high-cut which i've been eyeing for a long time!!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last but not least, i'd like to wish happy birthday in advance to Joshua, Charmaine, Edmond and Bo!!! Haha. Their birthdays arrive back to back. Like so busy. OH NO!!! I haven't gotten Bo his present!!! Don't really know what to get him either. Never mind. Shall go play Freestyle with Darren and Robert now! Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-486407278907198601?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/486407278907198601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=486407278907198601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/486407278907198601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/486407278907198601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy.html' title='Busy!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-597233621735080633</id><published>2007-07-11T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:57:56.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggles Mcloveydove</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm bored. My mom's mad. So i become random. LOL. Decided to take these quizzes to pass my time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;How INSaNe are you?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/straitjacket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;Moderately Insane - You are unexpectedly insane in small bursts but rational the rest of the time. You are terrifying.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_181.html"&gt;'How Insane are You?'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Isaac --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who is constantly high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="410" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Which freaky subway person is Isaac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;color:#000000;"&gt;The well-dressed person who wanders about, asking for spare change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=107"&gt;'Which freaky subway person are you?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-597233621735080633?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/597233621735080633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=597233621735080633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/597233621735080633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/597233621735080633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/giggles-mcloveydove.html' title='Giggles Mcloveydove'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-3095690150321778160</id><published>2007-07-10T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:40:41.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finally blogging here and also finally one of the rare days that i'm actually at home in the afternoon. LOL. &amp; Yeah! Hey YOU! Answer the call. Do your part to save the world before we humans destroy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, i guess i'm bored? Never mind, shall blog about today then. Better make it a short entry since i have tuition later. But after all, today was just an ordinary school day where i almost fell asleep several times. Worst of all was during english. So glad i wasn't caught dozing off since i somehow managed to sleep with my eyes open. LOL. But i still got scolded by Mdm Muniera in the end because she feels that i'm not putting in consistent effort in my work while i shouldn't be happy with where my standard is. Yet she didn't give me those 3 worksheets. She actually told me i wouldn't need them-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finished school early at 1pm. Rotted in the classroom for a while before leaving with wei xian and aqua. Ended up taking 34 to tampines with wei xian before i took 29 home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Was watching parts of the Live Earth concert just now. Really love it! Shall leave everyone with one of my favourite Live Earth short films titled '&lt;a href="http://entimg.msn.com/i/ExperienceData/p1-7/us/x.htm?sh=LiveEarth&amp;amp;g=cfd1867d-5fb7-4fcf-8561-a28ae2fe0837"&gt;Lightbulb&lt;/a&gt;'. Go to the &lt;a href="http://liveearth.msn.com/"&gt;Live Earth&lt;/a&gt; website too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3095690150321778160?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3095690150321778160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3095690150321778160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3095690150321778160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3095690150321778160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-you.html' title='Hey You!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-2614219371632925277</id><published>2007-06-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:20:23.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WOW! It's seriously been some time since i last blogged here. Guess i'm not really touching this blog unless i just so happen to have a little spare time to blog here. But this blog is not dead yet! At least not until i say so. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;School's back. Not very exciting, since this means that my 'o' levels are now even closer. And the best thing is that my school has been so thoughtful this year to give me a birthday present, which is to start the prelim exams on the same day as my birthday itself. Guess this is the nicest present i've ever receiced so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Think i'm just going to crap here until my blog song has been uploaded? But i don't know if you people will be able listen to it anyway since i can only get 30-second previews from imeem. Maybe i should upload it to a different website to be played here. But i'm just too lazy to do that. Haha. Gosh, not even half of the song has been uploaded yet-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, let's see what i can crap about now. Oh yeah. Happy belated birthday to Yuhan. And thank you bo for that wonderful t-shirt you bought for me when you went to Hong Kong! &amp; i had a loooonnng day in school today. Nearly fell asleep in class a few times. Think i need more sleep. LOL. And i need to go gym sometime soon too. Getting out of shape. Might go this friday, but it'll have to depend whether wei xian feels like going. &amp;amp; if he goes, aqua would tag along agian. Haha. Quite entertaining the last time when he tagged along. Saw him struggling with the weights while being so amused with the treadmill. But the best was when he tried using the pull-up machine. Haha. Like so embarrassing-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My song's done! Might upload it later! Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-2614219371632925277?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2614219371632925277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=2614219371632925277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2614219371632925277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2614219371632925277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-2039204533793016867</id><published>2007-06-03T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T16:14:12.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling around-.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Starting to get bored again. Just finished Season 2 of Prison Break. Hope the 3rd season comes out soon. Now i shall just see whether i can get House to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Going to Clarke Quay later for dinner. Have no idea what dinner that is. Maybe it's the Indian dinner i was suppposed to have yesterday although my parents ended up going to the food centre near Robert's house to eat because  my sister just felt too lazy to book the restaurant -.-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-2039204533793016867?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2039204533793016867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=2039204533793016867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2039204533793016867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2039204533793016867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/06/rolling-around.html' title='Rolling around-.-'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4030415314835138515</id><published>2007-05-31T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:34:29.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I give you my heart on a string -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok...i'm sorry. The title of this entry isn't supposed to make any sense. I wrote it only because i heard this line from my iTunes while thinking of the title -.-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rotted at hui tien's house after school today. Nothing much happened other than that. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Changed my blog song! It's some random song i saw. Quite nice, considering the fact that i'm kind of hooked onto emo songs for the past few weeks. It's by this guy called Jon McLaughlin, thought he should sing funny songs because of his last name. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jon McLaughlin - Beautiful Disaster&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She loves her mama's lemonade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hates the sounds that goodbyes make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She prays one day she'll find someone to need her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She swears that there's no difference,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Between the lies and complements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's all the same if everybody leaves her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And every magazine tells her she's not good enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The pictures that she sees make her cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And she would change everything, everything just ask her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And she needs someone to take her home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She never stays the same for long, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Assuming that she'll get it wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perfect only in her imperfection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She's not a drama queen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She doesn't want to feel this way, only seventeen but tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She would change everything for happy ever after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But she just needs someone to take her home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuz she's just the way she is, but no ones told her that's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And she would change everything, everything just ask her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And she would change everything for happy ever after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But she just needs someone to take her home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And just needs someone to take her home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4030415314835138515?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4030415314835138515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4030415314835138515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4030415314835138515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4030415314835138515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-give-you-my-heart-on-string.html' title='I give you my heart on a string -.-'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-7518597263591871276</id><published>2007-05-29T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:35:19.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy? LOL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haven't been blogging here for a long time because i've been going out everyday? &amp; i don't really have much to blog about either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, i had a fun day today playing pool! Think i'm getting addicted to pool!!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-7518597263591871276?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7518597263591871276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=7518597263591871276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7518597263591871276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7518597263591871276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/busy-lol.html' title='Busy? LOL...'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-7763374532543957480</id><published>2007-05-17T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:43:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's working!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey!!! Blogger's working at my house as well!!! LOL. I'm bored. Just came home from my aikido lesson. Going for my black belt next month!!! Wish me good luck!!! HAHA. Going to work hard for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saw my chinese overall marks today. Guess what? I passed! I got 57/100? Sorry, i forgot. LOL. It's like the 1st time i passed my chinese since sec2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway i think i'm having 3 soccer matches next week. 2 of them are most likely N-league while the last would be the CO vs. choir game. Bojun told me that NPCC also wants to play against us. LOL. When did choir become so popular in football? HAHA. Going to bed. Need energy tommorrow since i'm going gym with Wei Xian &amp;amp; maybe Jon Lai after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-7763374532543957480?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7763374532543957480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=7763374532543957480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7763374532543957480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7763374532543957480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/bloggers-working.html' title='Blogger&apos;s working!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-761232519117704019</id><published>2007-05-16T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:15:18.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally blogging here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;YO!!! Finally able to blog here. Actually i'm at my brother's house now, so i don't know whether it was my computer having a problem with blogger or whether the bloody blogger was cocked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway i've been blogging at my new &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; for the past few days.Gotten pretty used to blogging there, so i might blog here less in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-761232519117704019?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/761232519117704019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=761232519117704019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/761232519117704019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/761232519117704019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-blogging-here.html' title='Finally blogging here!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-6232026577705029810</id><published>2007-05-06T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:23:26.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my SIS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My second sister's birthday today. Happy 22nd birthday!!! Haha. Hope her mind grows up quick because she still acts like some kid sometimes. LOL. Anyway we celebrated her birthday yesterday. Didn't go to any of the places i thought because my eldest sister insisted on something budget so she forced my parents to eat some korean bbq at kallang. Ended up she herself went somewhere else to eat because she kept complaining about the place. Left my mom, dad, 2nd sis &amp; me there to eat. Ate a whole lot of meat. Haha. The food tasted quite good, maybe because we have to cook it ourselves which reminded me &amp;amp; my sis of some cute game we had on our compputer last time where we have to bbq slices of meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On our way home, my dad was grumbling away on why didn't we just go to clarke quay since the ambience would be so much nicer &amp; the price would only be a bit more (the bbq cost almost $80). Maybe the food would have tasted better too, but i felt the bbq wasn't that bad, only that the air-con didn't seem to be working, so we were perspiring while we were eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Reached home &amp; my mom &amp;amp; sis tried to persuade me to go church since i have no more tuition on sunday mornings. My sis asked me to go her church but i gave some lame excuse like there's this sec2 girl in my school from dance &amp; i don't really like going to the same church as my schoolmates. LOL. Then my mom told me to go her church. Gave her another lame excuse like asking her 'Isn't your church only for aunties &amp;amp; uncles like you &amp; father?' Haha. But it's true what. So far, i've only seen middle-aged people attending my mom's church. Besides, my sec1 maths teacher, Mr. Lee, attends that church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ended up watching tv till 4 this morning. Was watching 'Remember The Titans' even though i watched a lot of times already. But i think the show is nice. It's like about racism in America &amp; how this high school football team overcame their skin colour issue &amp;amp; taught their town to treat each other the same regardless of race or religion. Then i tried studying chemistry until 5. Got a headache then slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Woke up at 11am today. Had actually thought about going church with my sis but her service was like already over when i woke up. Went downstairs &amp; my parents came back from church. Have no idea what has motivated my dad to go back to church as well, but i guess that's good in a sense that he grew up attending church but stopped when my eldest sis was born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway had lunch after that &amp; i just tried studying my history but decided to blog since my dad &amp;amp; sis just went out to pick something up from my eldest sister's house. Got to continue studying!!! Bye!!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-6232026577705029810?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6232026577705029810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=6232026577705029810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/6232026577705029810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/6232026577705029810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-to-my-sis.html' title='Happy Birthday to my SIS!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-5300872365327393226</id><published>2007-05-04T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:33:16.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends FINALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just watched Supernatural. This episode was like super emo, so contradicting to my mood now. Haha. Have no idea why i'm feeling so nice now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had physics paper this morning till 9am. Then rotted in school with hui qing &amp; yuhan until 10am. The 2 of them wanted to go my house after that but we ended up having breakfast at TECC McDonalds. Hui qing then left at 10.30am. Studied a bit of chemistry &amp;amp; talked to yuhan until noon then i went home while she went off with somebody:X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Met my mom when i got home. Talked to her until she went out. Rotted at my computer after that until jon came my house at 5pm. Went tampines gym at 5.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Reached the gym at 6.07pm. I think i trained like super hard today, my heart rate actually reached the normal heart rate where a person exercising should experience because so far everytime i train, my heartbeat is still normal. But this means i'm getting out of form!!! Need to train more!!! Keep FIT!!! Anyway i did more weights than usual, feel my chest &amp; arms aching now. Went off @ 8pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had dinner at burger king. Had a mushroom swiss double for the 1st time in my life!!! LOL. Took 21 back with jon after that. Reached home and found out that my poor dad really did have dinner alone tonight because both my mom &amp; sis were out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My sis's birthday is reaching real soon! But i actually have no idea what the actual date is! LOL! Anyway my family is going to celebrate her birthday tommorrow by either having an indian dinner at clarke quay or a thai dinner somewhere else. Have no idea what my eldest sis decided on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chemistry &amp;amp; history on monday!!! Need to find time to study!!! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-5300872365327393226?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5300872365327393226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=5300872365327393226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5300872365327393226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5300872365327393226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekends-finally.html' title='Weekends FINALLY!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-3840978431400810472</id><published>2007-05-02T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:35:38.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haha. Feeling real bored. Can't be bothered to study my amath because i've simply given up hope on it, while i might study my geography later. Told clement i'll go his house to study in the morning, but i'm feeling rather lazy now, plus its already the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had emath paper 1 &amp; social studies paper today. Found both papers rather alright even though i didn't study my social studies. Went to tampines interchange with hui qing today to buy concession for my ez-link then we took 3 back. Talked to her a lot on my way back. Haha. Feel much better when i talk to people, even when i don't say any of my troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Reached home just on time when my mom finished cooking lunch. Talked to her without any angry feelings at last. Then my mom went out &amp;amp; i found myself rotting here. Better start studying!!! Oh yeah. Changed my blog song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trust Me by The Fray&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking for something &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've never seen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alone and I'm in between&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The place that I'm from and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The place that I'm in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A city I've never beenI found a friend or should I say foe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Said there's a few things you should know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don't want you to see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We come and we go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here today, gone tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're only taking turns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holding this world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's how it's always been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're older, you will understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I say who I know it just goes to show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You need me less than I need you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take it from me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don't give sympathy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can trust me trust nobody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I said you and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don't have honesty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The things we don't want to speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll try to get out but I never will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traffic is perfectly still&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're only taking turns&lt;br /&gt;Holding this world&lt;br /&gt;It's how it's always been&lt;br /&gt;When you're older, you will understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And again maybe you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And again maybe you won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're older&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You might understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're older&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You might understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3840978431400810472?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3840978431400810472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3840978431400810472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3840978431400810472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3840978431400810472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/boo.html' title='Boo!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4550076050915919488</id><published>2007-05-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:58:47.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Still slacking a bit even though i have EMath paper 1 &amp; social studies paper tommorrow. Think i might fail my Social Studies paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Woke up at 9.45am today because bloody aetiiqcaz decided to send 10 good morning sms-es to my handphone. Couldn't get myself to sleep after that, so i went downstairs &amp; watched some stupid cartoons like 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Fast Forward' &amp;amp; some movie with the Muppets inside. My dad made breakfast for me &amp; my sis too! It was french toast. That's like the 1st time i've eaten that since i entered secondary school because nobody could actually be bothered to wake up so early to prepare such stuff for me when i need to go school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sat in my room &amp; flipped through my Social Studies for a while, then rotted till 6 when my mom came home &amp;amp; started screaming at everyone because she was hungry &amp; wanted to go out for dinner while my dad, sis &amp;amp; i were feeling rather lethargic. Finally went out to eat at 6.45pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Came back from dinner @ 8. Finally took out my EMath 10 year series to do. Did the 1997 paper &amp; the 2001 paper because i wanted to see how difficult my sister's paper was. Not really that challenging, but harder than the 1997 paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Good luck to myself for tommorrow's paper then. Got a little tiny confidence for my EMath paper:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4550076050915919488?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4550076050915919488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4550076050915919488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4550076050915919488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4550076050915919488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/dead.html' title='Dead!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-3893659170398710232</id><published>2007-04-30T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:58:01.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Created another blog, but its private, so don't bother. Figured i need a blog where i can just post what i want without others seeing it. Rather sick of people trying to understand me when i don't even know myself sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3893659170398710232?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3893659170398710232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3893659170398710232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3893659170398710232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3893659170398710232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-9029384881762385101</id><published>2007-04-27T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:47:40.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of MID-YEARS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just had both my english &amp; chinese exam yesterday &amp;amp; today. Felt that the english paper 2 was ok, while english paper 1 was rather hard since i did not really know what to write about. Chinese was not much better since i have not really studied chinese since the day i dropped higher chinese. Cannot imagine what kind of results i'll get, but i hope that i can at least pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to Tampines Mall after exams today with wei xian, try &amp; cheng yao. Watched them have lunch before we went home. Found my sis watching some hindi movie when i got home. haha. Thought she'll go out play, but she decided to stay home &amp; watch indian movies. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then it started raining. Think lightning struck my house again, since my sister's room exploded with a loud bang &amp; bright light suddenly while she was inside. She said the sound came from behind her, which could only be the wall. haha. Like so cartoon. But anyway the circuit board jumped. Had to go to the room where my previous few maids slept. That room also a bit spooky since my house got struck by lightning the previous time where the lights from that room &amp; the porch blew up. Realised my gate also went a bit haywire when my sister couldn't open it. My house like a bit wierd now. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No more choir tommorrow. Think  i'll feel a bit wierd since i've been waking up early every saturday for the past year? Anyway my mom wants me to try DSA into temasek junior college. haha. Continue being a choir boy. That is, if they want to take a silver choir boy. Sian. haha. Better go sleep soon. Think i'm falling sick again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-9029384881762385101?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9029384881762385101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=9029384881762385101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/9029384881762385101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/9029384881762385101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/start-of-mid-years.html' title='Start of MID-YEARS!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-318391819407165742</id><published>2007-04-22T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T14:43:44.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going a little mad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Changed my tagboard because my computer somehow just can't view the cbox tagboard. Think this 1 sucks, but i shan't bother so much about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Skipped tuition this morning again. Feeling really bored &amp; turned off by my amath tuition already. My mom knows that, but she still thinks that Mr. Lim is the only tutor who can make me improve. PLEASE, i don't need any tutor if i want to improve my studies, i just need to start studying. LOL. Spent the morning doing amath still anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Got home only @ 1.30am this morning after going my bro's house to study. Fortunately BoJun didn't get scolded, only interrogated by his dad because he's dad was shocked that Bo wasn't home before him. Got him home 1st then drove yuhan &amp; yuanlin home. Had to crawl over the front gate before slowly unbolting my door because everyone in my house was more or less asleep already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hope yuhan wasn't too traumatised by what happened yesterday. Think james is rather pissed with jon for his actions. Rather shocked that he did that as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mid-year exams is this week!!!&amp; i haven't started preparing for them. Better start studying soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feeling a bit sick after my bro bloody smoked in front of us. Kept coughing after that &amp; now my chest still hurts. Wonder why he still smokes when he knows he's dying &amp;amp; worsening my already bad condition. But i'm rather sick of life anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-318391819407165742?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/318391819407165742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=318391819407165742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/318391819407165742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/318391819407165742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/going-little-mad.html' title='Going a little mad...'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-1464841629352767973</id><published>2007-04-15T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:00:01.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feeling rather emo again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just quarrelled with my parents again over the dumbest thing. Hint: i hate people calling me stupid. Think i'll have to iron my own uniform again later. Feels like my whole family doesn't give a bloody damn about me, only that i get good results for my parents to show off to their friends and relatives. For goodness sake, i'm not some pet or toy for you to play or show off to people, i'm a freaking breathing homo sapien who can feel a whole wide range of very real emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Screamed at my mom about every single thing that i've kept in me for a very long time. But i bet she blames me for every thing that i raised. It's always my fault anyway. Learnt to live with it since i was like a toddler. She doesn't even give a damn about how i feel, only that i study chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Didn't go tuition today. Don't think i'm going to get up early for choir sectionals tommorrow morning anyway. It's quite pointless anyway, since i bet they'll waste most of the time trying to warm up everyone's voice. Then add in the choir talking to each other instead of co-operating with the commitee. But it was hardworking for somebody to think of such an idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-1464841629352767973?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1464841629352767973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=1464841629352767973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1464841629352767973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1464841629352767973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/bad-sunday.html' title='Bad Sunday'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-3467352058997328170</id><published>2007-04-14T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:49:46.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling EMO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sigh feeling a bit emo now. Realised once again why i dislike having dinner at home with my family today. But i shall 1st blog a bit on yesterday, which was a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to sport's day in the morning at jurong stadium. Rotted there till 12+, then met james &amp; went to his house together with bo, yuhan &amp;amp; yuanlin. Explored his house 1st when we reached there. It's like my second time there but i still feel that the house is so gigantic. Went swimming before having lunch, then swam a bit more before washing up. Watched saw3 after that which i feel is rather saddistic. Think that the producer should be closely monitored by the police before he becomes a psychotic killer. He didn't have to create such sick scenes just to get his message across to the people who watch the movie. Jon joined us after the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had dinner @ 9+ &amp; talked till midnight before deciding to go home. My bro drove the 2 ladies home 1st, who were like asleep in the car even though 4 of us had to squeeze in the back seat. Then he sent bo home before sending me &amp;amp; jon home. Had a very happy &amp; fun day &amp;amp; i want to thank my bro a lot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now i shall blog about today. Woke up on time for choir. Was actually walking in front of yuanlin all the way from the traffic junction to school but she never noticed it. LOL. Had choir till 1 after that. Met my bro after that who sent bo home before we went to his pasir ris flat where we watched some lame movie. Felt rather emo already before the movie. But @ least the movie was funny, so i didn't feel that bad after watching it. Talked to him for a while before going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had a proper dinner together with my whole family finally, but regretted it later when my whole family started insulting me again. My dad actually called me useless until worse than disabled people. Shan't say anymore since i already feeling so down now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sigh...feel that all my close friends are actually so much closer &amp; can understand me better than my family. Glad to have all of you as my 'brothers' &amp;amp; 'sisters'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't think i'm going to tuition tommorrow since i can't finish my tuition homework. Damn sick of him already. My mom keeps calling him to complain how pathetic i am every week, so everytime i go for tuition, i just get more unnecessary scolding. &amp; i know that if i get scolded for not studying a certain subject, i'll lose interest in that particular subject. So now i'm already sick of chinese, while i'm getting a bit tired of amath, although i feel that i can improve more if i can stop this tuition. But my mother lied to me about changing tutor or stopping tuition. Now she says i should just continue with my tutor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feel like just giving my whole family a big tight slap across their cheeks for just being so 'encouraging' &amp;amp; 'pleasant' to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3467352058997328170?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3467352058997328170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3467352058997328170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3467352058997328170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3467352058997328170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-emo.html' title='Feeling EMO...'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-5254190934099141960</id><published>2007-04-11T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:07:00.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LEGS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My legs are killing me. But i just tortured my legs the whole day today. 1st i had NAPFA 2.4km run during PE lessons where i only got 11:54min, then luckily i could rest my legs in class for the rest of the day in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went home to take my amath stuff before leaving for tuition. Had to walk to the other further bus stop to take 12. Met brandon, yuanlin &amp; priscilla in the bus. Then WALKED to my tutor's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Luckily i wasn't scolded today. Stuffed my COMPLETED homework in his face the moment i reached so he couldn't say anything. Then fell asleep while doing work before going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Boarded 12 to go home. UNFORTUNATELY, the bus broke down at the stop just before bedok view sec. Saw this super hot nanyang girl as i got off. Sadly, she had a bloody nerdy &amp; horny boyfriend. Decided to walk to the bus stop with bus9. Took like 15min to walk there &amp;amp; ended up taking 2 home. Had to walk from clement's house all the way back to mine after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Still have n-league match against 5c1 tommorrow. Think i'm going to sleep soon so i won't cramp during the match. But i got a feeling i'll cramp later in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-5254190934099141960?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5254190934099141960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=5254190934099141960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5254190934099141960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5254190934099141960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-legs.html' title='MY LEGS!!!'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-3283505658326544362</id><published>2007-04-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:39:41.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah!!! It's 9th of April today!!! What's so special about it? My phone bill ends!!! So i can sms once again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't remember anything that happened in school. But only the way D &amp; A were talking after school because my parents just sat at the dining table &amp;amp; talked to each other in almost the same way for like 30 over minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Got nothing much to blog about actually. Just blogging because i changed my blogskin. Chose it to motivate myself to drink more milk so that i can grow taller. Feel so short suddenly. must grow till i'm at least 170cm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3283505658326544362?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3283505658326544362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3283505658326544362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3283505658326544362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3283505658326544362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/90407.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-3128799317404759318</id><published>2007-04-08T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:38:15.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8/04/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah. Finally at home tonight. Been out everyday since thursday. Went out with Victor on Good Friday. It's like finally we go out together ever since we graduated from pri.6. He's grown so much taller, so i feel like a shortie beside him now. -.-" Watched 'meet the robinsons' with him &amp; his girlfriend. haha. Felt a bit 'bright' even though it was an outing just between us two guys. But had fun anyway. "Keep Moving Forward"!!! lol. Watched 'sunshine' with my big bro after that, then spent the whole night out wif him, alan, &amp;amp; met a new friend called jay. Reached home @ like 1230 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had choir rehearsals early yesterday morning. Decided to kick paul out of the SYF due to his lousy attendance &amp; attitude. Don't think the choir sang quite well anyway on stage. &amp;amp; there was even drama when a sop fainted. Hope she's okay now. Went home to rot after that until 5.30pm. Went out to meet Jon Lai because he wanted me to go watch concert with him. Saw him dressed like a gay clown. lol. Laughed as soon as i saw him. Took MRT all the way to Toa Payoh Hub. Watched the concert which was a musical called 'Voice'. Quite a nice musical, they actually split the audience into 2 groups, which were 'ELITES' &amp; 'LOSERS'. Saw that our tickets were ELITE tickets. Laughed a lot &amp;amp; the main character, Lyon, actually seems to be playing as Cheng Yao because they behave the same way. haha. The musical ended @ 10.30pm, then Jon &amp; me went to City Hall for dinner. Found all the shops closed &amp;amp; wandered all the way to Suntec where we ate @ McDonalds. Found out that Jon is single but unavailable. lol. Left @ 11.30pm. Found CityLink Mall locked, so we had to search for our way back to Raffles City &amp; found out that we missed the last MRT. Felt a bit trapped in the city but wandered to a bus stop where we took a Night Owl bus back home. Felt like a clubber. lol. Reached home @ like 1.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Skipped tuition with the permission of my mom this morning. Also got her permission to change tutor by the end of this month(: Finished my homework &amp;amp; went out to meet my mom for some chinese 'O' level talk she signed up for. Went to Bradell &amp; had Roti Prata for lunch. Went for the talk after that where i was asleep for most of the time. haha. Pissed my mom off cause she paid $10 for it. But i know what the talk was about anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Got to go back to school tomorrow!!! changed my blog song!!! In love with it now after i heard it on Jon's iPod. Oh yeah...my bro staying in his gigantic old man's castle this week, &amp;amp; he wants me to invite yuhan &amp; yuanlin there...lol. need to ask them tommorrow as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;victor: hey...i updated my blog le!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha!! isaac sucks :D:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;lol boss...to my left or to my right?haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-3128799317404759318?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3128799317404759318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=3128799317404759318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3128799317404759318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/3128799317404759318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/8042007.html' title='8/04/2007'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-396378379097163738</id><published>2007-04-01T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:34:15.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/4/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just got home from century square after watching TMNT. Quite a nice show, except that the graphics made me feel as if i was watching it on TV sometimes. Went to Ngee Ann poly before that to watch ARC2007 with bojun, jon &amp; james.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had tuition in the morning. Starting to feel like i hate this amath tuition already. This is the third consecutive lesson that i got scolded because he bloody thought that i didn't do my homework. Firstly, i will not study if i have to go through scolding, which is why my chinese is so horrible due to my mom's constant screaming like now. Secondly, i bloody did my amath homework! Which is why i'm starting to get fed up with this tuition. Feel so bored every Sunday when i have to make my way to Katong just to get lectured by my tutor. Rolled my eyes @ him today when he was scolding me when i said i left my homework @ home, then he 'offered' to fetch me home so that i can show him my work. Rolled my eyes again &amp; he accused me of not doing my work. Sian. Then he threatened to make me stand on the table for 2hours if i don't do my work again. Lame. I'll just walk out of his house if he maligns me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feel so bored. Got cheated by joshua just now because its april fools' day. So lame. Going to whack him tommorrow! Now i'm just going to avoid my mom's screaming &amp;amp; go sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-396378379097163738?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/396378379097163738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=396378379097163738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/396378379097163738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/396378379097163738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/04/1407.html' title='1/4/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-2464346344604631786</id><published>2007-03-26T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:34:25.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26/03/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy belated 16th birthday to Aetiiqcaz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just got home after having a double movie marathon @ my bro's house. watched behind enemy lines 2 &amp; the guardian. super tired now, especially my eyes. going to sleep soon. but i was impressed by 'the guardian'. thought it was going to be a stupid ashton kutcher movie but it turned out to be quite an interesting &amp;amp; touching movie that almost made me cry in the end. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had a boring day at school anyway. spent the day mostly sms-ing &amp; talking to the people sitting around me in class. got choir tomorrow!!! need to sleep early so that i'll have energy otherwise i'll fall asleep during choir standing up again!!! lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh yeah...changed my blog song anyway. changed it because i think this song sounds quite nice after i heard my sis playing the song on her laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-2464346344604631786?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2464346344604631786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=2464346344604631786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2464346344604631786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2464346344604631786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/03/260307.html' title='26/03/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-5480959123079113949</id><published>2007-03-20T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:22:03.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20/3/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sian...fallen sick again...didn't go to school today because my whole body just felt so weak that i couldn't even walk from my bed to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mrs Pong called just before i woke up &amp; my mom picked up the call. my mom told me later that she called because she thought i deliberately wanted to skip school. haha...i love school lor,so why would i want to skip school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to the polyclinic after that &amp; wasted 90min there just to get an MC, cough syrup, throat lozenges &amp;amp; panadol. went home &amp; took my medicine &amp;amp; before i knew it, the panadol knocked me out the whole afternoon...sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Think i'm going to sleep somemore after this &amp;amp; hope that i can go to school again tommorrow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-5480959123079113949?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5480959123079113949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=5480959123079113949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5480959123079113949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5480959123079113949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/03/20307_20.html' title='20/3/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4973285897468384607</id><published>2007-03-18T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:02:23.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18/03/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sian. school holidays are over, so i need to get up @ 7 tomorrow for school. @ least its 7, not 6. most likely going to get scolded &amp; punished too since i left my comprehension book in school when darren says there homework in there. sian again. haven't done my history &amp;amp; the rest as well since i was hardly @ home to do my work this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;monday - soccer match in the morning, went out to repair my w550i &amp; buy bbq stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tuesday - choir &amp;amp; bbq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wednesday - n-league elite training &amp; choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thursday - watch movie &amp;amp; aikido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;friday - choir &amp; went out with jon &amp;amp; james @ night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;saturday - tuition in the morning, spent the afternoon @ parkway, slacked @ night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sunday (today) - sleep, do homework, play soccer, slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOW TO DO MY WORK!?!?LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh, &amp; i got back my W550i! but i still have to spend more money to buy myself a pair of soccer boots. mercurial vapor I!!! it costs $134.90!!! lol. need to save like $90 &amp;amp;amp; trade in my E730. or i can get tiempo for $10+, together with my trade-in &amp;amp; darren's $30 nike voucher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4973285897468384607?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4973285897468384607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4973285897468384607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4973285897468384607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4973285897468384607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/03/180307.html' title='18/03/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-7367218566206718876</id><published>2007-03-16T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:06:18.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15/03/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just got back from aikido &amp; bathed. Been rather busy this week. Spent the whole day out today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went out @ 11am to meet victoria, jinli (who is my long lost primary school classmate) &amp; jinli's cousin. Met them @ somerset mrt then went cineleisure to see which movie we should watch. Ended up choosing Music And Lyrics because The Pursuit Of Happyness was too late while the new Rain movie was NC-16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Watched till like 3+ then took some cartoon neo-prints. jinli &amp; her cousin left after that to study, so victoria &amp;amp; i just went walking all over orchard. 1st we went to toys' r' us &amp; walked around the whole place, including the baby products section. A lot of people started staring at us when we started examining all the baby food &amp;amp; diapers...lol. Went Havelock Place after that, then went takashimaya where she bought some birthday present for her friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went home after that. Slept on bus2 all the way back until i missed a stop. hahaha. Walked all the way home after that. My mom started screaming @ me again the moment i stepped home, but i just walked into my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went for aikido after that &amp; my mom continued her 'talk' while driving me there. I could actually mouth out what she was going to say even before she said it out. Then had aikido after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Going to have choir workshop @ Nan Hua from 11.30am all the way till 4+pm. Feel like going out after that but i can't find anyone to go with me...hope i find someone soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-7367218566206718876?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7367218566206718876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=7367218566206718876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7367218566206718876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7367218566206718876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/03/150307.html' title='15/03/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-1980802780357132900</id><published>2007-03-06T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:59:34.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Than Jake - The Rest of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"The Rest Of My Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I fell asleep last Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Underneath polluted skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walked alone on those Jersey nights, and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saw the boardwalk start to fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The emptiness starts to drown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The quiet corners off this town, and I...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Late last night, I made my plans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was the only thing I felt I could do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said goodbye, to my best friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes there's no one left to tell you the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's gonna kill me... The rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me apologize while I'm still alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's hard to face all of my past mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's gonna kill me for the rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my all time low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow it feels so familiar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow it seems so familiar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like letting go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every second that goes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm screaming out for a second try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said goodbye, to my best friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes there's no one left to tell you the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's gonna kill me... The rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me apologize while I'm still alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's hard to face all of my past mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got to live with them rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the mess I've made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the words I can't erase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my life support, shutting down, for the final time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it twists like a blade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And kills me for the rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you won't forgive me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me apologize while I'm still alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's hard to face all of my past mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's gonna kill me for the rest of my life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-1980802780357132900?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1980802780357132900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=1980802780357132900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1980802780357132900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1980802780357132900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/03/less-than-jake-rest-of-my-life.html' title='Less Than Jake - The Rest of My Life'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-5342191730011469138</id><published>2007-03-06T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:02:45.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6/03/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feeling much better after sleeping @ 11pm yesterday. But i still felt a bit sick this morning, so i think i irritated clement &amp; darren with my crazy attitude. Sorry to anyone i pissed off today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Was even crazy during e-math. Kept shouting 'NO!' when mrs pong kept asking us to do a question, but luckily she's super nice, so i wasn't punished. Then i have no idea what i did for the rest of the day other than talking to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had lessons all the way till 2.40pm. Then i rotted with bo in school until 3.30pm when choir started. Was half asleep throughout choir, but mr yong only caught me when i was already awake &amp;amp; scratching my head.lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Watched 4r5 vs 5c2 2nd half &amp; 4r5 actually won 3-1!!! Lol. Think they're going to be champions again this year. But my class is going to catch up!!! Went to book BBQ pit for choir after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had dinner with my dad @ Loyang Point. Then i finally got myself to actually sit in my room &amp;amp; do some homework &amp;amp; flip through my geography textbook. Then i used the computer. But my mother, who only just reached home, just bloody screamed @ me for using the computer the whole night...i'm like WTF lah...sian. Then now she's screaming @ me for not telling her my marks for all the tests when i already told her like @ least twice. Really do feel like screaming back @ her but i shall just hold back my anger. Freak man...really feel like i'm going to burst soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-5342191730011469138?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5342191730011469138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=5342191730011469138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5342191730011469138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5342191730011469138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/03/60307.html' title='6/03/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-1937765324038984213</id><published>2007-03-05T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:20:05.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5/03/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just changed my blogskin. Think that the pac-man one doesn't quite suit my mood anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hope i stop thinking so much...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-1937765324038984213?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1937765324038984213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=1937765324038984213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1937765324038984213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/1937765324038984213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/03/50307_05.html' title='5/03/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-833357924965549930</id><published>2007-03-05T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:42:48.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5/03/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feeling very sick &amp; tired now. Maybe because i played soccer just now in school. Maybe it might be other things. Feeling a bit crazy &amp;amp; depressed as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My mom fetched me to school today since she was feeling rather nice this morning. Rotted in school until flag raising. Had physics lesson after that which i think i just talked through the whole lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had VL after that &amp; continued talking as well. Then went for recess which i spent rotting. Went back to class for chinese lessons after that. Found out that i got lowest in class for the chemistry test while i failed my chinese. Sian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Read clement's bones &amp; that was when i felt a bit wierd from then on. First i knew that he is super troubled over many things, then suddenly i have no idea why i felt a sudden emptiness &amp;amp; loneliness inside me which just kept bothering me from then on, even until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had a headache &amp; practically slept through history lessons with my eyes open where leonard tan just played some mao zedong documentary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went for the field trip around kampong glam to eat @ a malay restaurant. Slept the whole way there on the bus &amp; woke up feeling a lot better since my headache was no longer that bad. Ate the food happily after that &amp;amp; went back to school around 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Played soccer with clement, eugenia, amalina &amp; aetii until 5+, then watched the 4r3 vs 4c1 match where 4r3 won 5-2 because jon scored 5 wearing my shoe!!!lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rotted in school until like 6.30pm with big leonard trying to find a PE teacher to return my ez-link. Finally found mr wong &amp; went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My mom just found out about my chinese marks during dinner just now. She got a black face immediately after hearing it. Then she started shouting @ me even though i was seated directly across her. Told her don't shout in my super low &amp; tired voice repeatedly. Guess what? I think that it sounded quite threatening, since she decided not to talk after that. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feeling a whole lot of emotions now, such as anger, loneliness, emptiness inside me &amp;amp; a bit of depression, together with my headache. Sian. Think the anger came from what edmond said to blame darren, while the rest came after clement. Think i might end up crying like an ass later. getting emo again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-833357924965549930?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/833357924965549930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=833357924965549930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/833357924965549930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/833357924965549930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/03/50307.html' title='5/03/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-7531721589557151375</id><published>2007-03-02T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:11:11.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/03/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm so bored!!!haha. did pe project @ my house today with darren, yuhan &amp; huitien, but yuan lin came as well. had ultimate chaos @ my house for quite some time after that. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hui tien &amp;amp; yuan lin went home @ 4, so i sent them to the bus stop &amp; left darren &amp;amp; yuhan alone in my house. felt rather insecure. haha. then sent the two of them off after that @ 5+. felt super lonely after that since my house became so quiet. fell asleep watching tv until 7.30. lol. then ate dinner &amp; rot here le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Feel like my class is getting a bit fed up over a couple, even their best friend is getting very troubled over them. hope that they'll finally realise that i do not bear any grudges against them &amp;amp; i really do care about them. but given their brilliant attitude towards me now, i really do feel like blowing up sometimes. just want to tell them that if this does not stop, some people are going to get hurt &amp;amp; betrayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-7531721589557151375?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7531721589557151375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=7531721589557151375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7531721589557151375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7531721589557151375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/03/20307.html' title='2/03/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-7511520560788255708</id><published>2007-02-26T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:50:24.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26/02/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feeling a bit bored after reading my chemistry. so i shall blog although nothing really happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to school @ 8 today. once again, the people at the bus stop were staring at me &amp; wondering why on earth was i so late for school but yet still looking so calm. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had english lessons which was spent doing reading &amp; had VL lessons after that. found out my class going to some restaurant to eat next week to learn more about dining aetiquette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Spent the rest of the day having more lessons &amp; think i'm going to izham's basic &amp;amp; 'elite' soccer training! then had chemistry for EPP &amp; waited like super long to have my chinese oral after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went home &amp; rotted until dinner. watched some stupid variety show on channel u at 8-9. its so lame &amp;amp; sick! got all these aunties dress like japanese schoolgirls who will chase the people &amp; kiss them!!!yuck...laughed until i almost fainted with my dad...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shall go back studying otherwise i'll die horribly during my test tommorrow. HAHA. jon wants to go out with yuhan after exams since she's so excited in meeting him. shall see her reaction when i ask her after all the tests are over...lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-7511520560788255708?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7511520560788255708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=7511520560788255708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7511520560788255708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7511520560788255708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/02/260207.html' title='26/02/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-8063603983068475896</id><published>2007-02-25T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:17:15.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25/02/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't feel like sleeping even though i have tuition @ 10 in the morning again tommorrow cause i'm feeling a bit crazy today. hope i don't oversleep on the bus like last time again when i go for tuition tommorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had choir this morning. Had auditions between sec2s to sec4s. Sec4s won again like usual. Lol...but i don't know why the eldest always wins...haha. having choir with only 1 hour on tuesday, but its from 4.30-5.30, so i can't go home early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had lunch with my bro after that. then went to the dog farm where me &amp; bojun cycled to once &amp;amp; where my dad used to bring me &amp; my sister to on sundays when we were much younger. saw many cute dogs!!! how i wish i had a pet dog, but my mom would scream her head off before she would allow having a dog in the house...haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went home after that &amp; played with my baby niece. seems like she has grown up a lot since last week cause she can actually walk much further &amp;amp; she's actually starting to recognise me!!! &amp; i actually had a peaceful conversation with my eldest sister after like 16 years of screaming at each other...haha...meaning that i myself have grown up a little bit...THAT'S GOOD!!!LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Been at the computer ever since after dinner. my mom was screaming at me for not studying, so i decided to read some chinese here a while ago. she just praised me for studying &amp;amp; went upstairs to sleep...haha...but i think i really need to study!!!CA week next week!!!better start studying!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-8063603983068475896?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8063603983068475896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=8063603983068475896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/8063603983068475896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/8063603983068475896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/02/250207.html' title='25/02/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-640818108401815302</id><published>2007-02-23T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:11:33.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23/02/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm in a crazy mood now!!!something's wrong with me!!!but i dunno what's wrong...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Got caught by Leonard Tan during assembly in the morning for my earstick.lol.It's like he purposely walked all the way to my class &amp; specially to me &amp;amp; asked me for my earstick lah, not like he can see my small puny earstick from the podium.what a loser sia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had lessons which i just dozed through with my eyes open after that, actually i was talking to clement most of the time lah...hahaha. Ended up having to change seats during physics in the science lab cause yuhan &amp; i kept talking...lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Managed to drag myself to choir after school &amp; behaved rather nonsensically because i just didn't feel like being in school...lol...attempted to run off with vincent &amp; charmaine halfway but end up they ostrasized me...lol...i trying to improve my english...haha...but i dunno how to spell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ended up skipping the sectionals by running off with gina, andrea &amp; jeremy &amp;amp; played captain's ball with the people from track all the way until 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Got choir again tmw!!!But i'm going to stop my nonsense &amp; behave properly tmw otherwise i might as well quit as SL &amp;amp; don't go for SYF...lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-640818108401815302?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/640818108401815302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=640818108401815302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/640818108401815302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/640818108401815302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/02/230207.html' title='23/02/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-2264299539882348963</id><published>2007-02-22T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:33:12.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22/02/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay!!!We beat 4r3 4-3!!!but now edmond just went a step further by calling me solo...sian...got scolded by brandon &amp; aetii after the match cause they really thought i solo...rather lazy to explain to them that when 2 people rush @ you from two directions, its rather hard to pass the ball to another player when you're trying to free yourself...&amp;amp; its not like mr edmond koh would pass the ball to me during the match...rather sick of his attitude...he can be like that during school time but @ least can we work together during a match?for the sake of the class?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shan't talk about it anymore since i've already told myself  countless times to just forgive &amp; FORGET...Anyway went t-mall with yuhan &amp;amp; yuanlin before meeting my bro. Talked until rather late then went home...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Found out that Daryl was sick...yet he still played for his class...he's good!!!yeah...got a headache now &amp;amp; my mom is screaming @ me cause i'm answering back to her screams...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-2264299539882348963?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2264299539882348963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=2264299539882348963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2264299539882348963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/2264299539882348963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/02/220207.html' title='22/02/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-7456438115350678102</id><published>2007-02-21T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:45:04.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21/02/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy belated birthday to my mom!!!haha...was her birthday yesterday, but my family already celebrated it on saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went back to school today &amp; felt nonsensical sitting beside darren who became a bit psycho after watching epic movie...clement didn't come school today cause he still on some cruise with his family...but he should be back now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Skipped EPP to go to Health Promotion Board @ Singapore General Hospital. Took 12 there from school direct &amp; had to stand all the way till aetii's stop then went to the second level to sit. got this nerdy Anglican High boy who sat @ the back beside where i was sitting had the same bag as me, so he gave me a wierd stare before looking out the window. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Took like 1 hour 15 min to get there...fell asleep most of the time...haha...late for my appointment by 6 min...lol...met the same bimbo female dentist again. She once again asked me how come my plate was stuck on my mouth &amp; how uncomfortable &amp;amp; troublesome it is to have such a thing stuck there...then she violently proceeded cleaning my teeth &amp; caused my gums to bleed...lol...i can still taste blood now...haha...then another dentist beside attempted to flirt with her...think she doesn't quite like him cause the nurse ended up replying him after she pretended to be hard @ work writing on my file...haha...like so cartoon sia...then she told me to go back 6 months from now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Took MRT back home &amp; met my long lost primary school classmate &amp;amp; sailor Ng Yihan!!!but he doesn't recognise me anymore cause he just looked @ me like a stranger...haha...lazy to approach him since he was with 2 other friends...found out he's in Anglican High...haha...so many of my long lost friends either there or @ Chung Cheng...i dunno how to spell that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Going to finish whatever homework i can remember &amp;amp; sleep!!!got match against r3 tmw!!!GONNA THRASH THEM!!!ROAR!!!lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-7456438115350678102?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7456438115350678102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=7456438115350678102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7456438115350678102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/7456438115350678102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/02/210207.html' title='21/02/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-6785050634412779783</id><published>2007-02-20T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T01:14:31.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20/02/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Woo!!!just finished watching Open Season on my com...haha...nice show...i'm the last person awake in my house again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My cousins came to my house this afternoon...but i got woken up in the morning cause my mom screamed @ me &amp; my sis to get up &amp;amp; help to prepare lunch for the big 'party' when my cousins came...but i just really only slacked &amp; cut some bread for the curry...lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Turned out only 3 of my cousins came with their family, so we had tons of leftovers which i just ate for dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Think i'm going to rot @ home tmw...feel like going out to watch movie...but my mom wants me to study chinese...haha...goodnight!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-6785050634412779783?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6785050634412779783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=6785050634412779783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/6785050634412779783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/6785050634412779783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/02/200207.html' title='20/02/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4058850041531928553</id><published>2007-02-18T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:51:48.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18/02/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!!I'm bored!!!But i don't feel like sleeping yet!!!lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Woke up @ 10 plus yesterday morning &amp; stayed at home the whole day playing my com until my sis &amp;amp; her family came...haha...my baby niece is a naughty girl now!!!she just learnt the art of sabo-ing people...cause she wanted to play with the mandarin oranges by throwing them around the living room, so i blocked her from the few bags of it. When she realised she couldn't get them, she tried to get me into trouble by pretending to fall down because i pushed her although she was actually just slowly sitting down then lie onto the floor...then she looked @ everyone else &amp; burst out crying...lol...i was like "huh?!?!what you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha...anyway gotta go visit my aunt early in the morning tmw, then going back home, but my sis wants to drag me to church cause i got no tuition...i'll think about it tmw...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4058850041531928553?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4058850041531928553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4058850041531928553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4058850041531928553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4058850041531928553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/02/180207.html' title='18/02/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4938566005183814074</id><published>2007-02-13T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:33:56.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13/02/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOL!!!The book 'the five people you meet in heaven' is so GOOD!!!This is the 1st book that i actually cried after reading it because its so powerful that it touches you @ the end...next book i planning to read is 'tuesdays with Morrie'!!!but now i'm going to continue with Eldest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feeling bored...got Loci test tmw!!!&amp; i don't understand any bit of it!!!haha...too bad lor...lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mrs Lock told me she heard about my higher chinese after choir today...she said my results is not only bad for my reputation as SL, but also bad to the whole choir...lol...then she told me to work hard...haha...yeah, don't worry...i just a bit bored of higher chinese since sec2 only...but now i cannot slack anymore also...sian...shall end with a part of the book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;LOVE, LIKE RAIN, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to the roots, keeping itself alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haha...reminds me of a bit of geography...but its rather true lah...although some people would not see the point where the love is really hidden below @ the roots of the relationship, thus feeling that their BF/GF does not care about them...got another nice part of the story also!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;PEOPLE SAY THEY "find" love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love. And Eddie (the main character) found a certain love with Marguerite (his wife), a grateful love, a deep but quiet love, one that he knew, above all else, was irreplaceable. Once she'd gone, he'd let the days go stale. He put his heart to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Think i'm getting a bit crazy cause its Valentine's day tmw...better stop before i type the whole book here...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4938566005183814074?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4938566005183814074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4938566005183814074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4938566005183814074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4938566005183814074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/02/130207.html' title='13/02/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-338096768496812350</id><published>2007-02-11T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:35:44.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/02/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hello!!!I'm BORED!!!lol...stayed at home the whole day...probably the reason why i'm feeling a bit crazy...haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My sister's friends came over again today to do their project...decided to steal their internet bandwidth by using the com as well while they were working...haha...then my sis complained to my mom when she came home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went out to play soccer @ 5.30...saw big leonard there together with dominic &amp; his friend...lol...they recognised me cause i was wearing NAS pe t-shirt...then they just grinned @ me...lol...played as defender...then my faithful boot of 1 &amp;amp; 1/2 years tore at the bottom...sian...means i need to get a new pair of boots!!!got a blister on each foot trying to pace shafik's side...especially dom's friend who had tattoos on his right shoulder...didn't dare tackle him roughly at first cause i thought he might get pissed off but turned out he's quite a fair player...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So sian...got history test tmw &amp;amp; chem test on tue...haven't studied for any of them yet...haha...still need to finish the chem holiday homework!!!lol...better start studying soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-338096768496812350?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/338096768496812350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=338096768496812350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/338096768496812350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/338096768496812350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/02/110207.html' title='11/02/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-5956532110113159745</id><published>2007-02-09T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:42:22.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9/02/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feeling a bit sad now...cause i got back my chinese o level results...got a B4...so i have to drop my higher chinese...sian...not because i like it, but because i have taken higher chinese since i was in primary 1...plus i got the lowest among all the higher chinese people in my level...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saw a lot of my seniors back @ school today...saw many sad &amp; happy faces too...haha...mam got the same score as my sis...good luck to her...had choir sectionals after that where i stupidly tripped over the already falling apart AC adapter &amp;amp; snapped the wire...lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Valentine's day is next wednesday!!!so fast!!!lol...but i think i'm just going to rot the day away in school then go home after that...almost the same thing every year for me...haha...rather used to it already...but i don't think i'm going to get anything special for anyone this year as well since there is no 1 to give presents to...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N-league's starting next week!!!&amp;amp; the 1st match is already against the defending champion which is 4r5...sian...good luck to my class then!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-5956532110113159745?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5956532110113159745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=5956532110113159745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5956532110113159745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/5956532110113159745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/02/90207.html' title='9/02/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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-18269114.post-4796766968597938475</id><published>2007-02-05T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:42:22.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5/02/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sheesh...i feel like plucking my stupid nose off...been sneezing continuously for the past 30min...my eyes can barely open...i can't do my homework!!!!!!&amp; they are due tmw!!!!plus i need to study for my chemistry test tmw!!!!!!i dun feel like going school tmw!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOW??????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269114-4796766968597938475?l=wats-a-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4796766968597938475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269114&amp;postID=4796766968597938475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4796766968597938475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269114/posts/default/4796766968597938475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wats-a-blog.blogspot.com/2007/02/50207.html' title='5/02/07'/><author><name>Fürs† der Fins†ernis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451299303030316088</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>
