<?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-15392318</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:44:56.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the king of breads</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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under construction though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-7793805974691025409?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/7793805974691025409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=7793805974691025409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/7793805974691025409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/7793805974691025409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/12/moved-httpthecassiatree.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1739167195065067903</id><published>2009-12-13T18:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:31:15.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lowmanting is in msia times square starbucks now. the shops here are really boring, it's just like spore -.- anyway i bought shades and two bags which are really cheap. and i've yet to satisfy my craving for frozen yoghurt. okay i shall be off to hunt for frozen yoghurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M COMING HOME IN LESS THAN 12 HOURS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off to hong kong again in a few days. yepss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY PLAY PLAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and EAT EAT EAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna get fat man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've been doing hardcore playing these days, hope i've burnt more calories den consumed them. mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i really want my frozen yoghurt now. ciaoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...if only it was you by my side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1739167195065067903?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1739167195065067903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i watcheddddd MY SISTER'S KEEPER yesterday and it's really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still failed to cry and it was quite funny when i din even realise which part i was supposed to be crying at. there was this particular part of the movie which was supposed to be quite touching, but i din noe so i was like making totally irrelevant comments about how Cameron diaz has really great acting skills and that anna's dad is quite hot. then i turned and looked at char and i realised she was crying so i was like "whoopss..darn, i thought u were supposed to give the time-to-cry cue". so shi bai!!!! well i almost teared, i could feel the moisture well up in my eyes. it jus needed a wee bit more to drip down my pupils but unfortunately, the wee bit din come. and once again, i failed to break the i-have-never-cried-watching-a-movie record for 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;but it's alright, i can always try again. i believe one day i can cry my heart out watching a damn sad, touching movie (provided that i stop making irrelevant comments).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we managed to catch a free ride from char's friends, one of which who had a really nice REEEEDD car, and i won the bet about the license plate number (man..i'm really good at these things). you see, i betted tt it has 237B and it turned out to be 1231B. WHEEEEE. but embarassingly, i got overly excited and literally JUMPED when i saw the car plate, exclaiming "YES!". LOL and i was like 'shit....' cuz the ppl in front turned around and started chuckling. damn throw face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly lost my life taking that ride in the car yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went touhua cheng after tt, and it turned out to be not quite what i expected. it was like a kopitiam lah, lousier than jollibean. raaa but i have to make do with it, since it's the only available food place near my new house-yes my new house. whoohooo&lt;br /&gt;and i ate YOU TIAO dipped in soy milk for the first time in my life! I never knew such a combi existed, cuz i dun really like you tiao anyway. but it was nicee!!&lt;br /&gt;it's rather ironical cuz i dip everything sort of crap food into liquids very often but can actually miss such a conventional one. you know, just that afternoon i was pouring coco crunch into a cup of earl grey tea. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i gotta be quick. char's hurrying me to go to cafe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just watched that RIS LOW interview with shan and rozz. It's damn hilarious!! LOLLL&lt;br /&gt;ris low sure has some entertainment value, though she may not be ms universe material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i jus pledged on facebook that i shall not use facebook and youtube and blogger anymore from today onwards until all the major papers are over, meaning that only paper ones are left. yepyepyep. so ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE blogger. i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all my friends who are battling the As in two weeks, GAN BA TE and all the best and you should not be seeing this cuz you r supposed to be muggin right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my bestie chen jingsheng, HAPPY BIRTHDAY in eight hours ten mins! I OWE YOU A BIRTHDAY SONG xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-928364785664742290?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/928364785664742290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=928364785664742290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/928364785664742290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/928364785664742290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-watcheddddd-my-sisters-keeper.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-5252805202569805557</id><published>2009-10-23T04:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:36:59.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG A levels is gonna me over soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE SO MANY THINGS I"M GONNA DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange tt i've come up with a list to do after As but not one before As yet -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to come up with a study plan but i do one by end of this week (procrastinating again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd of october. i feel like a werewolf gettin tormented once every month and it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a couple of days left to figure out how to regain my focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i wanna watch my sister's keeper, and i'm trying my best not to watch it this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez, went swimming yesterday. SWIMMING omg. i managed to complete four strokes, first time in my life. lol. i cant swim for nuts and i kept getting choked by the water entering my nostrils and stinging my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den i'm like physically shagged after that and for some reason i was damn hungry like every 2-3 hours? and i kept eating and eating. side effects of exercise LOL.and it doesnt help that mummy bought back 4 bars or chocolate, of which i ate three, cuz shop and save had it on sale.&lt;br /&gt;well i totally tried to sleep but failed badly. i jus cldnt drift off though my limbs felt like they were collapsing. i lay on my freakin bed for a total of 3+2+2 hours yesterday trying to nap cuz my body's tired, but apparently but mind isnt but my brain is cuz i couldnt do math. raaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm supposed to be sleeping it's bloody 435 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;js really makes ppl feel like playing piano. i cant wait for As to end den i'll chiong my piano and learn a few tricks on my bro's guitar. yep yep. and of cuz, get a harp! AND MY NEW HOUSE!! hahahahahahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all over. and &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the best way to get over a heartbreak-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take me out and let me fall back in again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-5252805202569805557?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/5252805202569805557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=5252805202569805557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5252805202569805557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5252805202569805557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg-levels-is-gonna-me-over-soon-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-4399477321323458518</id><published>2009-10-16T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:50:04.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i haven watched any movie for the past 24 hours. cheerioss. apparently i resisted the temptation of friday night movie on channel five (actually i simply forgot) and thankfully my sister's keeper's not out online yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;binged on alot of crap today. and as expected, ymca had good buffet AGAIN but i din empty my stomach for it cuz i was half-expecting no decent buffet but to my utter disappointment, there was this awesome pasta cream sauce fish which u can eat with rice and it's yummy. so damn, i had to fill my already filled stomach with more food. and man, i sure can eat. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;empied xuan's 2 water jugs and ate some random bread/cookies/biscuits but nth with any nutritional value at all. and seriously i was eating from like 2pm-6pm? PIG. OINK. but i cant really help it cuz today's really an irritating day. irritating piece of crap. how come our cca records had so many issues tt i got so #)$(@*#_$(#)* i din bother trying to recall everything. whatever. and berf and hy suddenly msg me about collecting some sch work when i'm alr at AMK. and i'm not intending to go back to sch after tdy. raaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well and i just had to gain weight at this point of time and add on to my stress. really, i deserve more movies (or mayb not.)&lt;br /&gt;so my report slip aint fantastic. apparently i have hit the below average scores for the first time in my entire NJ career (damn it), which is rather irritating and pissing off. thanks to some scheming a-hole. fuck to the core. why did i even come here????!!! thank god it's over, and i'm never gonna go back there again (unless it's for A levels of course). i wish a piranha would eat up the part of my brain that stores every single memory of NJC, that god damn place. except the part bout meeting veron and les-sing with her (that was fun). everything else, please, erase all those shit outta my head.i dunnid pollution to plague my brain, the environment has plenty of space for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me. din really have a great day too. but the pillow fight with lati was refreshingg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was nice seeing le long today, but not nice taking the packed bus tt was smelly. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i shall study tmr. start writing some study plan tdy i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-4399477321323458518?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/4399477321323458518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=4399477321323458518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4399477321323458518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4399477321323458518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-i-haven-watched-any-movie-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-3588096662731170071</id><published>2009-10-09T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:31:41.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>has it decayed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;char and dan is supposed to come over ton tonight but apparently they r nowhere in sight. I BET THEY ARE BOTH DATING OUTSIDE. scheming lil girlssss LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm so excited about FOOD SHOPPING TMR i cant wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this 4 flavoured bread from ion and i cant wait to get it. yep and i'm gonna get a big big present for VERON and JIAWEI cuz they have been awesome this week. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veron's one shall be value-added, like what i've agreed this afternoon. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i had a nice nice dinner just nowww. the sweet sour fish is awesome. apparently i ate like 70% of the fish and the veggies (with SCALLOPSS) and my parents gladly let me do so.yayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT 1000 SMSES!!! raaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i dun grow fat! or too fat at least. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LOW MAN TING IS BACK ON HER FEET!! okay hui dan is here! tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-3588096662731170071?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/3588096662731170071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=3588096662731170071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3588096662731170071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3588096662731170071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/10/has-it-decayed-char-and-dan-is-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-6003145394647061573</id><published>2009-10-03T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:04:52.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it that i never get anything when i try,&lt;br /&gt;but get everything when i don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't try for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i can't want anything.&lt;br /&gt;because i dun seem to be able to get the things that i want, which are things that i try to get.&lt;br /&gt;i just get things that i dun really want, and don't bother trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the saying that you cant want something too much or you'll lose it..?&lt;br /&gt;i think it so applies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get anything that i deserve.&lt;br /&gt;yet i get everything that i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys think it's unfair.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's unfair too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should teach myself to not want anything,&lt;br /&gt;so that i'll get everything.&lt;br /&gt;and need not have to go through all the pain&lt;br /&gt;of losing the things that you wanted&lt;br /&gt;again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun understand the way i function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have never tried so hard to trust someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There was never a need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-6003145394647061573?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/6003145394647061573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=6003145394647061573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6003145394647061573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6003145394647061573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-is-it-that-i-never-get-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-4748680074261307585</id><published>2009-09-29T03:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T03:33:08.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I Were A Boy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even just for a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd roll out of bed in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And throw on what I wanted and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drink beer with the guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And chase after girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd kick it with who I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'd never get confronted for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause they stick up to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I could understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause he's taking you for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I were a boyI would turn off my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell everyone it's broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So they'd think that I was sleeping alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd put myself first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And make the rules as I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I know that she'll be faithful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for me to come home, to come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a little too late for you to come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say it's just a mistake, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think I'd forgive you like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You thought wrooong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you don't understand, ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday you wish you were a better man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't listen to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't care how it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause you're taking her for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you're just a boy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/15392318-4748680074261307585?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/4748680074261307585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=4748680074261307585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4748680074261307585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4748680074261307585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-were-boy-beyonce-if-i-were-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1678973933552446380</id><published>2009-09-27T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:50:54.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i shall do my math hw tonight. and i shall limit myself to blogging only once a week. and facebook too, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daarriankeelemchutenierc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when flowers rot. they stink and attract gross insects. i'll learn how to preserve them.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8230132641574929687</id><published>2009-09-26T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:48:29.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn lucky bastard who's got people all around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i'm pathetic but i won't be anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't be naive and complacent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have been more prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and less foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a lovely day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8230132641574929687?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8230132641574929687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8230132641574929687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8230132641574929687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8230132641574929687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-lucky-bastard-whos-got-people-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-6174910399700910966</id><published>2009-09-26T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:25:53.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies.bookfair.h3.phone.hair.photos.shoe.shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I JUST CUT MY HAIR!!! haahhahaa and i loveee it, it's so much lighter now and i'm dropping less hair (i think), and plucking less too xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's my LAST paper. which is, H3 chem. it should die. i have god to thank if i pass -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw i think tony rocks. he makes me feel like cutting my hair more often. hahaa. i'm gonna rebond+perm+dyemyhairredbrown after As. and there's only one place i'm going and tt's gorgeous saloon (ehhh probably..).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way, there's a book fair at tampines which i'm trying to drag ppl to go with me. You get to exchange up to 5 old books for new ones for free!!! i want to go!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dropped by ah ma's place tdy, bought them some eclairs frm city hall. i tried the bailey's eclair (sounds cool yeah?) but it's soso only. LOL. but the BANANA CHOCOLATE pancake was good! and so was the auntie annies chicken pretzel. heh. i just cant seem to kick the habit of splurging on food when i have my atm card with me. ate alot of weird stuff today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gave ah ma and 2nd aunt a BIG BIG HUG each this afternoon xD they looked so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i went shopping around orchard just now. pretty convenient to move about alone, but it's less fun. managed to buy 2 pairs of shoesssssssssssssssssss. YAY~ finally. and i wanna buy a silver sports shoe from nike one of these days. hope it's still dere when i return! anw i walked from centrepoint to wisma to ion to wheelock to far east plaza within only a few hours. PRO RITE? can only accomplish tt when i'm alone. lol. shopping is most productive done alone. tried clothes from the box ensemble but they are all too big! though i'm secretly satisfied tt they are. LOL&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw i was cam-whoring with latiswatiauntiemonkeyfizzymaggiemee jus now after i found out tt my cam takes decent photos only with the CONTINUOUS mode. strangely, any other mode will jus give u blurred pictures &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385441131926427330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SrzuLRtAlsI/AAAAAAAAAak/1xujzt-ZUy8/s320/Mmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385441209317188258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SrzuPyAZ4qI/AAAAAAAAAas/FAXPlXYn-d4/s320/Study.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by the way i used the bottom one as my phone wall paper to remind me to study whenever i feel like distracting myself with the phone. ahhaaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANDDDDD.....................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am soooo gonna watch Accident and Inglorious Basterds. aahhhhhhhh i cant wait to watch lah!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, what a pretty post. ciaooo for now! xp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-6174910399700910966?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/6174910399700910966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=6174910399700910966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6174910399700910966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6174910399700910966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/09/moviesbookfairh3phonehairphotosshoeshop.html' title='movies.bookfair.h3.phone.hair.photos.shoe.shopping'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SrzuLRtAlsI/AAAAAAAAAak/1xujzt-ZUy8/s72-c/Mmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-7133971472599944414</id><published>2009-09-19T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:45:16.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuition.jasmine.kueh.movies</title><content type='html'>okay today is the number one slack day after a week long of prelims. i'm kinda worried about the repercussions, given tt i cursed myself jus a few days ago (tt misfortune will befall upon be should i fail to mug). lol&lt;br /&gt;OMG I JUST SAW AN ADVERTISEMENT ON TV THAT SAYS TT THE LEGEND OF THE SEEKER WILL BE OUT ON TV!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm sooo gonna watch it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i'm becoming a tv addict these days. i had no idea shows r so good now. or mayb it's just today. i'm watching Van Helsing now. and it's freakin exciting. AHHHHH!! there goes chemistry!! okay tomorrow i shall mug like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;watched the adventures of shark boy and lava girl and it's damn stupid but freakin amusing. lol. there are huge cookie (chocolate chip) which you can ride on down the stream of consciousness. hahaa makes me hungryyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.. speaking of food...HAPPY HARI RAYA! (tmr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i feel like a blardy slacker today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way the actors in the show have an indian accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg they are doin this experiement on a werewolf now. OMGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit the show is damn nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAMPIRESSSSS i love vampires!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i saw jasmine seah at learners lodge tdy! lol why r nj teachers all flocking over to learners' lodge?? i just saw ms lim there last week! haha and i saw another primary school friend there too!! and i just saw regina (another pri school friend) just a few weeks ago! lol everyone's going to learner's lodge. it's quite fun actually. anw i was like starring at jasmine seah just now, pretty shocked, partly cuz i din expect to see her there, and partly cuz i thought she's really quite pretty upclose. lol i get stunned at pretty ladies.hahaa btw i totally drooled at today's Newpaper, featuring racing babes. heh. i think jasmine really suits jasmine seah, she reminds me of heaven and earth jasmine green tea for some reason. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch this movie called aware..it's recommended by the gp teacher today. speaking about the gp lesson..it's a freakin waste of time. i wanted to take out my chem and do la. damn waste time i rather not go for makeup &gt;.&lt; i pity those ppl there, i almost got admitted into that class. luckily i got augustine chan, and his name's nice. the makeup class i went today was damn useless and damn draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw the horses look damn cool here!!omg the vampires are catching up! super show man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-7133971472599944414?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/7133971472599944414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=7133971472599944414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/7133971472599944414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/7133971472599944414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuitionjasminekuehmovies.html' title='tuition.jasmine.kueh.movies'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-3422342718341609888</id><published>2009-09-18T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:49:33.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had an effing mental block during chemistry yesterday. it's really depressing :((((&lt;br /&gt;and i found out that i memorised the thermodynamics equation wrongly yesterday. to think i actually didnt suspect at al that i rmbed it wrongly &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm seriously balding cuz i keep plucking out my hair. it's so irritating. i'm gonna cut hair tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh and i ate alot today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's sth wrong with my attitude towards my academic studies currently. i knew i didnt used to be like that. for some reason, it all doesnt seem to matter to me now. it's like "i-dun-give-a-shit-a-bout-A-levels" that kinda attitude, that's killing my prelims. i dun feel like i'm taking the papers seriously. it's damn freakin irritating because i have no freakin idea why i became like that. it's gonna jeopardise and crush all hopes of studying medicine. but i have this natural tendency to screw up my life when it's fine, yet be abnormally fine when it's utterly screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i should really keep my hands off my hair!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-3422342718341609888?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/3422342718341609888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=3422342718341609888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3422342718341609888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3422342718341609888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-effing-mental-block-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-2101792249489823082</id><published>2009-09-08T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:21:28.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>raaaaaa today's weather is crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's 090909 tmr!! why isnt anyone as excited about it as i am &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's really sad that there's no one to celebrate it with me tmrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;all those piecess of shit who dun really give a damn about nice dates. but i like nine!!! it's my jersey numberrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whateverr. i'm totally slack today cuz i had piano lesson which makes me not feel like studying at all after that. i did ONE pathetic chem topic today. waste of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-2101792249489823082?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/2101792249489823082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=2101792249489823082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2101792249489823082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2101792249489823082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/09/raaaaaa-todays-weather-is-crazy-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8580887301101311724</id><published>2009-09-06T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:39:26.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sso.shower.stm.biopolis</title><content type='html'>there's a free concert by sso at botanic gardens tmr evening&lt;br /&gt;and the only reason why i wun be going is becuz i have no effing idea how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i utterly cannot make sense out of mutton's directions. god knows where the hell's tanglin mall or nus bukit timah or old ccab (or what it stands for). i dun even noe how on earth we ended up there so many times.it's freakin IRRITATING. how can anyone be so lost in SINGAPORE you tell me???? _#)(&lt;a href="mailto:*$_@(#*%_#()*$"&gt;*$_@(#*%_#()*$&lt;/a&gt;_)(*@(*# whatever. stupid ulu-nated swan's lake.sso shld hold a concert at the park downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDD&lt;br /&gt;i think there's sth seriously wrong with my brain.&lt;br /&gt;i shampooed my hair twice when showering yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i soap-ed my myself twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr what am i gonna do huh? wear my clothes twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suspect this has sth to do with my lack of fish intake (and all that DHA RNA Omega3 fatty acids tt comes with it) when i was young that led to the underdevelopment of my memory. seriously, i never met someone so forgetful like myself. i either have ultra ultra ultra^23 short-term memory or i dun even have any memory to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i almost forgot MR TEO's name during math on friday. thank godness it's ALMOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or mayb it has got sth to do with me cursing myself ytd in my diary. apparently i swore an oath to mug hard and cursed myself if i ever break that oath. huimin says i'm crazy. but ya, so i have trapped myself into eternal muggerhood (okay it's just 2 months actually) or dieee a terrible death. today i kindaa broke a little of that oath. kinda..if u wanna be anal about it. but on the non-anal perspective, i still kept to it okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the next challenge for me is to figure out how to get to Biopolis by 7th sept. alternatively (which is really the more favourable option), i can coax yipeng to bring me there. LOL. i supposed he'd be interested in the mbss-phd talk. if not, i shall make him interested. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sssssscccccccccccrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww yyyyoooooouuuuuuuuu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8580887301101311724?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8580887301101311724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8580887301101311724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8580887301101311724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8580887301101311724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/09/ssoshowerstmbiopolis.html' title='sso.shower.stm.biopolis'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-7733784874929100704</id><published>2009-09-05T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:30:21.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay the first phase of exams is over. yayayayay!! and i'm taking a well-deserved (i think) break from all that ECONS shit.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really happy that i can finally touch my CHEMISTRY AND PHYSICS!!!! ho. i love chemistry. and i'm pretty enthu about studying it but for some reason, the natural laziness in me is making me procrastinate even doing sth i like. lol.&lt;br /&gt;well i didnt do any work tdy, feeling rather guilty now. heh. i swore to be a mugger!!! SHALL NOT FORGET&lt;br /&gt;was watching this dvd called legend of the demigods, just finished the last episode. it's a canto show by my fav actress-zhong ga yan. she's really really pretty. but the male actors are so uglyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy yuck.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i still think leonardo di caprio's the hottest.&lt;br /&gt;then i watched this taiwan variety show and it's DAMN FUNNY. JACKY WU DANCED BALLROOM. freakin hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and huimin thinks i make a better superhero sidekick than pamela, which is quite crappy, cuz she says i always have FOOD and i'll attack the enemy. how flattering. but i will actually.&lt;br /&gt;and i went to follow her and wrote a random note that answers 10 random questions from a question generator. but the questions r pretty appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i love sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall not forget to study H3. though i think i'd most likely will. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr mutton called yesterday night. it was one of the awfully rare times when i picked up a call immediately. i'm not used to our timings being appropriate.i'm more used to missing his call when i'm in the middle of the shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-7733784874929100704?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/7733784874929100704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=7733784874929100704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/7733784874929100704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/7733784874929100704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-first-phase-of-exams-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-5619954253221738624</id><published>2009-08-29T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:41:59.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hundarto rocks my life. cheerios&lt;br /&gt;i wish we can meet up everyday!! just like beforeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-5619954253221738624?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/5619954253221738624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=5619954253221738624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5619954253221738624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5619954253221738624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/08/hundarto-rocks-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1822643068018815247</id><published>2009-08-27T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:11:08.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for some reason, i keep scratching my head and plucking out my hair nowadays. i'm gonna go bald soon at this rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'm going to school tmr. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1822643068018815247?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1822643068018815247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1822643068018815247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1822643068018815247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1822643068018815247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-some-reason-i-keep-scratching-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1816840775523797692</id><published>2009-08-26T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:45:40.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw someone, who was once a somebody to me, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me wanna try and salvage everything possible, this very moment, this very second, and every other second thereafter, to try and keep the somebody today still a somebody tomorrow and not a once a somebody. but i was told to shut up and sit still and let us die if it really is heading that way. i believe, based on nothing but pure faith, that it's not, and it will not be, at least in the short run. but it's frightening to think that maybe tmr or someday soon, i'd realise how foolish and naive i had been. and that same familiar feeling, of being conned by life itself, will return once again. and then i can foresee myself wonder, why is it that i never learn despite all these countless lessons, why is it that i let myself get tricked by the laws governing destiny time and again? and i tend to foresee alot these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could get over and done with prelims as soon as possible, regardless of whether i'm prepared or not, and i'm obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may god protect me should i fail to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i fear that if this goes on, we'd end up total strangers that walk past without acknowledging each other...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1816840775523797692?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1816840775523797692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1816840775523797692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1816840775523797692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1816840775523797692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-saw-someone-who-was-once-somebody-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-2481078375613793242</id><published>2009-08-26T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:50:33.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's difficult to concentrate when i've trapped myself in a world tt includes u in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how can one not expect a person to not be depressed, having to take so much &lt;em&gt;unecessary&lt;/em&gt; bullcrap.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i've learned how to.i really have myself to thank for being paranoid and thus, prepared enough to withstand stuff liddat. otherwise, i'd probably be cutting myself in some random corner right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and big thanks to js who's always there to save me.&lt;br /&gt;and minnie seah and meilani who're always so lovely and they never hesitate to shower me with all the love and care that i lack of right now.LOL. awwww..i cant wait to see mei this friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst these bullcrap,&lt;br /&gt;at least,&lt;br /&gt;on the positive side,&lt;br /&gt;it's wonderful to know that there are people whom you can always count on,&lt;br /&gt;even when the sky crashes down on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-2481078375613793242?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/2481078375613793242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=2481078375613793242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2481078375613793242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2481078375613793242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-difficult-to-concentrate-when-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-6797998848898433517</id><published>2009-08-25T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:32:13.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pettythings.blog.mug.water.pimple.truncatedtimetable</title><content type='html'>oh hello bloggy, i missed you. okay i have till 1230 to blog. then i shall go and do my daily five math questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been kinda shitty these few days except recently, okay i'm contradicting. well, i saw ah shu tdy, which is really nice, cuz i've not seen her for MONTHS. and next up, i'm gonna meet mei cuz i really wanna see her too. tt's the up side about these days.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, prelims' r next week and i cant seem to focus. honestly i'm a lil worried about skipping so many days of school, on the basis of self-revision for econs, which is true, at least to some extent. but i wonder if it's really okay to not touch chem and physics at all, till like september holidays, to focus on econs, which is not really working cuz i've been really unproductive and i have no idea how to revise for econs. i find revising for sciences much much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh jus sth random, my house is not gonna have water on the 28th cuz they are doing the pipes. so be sure that i'm not at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajcians are having truncated timetable alr, while i have truncated my timetable one week ago. it's really shiok to sleep so much everyday. but i'm supposed to be up early and study!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have serious trouble focusing for some odd reason. raaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i seem to have this weird fetish for squeezing acne outta my nose (eww.___) these days. it's scarring my face but i dun really care. and i like to pluck out my fringe recently too, and it's making me bald. raaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya and i've rubbed on some pettiness over these period of time. so now i'm pettier about stuff that u'll be petty about. can i like stop being a sponge and suck up everything from everyone?it's irritating. oh wells.i should work on trying not to be influenced by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's pretty crap to keep on having to rely on imagination when you aint even dead yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-6797998848898433517?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/6797998848898433517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=6797998848898433517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6797998848898433517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6797998848898433517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/08/pettythingsblogmugwaterpimpletruncatedt.html' title='pettythings.blog.mug.water.pimple.truncatedtimetable'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8383681188947136880</id><published>2009-07-24T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:46:32.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waaaaaaaaaaaa so saddddd!! our anniversary's over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want a scholarship to study overseas.but it seems so so so hard to get one. raaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8383681188947136880?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8383681188947136880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8383681188947136880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8383681188947136880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8383681188947136880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/07/waaaaaaaaaaaa-so-saddddd-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8183779992281360386</id><published>2009-06-16T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:14:27.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ya and i forgot to mention that i wanna watch the Ghosts of ex-gf from the past or sth liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you haven realised, the real motive was actually to procrastinate showering. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm trying to ignore it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8183779992281360386?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8183779992281360386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8183779992281360386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8183779992281360386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8183779992281360386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-ya-and-i-forgot-to-mention-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1142912198379233661</id><published>2009-06-16T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:07:00.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i was reading through my old blog entries, those from diaryland and xanga (and their freakin act-cute use of ah lian language) and also this current one. The entries traced back to 2004, where i was jus like sec one. and i even found and old picture of myself (that i lost after my com died)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347919302634042930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SjegRXD09jI/AAAAAAAAAVI/26kDM5aGPGk/s320/Suc57704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what caught my attention wasnt the old pics or the horrendous use of vocabulary, it was how early all these distinct character traits of mine started developing, how i hated some things and adored others (and still do now). And reading about all those personal recount bgr-related entries somehow wrenches my heart in a really ouch way. but really, re-reading them allows me to see myself from a third person's perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've realised that just because you never make mistakes doesnt mean that you're never wrong, not doing the right thing is also a mistake. it's not about not doing the wrong things, it's more about doing the right ones. and i really need to learn and apply that, cuz all along i've been fearing to do the wrong things too much to actually do anything at all, including what's right. that has got to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got to revisit all those things that i find exceptionally intolerable, and strangely i had a deja vu feeling of irritation just by reading. it was really worse last time, i guess i've become alot more patient along the years huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay yea, i have a sore itchy throat by the way. it's really irritating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was one post that interest me though, especially i mean, it was in chinese. about 2 guys i've met in my then sixteen years of life that taught me alot. the thing is- i didnt mention who they were, probably cuz i assumed i'd remember but apparently not (and i once complained that i hated my memory equivalent to a 3 year old kid or 80 year old grandma in an entry-i guess memory loss has been haunting me since ages way back). i supposed i ought to know who they are, i think i do, at least i'm sure about one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always believed that god brings different people into your life, and you into others' lives, for a reason, albeit an unimportant one. but your stories merge for a reason (and it's pretty cool to think of the billions and zillions of stories across the world merging into one huge encyclopedia of stories-it's like a gigantic bible and yours is one chapter out of that great book). So yeah, everyone around you deserves that bit of attention you miserly refuse to give. who knows, you'd be surprised at what you'd be getting back. And at some point of time, "Learn from others" became one of the core values by which i live on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i supposed i treasure each and every one of my experiences too much to jus 'drop the past'. i dont know if it's a good thing to cling on to memories (ironically for me) but i guess i can never want to forget any part of my life, be it shadowy or cheery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now now, i've been procrastinating chem for long enough. i dun actually wanna do chem in bird park tomorrow! and yes, procrastinating was a pretty common word in my previous blog posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1142912198379233661?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1142912198379233661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1142912198379233661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1142912198379233661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1142912198379233661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-reading-through-my-old-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SjegRXD09jI/AAAAAAAAAVI/26kDM5aGPGk/s72-c/Suc57704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-5737109428390131226</id><published>2009-03-20T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:38:36.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. i miss blogging. dun really have the time to blog. FINALLY IT'S HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gz camp jus ended and my bloody phone had to die during the camp. raaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus watched first daughter, which was not bad. the president's daughter fell for her body guard. oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;now watching lake house. keenu reeves...okay.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch a horror film. lalaa&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna see lee li xuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been putting on weight and i'm afraid i cant fit into my gz costume for syf. lol. got a few pounds to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have pimple-squeeze ocd. apparently my complexion is kinda ruined thanks to my tendency to pop and squeeze all my pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching lake house and it's snowing in the show. I miss the snow is japan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever. i need to go practise guzheng. i'm one quarter through my homework. okay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-5737109428390131226?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/5737109428390131226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=5737109428390131226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5737109428390131226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5737109428390131226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1203568861289933821</id><published>2009-01-10T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:31:04.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my oh my...i havent started on physic, econs, gp!&lt;br /&gt;havent revised for chem test on mon.&lt;br /&gt;havent done chem tutorial and online quiz.&lt;br /&gt;havent havent havent.&lt;br /&gt;havent done theory either!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to watch more movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched benjamin button tdy, and i din realize brat pitt was benjamin button until around the end. so i lost the bet (of one movies ticket that he gets to pick the show) to jeremiah mutton.&lt;br /&gt;i haven watched dark knight, iron man, hancock, quantum of solace, lakehouse, the notebook, body of lies etc. jus to name a few that i really intend to watch in the next few days...&lt;br /&gt;i smell waffle pancake from downstairs..mmm..&lt;br /&gt;and i haven satisfied my cha ye dan craving (i'm bent on getting it no matter what the next three days). but i had udders icecream ytd-for free, wheeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the anderson bballers alot alot. and i miss basketball.&lt;br /&gt;freakin ankle's still being naughty. -sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow, i'm gonna finish up my chem and gp homework (and hopefully econs). yep yep. oh ya and theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh screw homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch a movie lahhhhhhhh lah lah lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1203568861289933821?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1203568861289933821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1203568861289933821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1203568861289933821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1203568861289933821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-379615305235294752</id><published>2009-01-09T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:13:15.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i'm not taking up dance anymore this year. i'm in financial crisis rite now. shitttttt my account is currently -125sgd each month. so yeah..screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if ex-co piss me off somemore with all these last minute arrangements, i'm quitting it. it's not like they need me or anything anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss basketball and my ankle hasn't recovered yet. crapppppppp what is wrong with it. seriously lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever. i wanna go get food-more food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-6319273285694622403</id><published>2009-01-02T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:11:01.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;bless my sisters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant see in the dark-need more carrots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;outshine the fireworks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-6319273285694622403?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/6319273285694622403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man..i have to squeeze in harp, piano and sinseh appointment tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i owe my piano teacher 2 weeks of theory.&lt;br /&gt;i owe my chem teacher 2 weeks overdued homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year's gonna be pretty busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta allocate a day for harp (preferably sat), piano (sun), guzheng, dance, gp tuition (sun), jap class (sat), gz cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew..how fun is that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-3339361248615978844?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/3339361248615978844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=3339361248615978844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the show's damn nice. it's so funny! hahahahahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-2850918494144162052?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/2850918494144162052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=2850918494144162052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2850918494144162052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2850918494144162052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-im-watching-50-first-dates-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8676567041460877100</id><published>2008-12-18T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:13:17.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO SINGAPORE! i'm back!!! actually since 26 hours ago...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan trip in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I ate alot of rice and had constipation as a result. The amt of rice i ate this week is like comparable to what how much rice i ate for the entire rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I love kamakura high sch ppl!!! I miss akina kazu and natsuki! not forgetting kenjo-san. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)My japanese suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)The NJ peeps who went Wasedas are a bunch of rockers. WE ROCK, kokulitzekoko!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I'm the BOMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)I dated Geraldine and she outraged my modesty several times. haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)We went skiing!!! but it aggravated my ankle injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)IT SNOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)I'm a pro at shopping. wheee i din spend more den 2000 yen on a single item. i think the most ex was arnd 1500yen. most of the food i bought was 200yen. wahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)I love oreo strawberry~~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)I spent 112 sg dollars on a 34min long phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I din sleep for one night at all and was still uber high. wheeee dun mess with the BOMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)i da bao-ed alot of things from the hotel including: shampoo. soap. towels. toothbrush. shaving lotion. slippers. pillow. facial wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I was game MASTER for polar bear. and i was the shifu for scissors paper stone game. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) we partied in my room during last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)i spoke tamil during the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) I love japan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm facebook-ing...trying to at least. still not sure how to use it. lalala. waiting for ppl to add me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed mutton like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8676567041460877100?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8676567041460877100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8676567041460877100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8676567041460877100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8676567041460877100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-singapore-im-back-actually-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-261845862745357648</id><published>2008-12-08T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:41:14.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy but bloated today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-261845862745357648?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/261845862745357648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=261845862745357648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/261845862745357648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/261845862745357648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-diary-im-happy-but-bloated-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-4110841311202813121</id><published>2008-12-04T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:39:22.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>geez i jus watched a thai gay movie...&lt;br /&gt;well, it has some meaning though the kissing part was really.....oh nevermind.i slapped myself during tt part unknowingly cuz i was too agitated. zzz..&lt;br /&gt;the whole show was like trying to bring out the point that &lt;em&gt;if you decide to let yourself fall deeply in love, you have to be prepared to leave the one you love, because parting is inevitable in life&lt;/em&gt;. ya i thought that was pretty relevant..even though it's a gay show..but dun get me wrong, i have nothing against gays. but it's really sad, that they (the main characters) cant be tgt in the end.. now dun get me wrong, i'm not pro-gays either. i'm on the fence, on the fence okay.. but generally, i think gay guys are nicer people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i went to yishun library jus now and picked up a pile of non-fiction books. lol. i read about bach and beethovan's biography. apparently beethovan became death due to some random biological issues and not becuz he stuck a harpoon into his ear, like wad my mom told me when i was young (and i actually believed it).i feel so cheated.. i guess my talent in telling half-truths come from my mom huh..&lt;br /&gt;and i borrowed some books on diabetes, steroids and date rape drugs. heh. it looks cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been being nocturnal the past 2 days, like seriously nocturnal. apparently i slept at 12pm one day, and slept at 8am the other day. today i'm sleeping at..i dont noe, 4am? i'm improving okay..&lt;br /&gt;raaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mutton is still in chalet and i'm not going over to pasir ris to stalk him. geez..sorry but i really dislike taking transport. cant stand the long lonely train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! there's alot of lingerie sale in northpoint. hahaha. i bought Levis undies xD whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was irritated cuz i had to drag myself outta my house to go and return library books tt's due ytd, and after i returned i realised tt i still have 2 books with mutton so i'm still going to smear my clean never-overdue library record after all. arghhhhhh, i think i'll end up returning for him too. i doubt he will actually go to the library himself, lolsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of berry flavoured yoghurt linguine pasta yesterday. gosh, so specific. it'd odd...i've never seen a dish liddat, i dun even noe if it's edible. but it tasted good in the dream.. i'll try to make it mayb tmr or sth. haha&lt;br /&gt;okay i've decided to sleep at five today, so tt i can wake up at one. lalalaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my table's messy again, i thought i just packed it last week..?? oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay tt's all, gg shower. and decide wad show to watch later. ciao =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-4110841311202813121?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/4110841311202813121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=4110841311202813121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4110841311202813121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4110841311202813121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/12/geez-i-jus-watched-thai-gay-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-6396649260502736899</id><published>2008-12-03T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T03:19:32.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sian......noone's awake at 3am. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;i finished watching yi zhi mei and the ending is stupid again. in the end no one noes wad happened to the protagonist. whatever la..irritating. but lee joon hee is alluring lah..heh. he has amusing eyes, which are very him lah. it's like doping upwards, in a nice way. ahahaha. and he flies around in black suit and steals everything. okay okay i'm not interested in fictional korean batmen. i shall remain faithful to mutton even if lee joon hee wants to date me.hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite high now..jus came back frm airport after sending off wing. well not just, three hours ago maybe..lol. today is so funny, i had dinner den supper den supper number 2. but opps...i'm not supposed to eat desserts and rubbish cuz i'm having a bad throat. haha. it's dad's fault, he bought back chocolate ice cream cake and treated macdonalds for supper two. so yea..who'd say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm watching another cinderella story. it's quite nice. lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-6396649260502736899?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/6396649260502736899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>wheee i went to seletar reservoir today, despite the killer cramps attack. mutton and I have yet to master the art of piggy-backing and being piggy-backed. why on earth izzit called &lt;em&gt;piggy&lt;/em&gt;-backing in the first place i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very tempted to watch a movie tonight. very very very tempted. but i'm supposed to slp at 12.45 today. rrraaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus watched one episode of yi zhi mei (yess mama bought it! i jus knew she cant resist lee joon hee). but the show's still quite sian now..cuz lee joon hee haven really appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weighing scale is screwed, either that or i peed out 0.8kg of water, which really doesnt make sense. tt's just so absurd. anyway i was so &gt;.&lt; that i told my mom "ai ya, this weighing scale's retarded. we jus weigh three times and take the average lah." lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have stupid intense brattish cravings for brocolli and yu pian these days, and they are unsatisfiable. mutton bought me a nice tasty bowl of yu pian mian xian from food republic but it wasnt enough to satisfy my yu pian craving lah..so tmr i'm gonna eat yu pian zhou lo..=)) but mutton rocks lah, to the apple core and preserved plum core, whatever tt's supposed to mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i have to give credit to my maid ladi for being such an awesome cook. seriously, she cooks better than the cai fan uncle. brocolli especially. i should've bought brocolli home and ask her to cook for me lah, tt'll b alot cheaper, and alot more too. budden again, i'd hav to wait alot longer. and i cannot wait, when it comes to food. LOL. i'm gonna eat at home as much as i can next week cuz i wun get to eat ladi's food when i go japan..awww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i should really go shower..it's gettin late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid cramps. period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1024890766919635613?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1024890766919635613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1024890766919635613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1024890766919635613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1024890766919635613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/11/wheee-i-went-to-seletar-reservoir-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1549064268368103952</id><published>2008-11-29T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T14:28:17.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i jus visited huimin's blog. True Blood seems rather tempting to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched super ex-gf this morning and some korean anime called 100year-old fox or sth. and i'm gonna watch penelope and mannequin, 2 diff movies btw, next. true blood and twilights not out yet, at least for my china program (i refuse to watch crap quality movie6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my happy journal's out (stupid corny name but whatever.) but it's password protected. whoever wanna read it gotta ask for permission first. yea those who'll get it, you probably know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepyep.&lt;br /&gt;man i feel like puking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1549064268368103952?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-5993475499791158847</id><published>2008-11-29T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:59:34.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bitch cramps. period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-5993475499791158847?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/5993475499791158847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=5993475499791158847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5993475499791158847'/><link 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party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-house-husbands are the in thing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-howl's moving castle is a nice show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sweet secret's tiramisu cake is really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i squeezed my freakin pimples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i got lost on the way to h.a.'s house-again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Ghost busters" theme song has sentimental value to h.a.'s brother.&lt;br /&gt;-Charlene and I played 'caterpillar'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-butter stinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-happy birthday jiankai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i miss mutton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273221201636914034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SS4-voGgc3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/qwTz0wWlop4/s200/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; why is charlene still taller than me when we're lying down? -.-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273221558694995650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SS4_EaPyZsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QRllSTkQtq4/s200/DSC01000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;clockwise from bottom left: my leg, h.a.'s, jk's, pan's............................................okay fine, the first one is yin fong's leg, not mine. damn...where got ppl's leg so nice one! not fair! must be fake one..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273222451973654514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SS4_4Z-BB_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/QWpUNseERTw/s200/DSC01001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hahahhaahaa this is quite scary..i think.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273223082224925842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SS5AdF1oPJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/b4vrzsWYpbo/s200/DSC00934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg look at my spastic face. i want to luff out loud man.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273222879597045650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SS5ARS_YJ5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/keQFkfGzJ20/s200/DSC00950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;okay the grand finale! i suspect i was possessed by a spirit. why din anyone call the ghostbusters??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the oldie song "tell laura i love her...."s been ringing in my mind for the past 2 days. urgh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-7207430012761729144?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/7207430012761729144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=7207430012761729144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/7207430012761729144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/7207430012761729144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-just-came-back-from-h.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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think the doc cheated my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house ran out of healthy food alr, so i hav no choice but to snack on rubbish. really it's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have random yoghurt and brocolli craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i wanna play tennis, irritating ankle. raaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is stupid. i hav harp lesson later i dunno how i'm supposed to ask my mom to gimme $$$ for lesson fees. sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno la dunno la. pissy mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-7288495329606173671?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/7288495329606173671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=7288495329606173671' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SSQC_RPewDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KPkRzlmwEsg/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270340749913669682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SSQC_RPewDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KPkRzlmwEsg/s200/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SSQC6hjxYyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6wH40kSq2R8/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GROSSEST PORK FEET EVER IN HISTORY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walking around in pumps and a bandaged feet is so darn embarrassing...what a head turner. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-5846414220891675072?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SSQC_RPewDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KPkRzlmwEsg/s72-c/DSC00956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8320356040411543531</id><published>2008-11-19T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:03:25.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i pride myself on being able to understand and accept me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expect an edusave scholarship this year. i am currently in monetary crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm grounding myself for the next 2 days because my ankle is still sprained. apparently the doc gave me another 3 day course of pills to swallow, which i had carelessly choked on this afternoon, and applied another large dab of chinese herbal medicine on the swell, which is really inconvenient cuz i cant shower without wrapping my feet in plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read my previous posts when deleting the archives from my new blog skin. it was a little...overwhelming, everything that i had went through emotionally, everything so personal. i'm glad i had taken it all down. i have a lot to learn from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not spending money.notnotnot gonna spend money. i want to save up for a harp harp harp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan pi dan zhou tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8320356040411543531?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8320356040411543531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8320356040411543531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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earrings and bracelets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i packed my cupboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;man...i really have a hoard of clothes. i did my best and managed to dump 2 tee-shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;really, a stack of them has sentimental value, like pyps camp shirt, sch tee-shirts, class tees, cca tees, so i cant really toss them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another stack's from my brother, which are like new and branded so it'd be a huge waste to jus dump them into the bin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the final stack's my own clothes, which are the nicest on me so i hav no reason to dump them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and apparently, i realised i have alot of black and white clothes, which stops me from dumping any other coloured clothing or i'll only have black and white left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dumped 2 blacks btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i organised my clothes for the fun of it, and i hope it'd stay organised for the next one and a half month at least, though my maid and i doubt so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's 3 piles of shirts now: collared shirts with my shirts; unglam oversized shirts tt i only wear to sleep; decent looking shirts that i can wear to the market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;den i stacked up all the shorts and bbal pants and 3 quarter pants and yoga pants and track pants at one corner. and the sleeveless clothes that are not decent enough, i hang it on top for convenience, esp when the weather gets all hot and sweltering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the other cupboard, which i hang my dresses and "to the city" outfits in, i rearranged the contents too. and i really do have alot of clothes-jackets/blouses/dresses- and i hung them all nicely. the skirts and long,baggy s&amp;amp;k pants are stacked up separately below (jeans with the s&amp;amp;k pants). yep. then school uniform's hung up while sch tees and pe shirts chunked in one corner for the holidays. and i really enjoyed packing lah. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a couple of things tt needs restructuring in my room too..hmm..i should like clear out my PW corner, and the tidy up the vain corner. i really have alot of rubbish in my room huh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalalala so fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my new pretty earring rack =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm still having troubles figuring out how to use facebook -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i miss mutton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i'm in a good mood today, so i shall upload a photo of js and me (cuz i look decently okay for once)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269162270571125314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SR_TKvlIWkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/z7zN-V6XSUU/s320/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent 768 bucks in two days. can i have a round of applause please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-4746186254294419645?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/4746186254294419645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=4746186254294419645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4746186254294419645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4746186254294419645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-this-recent-craze-for-packing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SR_TKvlIWkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/z7zN-V6XSUU/s72-c/DSC00925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-532144473244524852</id><published>2008-11-14T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:11:58.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a good old part of me wants to cling on to that shallow past. i do miss the attention, but i dont need it anymore, never needed it in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. why cant i have everything.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to drink tonnes of water everyday without having the need to go toilet.&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat every single sugar loaded dessert on earth without facing the risk of diabetes or obesity.&lt;br /&gt;i want to sing songs everyday, out loud, with everyone else deaf to my voice.&lt;br /&gt;i want to talk to inanimate objects and hear their reply.&lt;br /&gt;i want to experience everything that one can experience without any implication to anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;i want never to feel obliged to explain anything i do, think, feel.&lt;br /&gt;i want to wander off aimlessly, to wherever my instinct takes me, without anyone questioning why.&lt;br /&gt;i want to do whatever i want, without facing consequences that involve other individuals.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be individual.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically whatever I want is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm worried about this characteristic of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-532144473244524852?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/532144473244524852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=532144473244524852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/532144473244524852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/532144473244524852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-old-part-of-me-wants-to-cling-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-3054014366957984928</id><published>2008-11-14T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:29:24.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm fiddling with face book rite now..haven touched it since i started an account months ago. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-3054014366957984928?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/3054014366957984928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=3054014366957984928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3054014366957984928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3054014366957984928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-fiddling-with-face-book-rite-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-583539444715553810</id><published>2008-11-07T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:26:25.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really gettin irritated at my ankle cuz it's not getting any better. the tendon/ligament hurts more today, and i really suspect it's due to my inactivity. but i was told to rest rest rest. so i jus sleep throughout the day and watch dvds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno lah. freakin irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel sick and nauseated these few days. mayb it's due to the stuffy weather. anyway i dun like this, i want to get better and go out to play.&lt;br /&gt;all i do is eat chocolates &amp;amp; suck on lollipops, watch korean dramas and sleep. i dun even have the mood to play music lah. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my heart's beating rather rapidly for no apparent reason. i think there's something wrong with me, really. or am i jus paranoid...dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like cryin!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-583539444715553810?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/583539444715553810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=583539444715553810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/583539444715553810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/583539444715553810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-gettin-irritated-at-my-ankle.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1158144222294546092</id><published>2008-11-05T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:06:53.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PEEDOUBLEYOU IS OVER!!! ahhhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i had really really nice desserts. wheeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez, i miss lelong like crap. MUST PLAY MAHJONG. SMS HER NOW. though it's one am. but nobody sleeps at one lah. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1158144222294546092?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1158144222294546092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1158144222294546092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1158144222294546092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1158144222294546092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/11/peedoubleyou-is-over-ahhhhhhhhhh-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-2694513358660962996</id><published>2008-10-29T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:58:12.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes sharon, i do miss sports. i wanna play bball tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perplexing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh my class photo look funny, i mean me in my class photo, my hair to be exact. but there're worse ppl whom i presume, are being prejudiced against by the photographer. lol. mine's jus sway timing..again. cuz i jus cut my hair &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched NJ and NY tennis frenly tdy. was UBER HIGH when i saw liang teh and i practically clinged onto her like a koala bear. LOL. wen to play bbal after tt. very nostalgiccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired, had a waist cramp jus now..ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hav to do IR now, not much to change anw.&lt;br /&gt;bleaghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things i wanna do, but cant pinpoint what. and i freakin wanna learn the harp lah. mmmmmmmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna join CO, but they dun seem v keen about us helping to push up the numbers. so whatever lah..&lt;br /&gt;and i need to practise piano but i'm really lazy.&lt;br /&gt;lazy lazy lazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-2694513358660962996?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/2694513358660962996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=2694513358660962996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2694513358660962996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2694513358660962996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-sharon-i-do-miss-sports.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-2086150786639391597</id><published>2008-10-21T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:39:16.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY HUIMIN I'M UPDATING K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly i'd like to curse my fffing com. which increased her crash rates to about 70plus percent. i really do hate computers, how am i supposed to do my pw ppt with this pathetic example of technological revolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i jus checked km and there's sth odd about my results. apparently my As were all 71s and 70s, which is quite odd cuz i thought i calculated correctly before and it wasnt such a low A. but whatever, i bet they failed my VA to pull down my marks. i cant really be bothered to calculate again. and i was one mark away from a C for GP. GOD DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i hav theory homework to complete and a couple of songs to practise but i'm pretty lazy at the moment and i dun think i'll play piano today. tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed guzheng tdy for a ridiculous retarded reason: plain forgetfulness. what do i do with this STM i'm stuck with since 5 years old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i missed H3 again cuz i really din noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need a to-do list. but i'm really really lazy to come up with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm not exactly in the best of moods currently but i'd recover after some deer-meat-therapy. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, shower time. sch starts early tmr. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-2086150786639391597?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/2086150786639391597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=2086150786639391597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2086150786639391597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2086150786639391597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-huimin-im-updating-k.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-288726740421853335</id><published>2008-10-07T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:01:08.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess it's about time i learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-288726740421853335?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/288726740421853335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=288726740421853335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/288726740421853335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/288726740421853335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-intimidating.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-4651633346854386773</id><published>2008-09-27T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:26:39.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH I SO MISS BOUNCING ABOUT!!! wheeeee!&lt;br /&gt;charleneeeeeeee lieww bcame my volleyball shifu today! i'm gonna serve that ball over tt net next time =D&lt;br /&gt;today was fun! i played tennis with a horse, a squirrel/elephant and a deer today. HAHA. and apparently, I SUCK IN TENNIS! hahahahahahahhaaaa but it's super fun lah! not like i played before so it's normal to suck. hahahahahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play again next week~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh den i jus had dinner at JACK'S PLACE! but the venison was freakin hard to chew my jaws got so tired i din wan to eat anymore. and i ate snails jus now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN.LAUGHTER.PEACE.JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-'ve got no idea how to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-4651633346854386773?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/4651633346854386773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=4651633346854386773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4651633346854386773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4651633346854386773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-i-so-miss-bouncing-about-wheeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1733568286081645924</id><published>2008-09-27T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:21:00.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are freakin over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veron huiyi and i screamed for joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we jus went on a crazy splurging trip that included arcade, sashimi, jap pasta, ice cream, t-shirt, candies etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much as i wan to blog about it, i'm really sleepy now. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i hugged a fool at arcade tdy. a fool who thought i was some other fool. HAHAhAHAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, i'm not really in a decent mood now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1733568286081645924?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1733568286081645924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1733568286081645924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1733568286081645924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1733568286081645924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/09/exams-are-freakin-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-5350284002346290250</id><published>2008-09-14T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:50:50.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catchin up.</title><content type='html'>YEAH EXAMS ARE GONNA BE OVER IN 2 WEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;after which, PW will take over. but i still have alot of catchin up to do..with friends/oldpals and the plethora of lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following is the list of female companions that i seek to meet up with after promos: (not in any order of priority)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SEAH HUIMIN&lt;br /&gt;-LEE LI XUAN&lt;br /&gt;-LIM YIN DAN (the 3 pals combined)&lt;br /&gt;-PHUA SHU JING&lt;br /&gt;-WAI/HUI YI&lt;br /&gt;-YATHINI SONDENA (you know who u are)&lt;br /&gt;-SARA SHARON &amp;amp; THE GANG OF CHINESE DANCERS&lt;br /&gt;-MY BASKETBALLERS (i want a match!)&lt;br /&gt;-MY SUNFLOWER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-ZHANNI&lt;br /&gt;-SUCHIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: kindly spare a day for me if your name is mentioned in the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that list is so feminist, but females first. laalalaalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i want to go out with my anderson teachers!! laaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;we should all jus go mr lim's house and play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;or go he lao shi's house, although she's not an anderson teacher, but i'm referring to e pyps-rians here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw below shall be another list of what i wanna do (not in any order of priority):&lt;br /&gt;-PLAY VOLLEYBALL/BASKETBALL/TENNIS&lt;br /&gt;-ROLLERBLADE&lt;br /&gt;-LEARN HARP/GUITAR/DRUMS/VIOLIN&lt;br /&gt;-LEARN HORSERIDING&lt;br /&gt;-GO CYCLING&lt;br /&gt;-GO CAMPING&lt;br /&gt;-GO KOREA/AUSTRALIA/NEW ZEALAND/JAPAN/SPAIN&lt;br /&gt;-GO FOR IPL&lt;br /&gt;-GO FOR MENICURE/BROWSHAPING&lt;br /&gt;-DYE MY HAIR&lt;br /&gt;-TON AT EVERYONE'S HOUSE (esp pao ying zhi's)&lt;br /&gt;-PLAY MAHJONG&lt;br /&gt;-PLAY DDR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i should snap out of my daydream.&lt;br /&gt;promos haven even start..but i'm so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm supposed to go do my PW. which is stupid.i'll do it after i play guzheng. bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-5350284002346290250?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/5350284002346290250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=5350284002346290250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5350284002346290250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5350284002346290250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/09/catchin-up.html' title='catchin up.'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1282166538910740729</id><published>2008-09-09T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:58:27.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must be so free that i went to change a blogskin. LOL. no actually i'm not free but i jus wanna procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;anw, my dad brought back 2 freakin boxes of mooncake, AGAIN. jus when i though tt scrumptious dinner was over..okay today's meals were really great. lunch was awesome, dinner was spectacular, post dinner dessert was marvelous. one of the mooncake was some snow skin one tt's supposed to be filled w bird's nest but i dun taste it. anw the focus' on the OTHER box..the other BAKERS' INN box. omgomgomg. i've got a box of bakers' inn mooncake on my kitchen table rite now. and i jus finished half of a mooncake, a large one with two freakin yolks tt i hate. raaaaaa diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;but it's really smooth lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm drinking strawberry flavoured tea =)&lt;br /&gt;this month's such a i like strawberry flavoured sweet stuff and i'm so into green mood.&lt;br /&gt;lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i hate my com. cuz it freakin crashed again. and i realised that my com. cant view some diagrams on KM's physics quiz so of cuz i got it wrong and it's not my fault so yeah. the point is i hate online quizzes. i hate anything related to infocomm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap i dun feel like studying at all. i wanna drink my strawberry tea and go slp. tt's all. yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1282166538910740729?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1282166538910740729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1282166538910740729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1282166538910740729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1282166538910740729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-must-be-so-free-that-i-went-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8452175544236419495</id><published>2008-09-02T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:47:09.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went to boon lay to do pw.&lt;br /&gt;BOON LAY.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life i wen BOONLAY&lt;br /&gt;and crap, it was under construction. and the signs are ridiculously hidden behind walls. it's like you have to noe how to go to the mall before u can see the signs. so they're pointless la.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i HATE that part of singapore cuz i always get lost.&lt;br /&gt;go toilet also get lost.&lt;br /&gt;and it frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;u noe how tormenting it is to control yr bladder while hunting for the damn toilet.?&lt;br /&gt;irritating!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i did math hw w huiyi after that. it was so lousy. not tt we cant concentrate but our pace was pathetic. it's like 30mins a question. thank god i finished the first 2 papers. huiyi's done w functions.&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to finish all the homework by tmr??&lt;br /&gt;impossible.&lt;br /&gt;and i really feel like playing.&lt;br /&gt;after seeing loooooiiii&lt;br /&gt;and we were crapping and crapping about weird fantasies, which is of cuz loooiii's favourite. heh.&lt;br /&gt;den veron refused to invite us to her precious house. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm jus done w physic's online test. wouldnt noe about until hy reminded me jus now. thankfully. or else there goes my five percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, i'm running out of space to put my files at home. i have no idea why i hav so many files but apparently i have 3 ring files of chemistry excluding one transparent file for H3. and like five physics (i lost count) and a couple of econs, not like i touched them. but yeah..they are jus there for reference purposes. and i suppose i'll teach them when i'm free, which i doubt i'd ever be free.&lt;br /&gt;anw i hav better things to do than to flip through old, expired stuff even when i'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i jus had supper, had this stupid sudden craving for BOILED EGG. of all the things on earth, HARD BOILED EGG-WHY??!! my taste bud's so full of nonsense, jus what kinda odd craving was that...? anw i made my maid cook it for me but she absentmindedly cracked the egg open cuz she missed out the word "BOILED". so my bro took the scrambled egg and i still made her boil another one for me. so insistent yeah..but it's not me, my taste buds were buggin me.&lt;br /&gt;and i shun bian had some chicken nuggets and meat balls..mmm..btw toriQ gave out free WHOLE meat balls today! so cool! =D oh my supper wasnt very kidney frenly, i'm still worried about my early diabetes thingy. but yea, i resisted ice cream okay, jus that cookies aint much better... but it's a step forward. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkk gg, phone call =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8452175544236419495?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8452175544236419495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8452175544236419495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8452175544236419495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8452175544236419495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-i-went-to-boon-lay-to-do-pw.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-3797850905517376029</id><published>2008-08-30T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:12:23.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i stayed at home for 24hours today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape's a really good magazine btw.they hav nice nice stuff tt i wanna buy. and i took part in dunno how many lucky draws alr. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not done with chem and physics. bleagh. procrastinating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-3797850905517376029?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/3797850905517376029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=3797850905517376029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3797850905517376029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3797850905517376029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-stayed-at-home-for-24hours-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-2680763072207583086</id><published>2008-08-29T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:27:17.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;celebrations in NJ suck once again..nothing's fun till i left the parade square during aces workout to go find veron and huiyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfSweaXMcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Jb9TdLfWZYo/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and for that part..i shall let the pictures speak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239888421708050882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfSweaXMcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Jb9TdLfWZYo/s320/DSC00575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it all begun when veron changed into my anderson pinafore.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfTYv_kbjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/J7mxDnhCUrk/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239889113622277682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfTYv_kbjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/J7mxDnhCUrk/s320/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; awww dun she look so cute?? like a little muffin! hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfTY5iB1tI/AAAAAAAAABE/7PT0INDXZD8/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239889116182730450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfTY5iB1tI/AAAAAAAAABE/7PT0INDXZD8/s320/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; den i changed into her cedars uniform...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that marked the beginning of our photo taking session. wheeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfTY7ikJ7I/AAAAAAAAABM/hWBivsFU01w/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239889116721850290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfTY7ikJ7I/AAAAAAAAABM/hWBivsFU01w/s320/DSC00574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the TONGUE THING that's exclusive to waiyi and I. btw i think my forefinger looks like a middle finger. &gt;.&lt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239889124294839650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfTZXwGzWI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ms_UusUSOyI/s320/DSC00577.JPG" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfTZEmwuRI/AAAAAAAAABU/Gv-FC-9KBBc/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239889119155370258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfTZEmwuRI/AAAAAAAAABU/Gv-FC-9KBBc/s320/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239890579594511810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfUuFKlhcI/AAAAAAAAABk/7JOHed_KU7Q/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;we were pretending to be studying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then things got lamer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfVbFwhGYI/AAAAAAAAABs/zshKaTx-YgU/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239891352847718786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfVbFwhGYI/AAAAAAAAABs/zshKaTx-YgU/s320/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfVbUD68EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X3tlR9mM-mw/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239891356687200322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfVbUD68EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X3tlR9mM-mw/s320/DSC00585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; posing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfVbd4VMWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m8AGPd7f1LQ/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239891359322943842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfVbd4VMWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m8AGPd7f1LQ/s320/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LPDLP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfVbmRqRJI/AAAAAAAAACE/jB5C5Gj4Vu0/s1600-h/DSC00588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239891361576666258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfVbmRqRJI/AAAAAAAAACE/jB5C5Gj4Vu0/s320/DSC00588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lamer...&lt;br /&gt;*PA!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfVbtH-FqI/AAAAAAAAACM/q-A0-W1rfPI/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239891363415070370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfVbtH-FqI/AAAAAAAAACM/q-A0-W1rfPI/s320/DSC00590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfWf9k9RTI/AAAAAAAAACk/rl5Klp3qOp4/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239892536062723378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfWf9k9RTI/AAAAAAAAACk/rl5Klp3qOp4/s320/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfWSB06AjI/AAAAAAAAACU/At2k3ADlkys/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239892296685191730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfWSB06AjI/AAAAAAAAACU/At2k3ADlkys/s320/DSC00592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfWZf4HzPI/AAAAAAAAACc/C8urZlItYYs/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239892425010826482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfWZf4HzPI/AAAAAAAAACc/C8urZlItYYs/s320/DSC00595.JPG" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a row of criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and things started to get out of hand.... well it's intimate day after all.. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239893933625778178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfXxT59IAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Bn179-Ejzwk/s320/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The kissing picture.. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239894255476131426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfYEC5DxmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6CPawicthYk/s320/DSC00606.JPG" border="0" /&gt; den we got a little hungry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfYiW84pzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ern0Ve4yFxU/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239894776256964402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfYiW84pzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ern0Ve4yFxU/s320/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so we started eating one another photographically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfYilyb0RI/AAAAAAAAADE/LdDHC6zIGuM/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239894780239663378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfYilyb0RI/AAAAAAAAADE/LdDHC6zIGuM/s320/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfYimUJ1CI/AAAAAAAAADM/JukBoDTvzEs/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239894780381090850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfYimUJ1CI/AAAAAAAAADM/JukBoDTvzEs/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bystanders can join in too xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfYihAnAPI/AAAAAAAAADU/0ZZZyIeaNhA/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239894778956939506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfYihAnAPI/AAAAAAAAADU/0ZZZyIeaNhA/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfaDsM2ZaI/AAAAAAAAADc/6k5mwhkqJVI/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239896448408380834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfaDsM2ZaI/AAAAAAAAADc/6k5mwhkqJVI/s320/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; den we tried to climb this bar..... and the 3 morons on the right fell down and i cut my wrist :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfaDqu_XGI/AAAAAAAAADk/lR7E0PMh6xo/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239896448014703714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfaDqu_XGI/AAAAAAAAADk/lR7E0PMh6xo/s320/DSC00614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SEE!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239897361822356114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="454" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfa427tkpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sUwG1LmBCQ4/s320/DSC00671.JPG" width="319" border="0" /&gt;and then the gentle side of us...not like there's an ungentle side...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfaDy225cI/AAAAAAAAADs/NBLNZXptqcw/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239896450195187138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfaDy225cI/AAAAAAAAADs/NBLNZXptqcw/s320/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and i started mimicking people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfaD_DaOLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4FqFCPpMzEE/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239896453469059250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfaD_DaOLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4FqFCPpMzEE/s320/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfaEHdSj6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/QdHynLp7010/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239896455725092770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfaEHdSj6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/QdHynLp7010/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ultimately... we had lots and lots of fun! YEAH LOVE YA GUYS! MUACKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239898258167245074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfbtCE_KRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JgJyesqRdiI/s320/DSC00634.JPG" border="0" /&gt; why are my legs always so extra? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sch would be much more intolerable without you darlings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239898810200271986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTEiT7OCRdk/SLfcNKj6rHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1w7vu65qJPk/s320/DSC00203.JPG" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...and the fullstop comes after this. 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1850435410333386656</id><published>2008-08-26T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:32:18.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in view of the upcoming promos, i have put in place a set of rules for myself to follow:&lt;br /&gt;1)No more viwawa virtual mahjong-ing online.&lt;br /&gt;2)Studying is compulsory during lunch breaks for the next 3 days&lt;br /&gt;3)No leaving house until homework is finished&lt;br /&gt;4)Use of phone is prohibited when studying (pending)&lt;br /&gt;5)No spending more than 1hour on meals&lt;br /&gt;6)Eat fish often to boost brain energy&lt;br /&gt;7) NO PROCRASTINATING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah.hope i'd follow them. woots gg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1850435410333386656?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-5949110253832915730</id><published>2008-08-23T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:15:56.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have hell loads to do. and i knocked off after playin viwawa ytd. and i'm going to play it now.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i din brush my teeth or shower yesterday cuz i knocked off straight and din wake up till like one hour ago. omg i'm pretty grossed out by myself &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i have PW to do, Econs VA&lt;br /&gt;and i'm supposed to study acid-base equilibria cuz i really suck in it.&lt;br /&gt;and i have an econs essay to complete.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm supposed to study for physics test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. this suck. 'm grounding myself tmr if i dun complete those tdy.&lt;br /&gt;c'mon. i can do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay to mahjong..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-5949110253832915730?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/5949110253832915730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=5949110253832915730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5949110253832915730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5949110253832915730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-hell-loads-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1609771362183440895</id><published>2008-08-19T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:46:54.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spa.mathtest.recipe.charlene.hearing.ntuc.retardacy</title><content type='html'>today began with gc, which was relaxed but redundant.&lt;br /&gt;den we had a freakin math lecture test. question one wasnt fine, cuz i never studied how to integrate e^. but i attempted in a rather logical way, so well. whatever..and i referred to my formula list, which is of cuz cheating. opps...&lt;br /&gt;den it was break, and i had the stupidiest pao ever. this idiotic sour spoiled pao was sold to me by mr kao bei perma-black-faced uncle (who has ashwin's face xp) for 80 freakin cents. and apparently, 80cents covers a huge proportion of my almost cashless purse. the opp. cost of this sour fist of flour is like a pkt of sweet or mango red tea. damn.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm in love with huiyi's scrambled eggs. it's like freakin nice. my new love.&lt;br /&gt;and i actually went online to search for scrambled eggs recipes to drool and oogle at them. LOL. okay not really, the main reason was to show em to my maid hoping tt she can reproduce wad she sees, which i believe she has the capability to, given her top notch culinary skills. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i din complain or ask for a refund cuz i doubt mr black face will agree and i have better things to do than waste my time argueing with him. okay mayb not better things to do...like uh..chem spa..but still...yea, it's compulsory okay.&lt;br /&gt;chem spa was okay,&lt;br /&gt;my results look so fake despite their authenticity. they are like exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i found out that veron and i had exactly the same final result!! zhen shi you mo qi! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm..olympics craze's dying out after tennis and ping pong. booo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i did sth damn bimbotic jus now. i was supposed to meet char at khatib to pass her some cip papers. apparently due to overdose of sugar (again) and too much hyperness, i ran all the way there. but the idiotic thing is that, when i was like five steps away from char, i realised that me, being me, stupidly absentmindedly forgot to bring the cip papers! uh..how ingenious huh.&lt;br /&gt;so i jus let her listen to the virtual barber thing and ran back to get the papers &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of virtual barber, zi jia sent it to me this afternoon during pw. it's freakin cool lah, damn real. and i can literally "feel" the razor coming near my neck, damn amusing. and i wen home and showed it to everyone. and they were all amused too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i din finish my dad's dinner. *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. and i jus came back from ntuc after a twenty-dollar splurge.lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch-did random and really retarded stuffs with veron and huiyi. okay the retarded bug came when H3 ended and i snapped out of my chain of dreams(yes, i slept, against my will though). i saw ben wenlong ashwin training w hurdles and suddenly got these random out-of-the-blue urge to jump over the hurdle. but no, i was in a freakin skirt. despite futile efforts to shorten the hem such tt it wun obstruct my legs, it still did. so yea, i din jump, regretably. but veron and i managed to convince huiyi too, and she did. and she succeeded. wheeeee. anw i wanted some entertainment jus now, and requested to watch a 100m race btwn ben wenlong n ashwin, which they readily agreed (and i offered an ice cream treat to the winner, haha). well, wenlong won so yep, ice cream. but i was fun watching them run. den after tt, Veron hy and i went nuts. initially i went nuts first, and somehow the nutty syndrome diffused to them and they wen nuts too. again, we went for a piggy-back race which was utterly hilarious. laugh until stomach pain, literally, and we ended up clasping our abs (yes, abs, i insist) in the middle of the track. HAHA. i piggy back veron with her below my butt!!it looked ridiculous!! den after tt she piggy-backed me and ran right through the hurdle. it was effing funny!! den when it was hy's turn to piggy back me, we wen back to the hurdle tt veron knocked down and attempted to rebuild it, yes i was still riding on hy's back. HAHA.we succeeded anw, but i intentionally wen to kick it down again, for the sake of doing it. LOL. told ya i'm crazy. but we were really having fun with the hurdles, nonsensical fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus visited miss huimin's blog. and her post about our study date was uber farnie lah! L's picture killed me. Kungfu picture mutilated my corpse. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay meilanie i miss you. that is damn random, but i jus saw you pop online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a slacky day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1609771362183440895?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1609771362183440895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1609771362183440895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1609771362183440895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1609771362183440895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/08/spamathtestrecipecharlenehearingntucret.html' title='spa.mathtest.recipe.charlene.hearing.ntuc.retardacy'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-3331695758552419866</id><published>2008-08-16T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:27:47.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>djokovic.olympics.diabetes.photos.sharonslippers.studying.grocerytmr.nice weetbix.</title><content type='html'>OLYMPICS is so hot. I LOVE OLYMPICS&lt;br /&gt;watchin bbal USA vs Spain now. this 17year old ricky guy's impressive. oh god, he's my age. Js was like "that guy is 8days older den me". LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope US wins by 23 points. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard djokovic won blake for the bronze. wheeee........he's hotter. heh. but i freakin missed that match!! rraaaaaa HTAY AUNG!!! u were supposed to notify me lah! LOL. okay i really am attracted to djokovic's aura, his style and everything. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay for bbal, this prince guy jus got sub-ed in to replace howard, who fouled four times alr. and was still laughing. haha. the prince guy looks weird..a bit like an unevolved human being, the one u see in documentries..the evolution phase somewhere between ape and caveman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. omg kobe bryant has four fouls too. but shit, they are leading by 24 points. oh no! i want twenty three!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i shall update on wassup w my life.&lt;br /&gt;miss huimin and jiajia said that i should stop posting about food and more bout my life, but apparently my life is generally about eating and sleeping. how about i blog about sleeping? LOL&lt;br /&gt;but i am really convinced that i'll get diabetes in less than three years time (oh US hit 100points alr). i'm seriously fatally sweet, physically, but definitely not emotionally as minnie and jiajia put it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;well, i shall blog about this morning's ridiculous/interesting dream. well well, i dreamt of being trapped on basaltic lava ground, and den the volcano was errupting and the lava's like a ruler above anke deep and still having erruption spasms periodically. so i had to walk in the lava to find an escape b4 i get buried in it. yes it was very hot, but like hot spring hot that kinda hot, not very realistic but yeah, it's a dream afterall! then, i met a spanish/russian blonde babe who was stranded too. her name was scintilla or smth..might be a result of olympics overdose. oh did i mention that spain is my fav country for this olympics? i like their flag. heh. and smhow i find spain not too "white" or "brown" or "black"...uh ya, if u get what i mean..&lt;br /&gt;okay back to my dream..so yea, we were walking halfway, hunting for an exit. den suddenly, my maid's voice echoed everywhere and i woke up to find my maid shaking me awake telling me that my piano teacher's here. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;den after piano i wen for guzheng.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, patricia mentioned taking my grade5 exam nxt year during feb-april. woots..i'm kinda scared i cant make it. but i want my grade five~ den i'll b officially halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;US's won. count down 10 secs&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;game set.&lt;br /&gt;119:82. sexy. USA owned.  though not by 23 points, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Js jus left, aha he owes me a meal now, or at least half-a-meal.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like going church tmr, kinda wanna pray. but i promised to go buy veggies with mom. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately for me olympics happen once every four years only. or else i'll end up a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, took a couple of retarded photos w hm and jiajia tdy. hm is never w/out her cam lah! and today, L RETURNS!! muaahhahahahhahahhahaaa!! I LOVE YOU GUYS LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den, when hm and i wen to buy book and currypuff respectively, it suddenly rained and we got stranded at courts. so we asked jiajia to fetch us w an umbrella, but she suddenly broke her slippers on the way! BOTH slippers somemore! so she called us to buy slippers for her and huimin was like "there's only a 15 bucks one" at the shoe shop. den we walked on and saw a 1.20 slippers!! but it looked like shit and huimin was like "ew..u take it, i dun wanna touch it" haha! den we kept crappin about the shit slippers but we bought it anyway. hahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm watchin the man in the vineyard, and the vineyards are like infested with moths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, had a great time catching up with hm and jiajia tdy! crapped alot and had my much missed laughter therapy. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE YOU GUYS!! and i did my econs essay and gp compre today! lalalallalaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weetbix is so nice, the choc one and berry oneeeeeee.lalalaaa. i want to buy more!!! and u noe wad, i typed 'buy' as 'guy' jus now. i want to guy more? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;oh shit,my feet's numb. the ant syndrome!. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay tmr will beeeeeeeeee FINISH TUTORIALS DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;jiayou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-3331695758552419866?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/3331695758552419866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=3331695758552419866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3331695758552419866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3331695758552419866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/08/djokovicolympicsdiabetesphotossharonsli.html' title='djokovic.olympics.diabetes.photos.sharonslippers.studying.grocerytmr.nice weetbix.'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-6393981060670871756</id><published>2008-08-11T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:49:03.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i'll nvr forget how you held me in your arms as we squeeze through the crowd just to catch a glimpse of the firework."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;copyrighted sharon ho jia jia. i totally extracted that entire line from her blog post (noticed the " "?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uh...something like that lah. i cant recite it the sweet way, but it's 5.1 points minus 0.1 for plagarism anw. lol. so random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss sharon too. sorry huimin, u dun enjoy the monopoly xp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-6393981060670871756?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/6393981060670871756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=6393981060670871756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6393981060670871756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6393981060670871756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-nvr-forget-how-you-held-me-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-2801179522651649892</id><published>2008-08-11T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:37:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here i am procrastinating econs VA. jus finished watchin olympics. okay tdy's viewing list:&lt;br /&gt;Tennis w blake.Bbal w yaoming,kidd,kingjames,kobe.Archery women finals w korea n china (korean won by alot man!).Gymnastic w some lousy noobs. Vball w random ppl. yepyep.&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda into olympics now.&lt;br /&gt;basketball is so cool. usa owned with 101 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i'm in a good mood now. which is such a contrast to just now. basically piano was quite fun, lecoucou's a nice song, and i'm learning the beautiful blue dante or sth like tt now. and huiyi's jazz song too, i'm gonna get more jazzy tunes to play. lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohhhh...i fell in love with music ever since i was two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay tt was random. i came out as a song in my head for some reason. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw htay aung jus now, he says my old hair's better. so it's 2:2 now. maid and bro's on new hair's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to grocery shop and bought like 5 boxes of biscuits. lalala. and den had a snack party w my dad at home. i called it Dinner2. anw it was dad's dinner, but my second dinner (cuz it's too large to be called supper). but it's all rubbish. infact, everythng i ate today was rubbish. i din touch any veggies or meat. all i had was erm..five pig-shaped mooncakes (in other words, the whole packet), 1/3 family bar of cadbury raspberry chocolate, aloe vera yogurt (healthiest so far), luxus cheese biscuits and chocolate biscuits, leftover unwanted eyesore vanilla biscuits, yellow sour plum w a stupid seed in the center, groundnuts, two malay gluttinous rice kuehs with green sweet stuff on top, apple cheese sausage, chicken sausage (oh there's proccessed meat at least~), love letter tasting cereals, haw thorn. yep, i think tt's about it. so the nutritional value's like: carbo 55%, fats 41% protein 4%. not v healthy huh. and vitamins will be zero, except for the aloe vera yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;omg, i bet tt increased my diabetic risk by four folds, not forgetting ytd's free flow of ice cream.raaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall be vegetarian once a week so tt i wun sin too much by killing chickens.&lt;br /&gt;so random. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat egg tmr. I LOVE EGGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy now. byebye econs. i'm procrastinating you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have tonnes of work untouched. national day's a celebration, not muggin session. not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huimin i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna ton at her hse again next sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had a stupid self-entertaining conversation w leon on msn jus now.he randomly said hi. here's an extract of it with relevant edits to make it more understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;him: heard u r attached, to some ri boy?&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm not in raffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: ya but the guy is rite?&lt;br /&gt;me: which guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: yr bf.&lt;br /&gt;me: ya which one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. and the same &gt;.&lt; reaction i get never fails to amuse me. i love this 'which one' thing adapted from my bro to test ppl's reaction. it's quite funny xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nonsensical, and i've used it on my mom and a couple of frens alr, i enjoyed the responses. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm tired i wanna slp alr&lt;br /&gt;bye econs, go to hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-2801179522651649892?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/2801179522651649892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=2801179522651649892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2801179522651649892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2801179522651649892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-i-am-procrastinating-econs-va.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-3780133072660818999</id><published>2008-08-10T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:00:13.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckin pw. entropy.bbal.minnie.4.3.rcube.stress</title><content type='html'>doggies..i'm bloody stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;i haven started on impact on yvonne lim. it's bloody irritating and i haven received all the others' EOMs and meilani olivero's interview transcript. this would probably mean i hav to do extra work and transcribe it myself again or waste my effing time rewinding and replaying which i see no point in doing. i fucking sacrificed my saturday for this bloody pw okay. wth. okay shit, i'm getting vulgar, it's all pw's fault. bloody bitch. and i paid 10bucks for rcube but cant go in the end to finish up pw at home, what is this. i'm gonna be freakin pissed if the others did not do their parts by tmr, cuz i happily donated 10bucks and 6 cip hours jus to complete mine. eat shit.&lt;br /&gt;i really dun like nj.they stress kids out like nuts. and i still hav eom to do and fuckin econs va. i hate life. what is this, i was born a cheerful and happy kid and i turn out like that.&lt;br /&gt;rraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying over at minnie's place is good and bad at the same time. great cuz i love it with my ex- 4/3 mates, having fun and laughing like me. bad cuz it reminds me how tt's all in the effing past, how it's long gone, how i'm supposed to have moved forward. bloody irritating. i really wish i was in aj w charlene and huimin and everyone. i'm not a happy nj student.&lt;br /&gt;life in anderson was so much funner, esp my bbal team. i can definitely say they all hav higher entropies than nj-cians. everyone was much more crazy and random, more like myself. nj is like a complete antithesis of me, it jus makes me sick of socialising. i jus wanna lone in a corner by myself everyday. it's like nothing better to do than mug. i really hate it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i'm gettin emo and i wanna cry. can i skip sch next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think it isnt really about going sch, it's about the load of work. it's crap. and the deadlines are killers.i need a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;i want my anderson!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i hav found a new regret,&lt;br /&gt;i regret not joining volleyball in sec sch.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not suited for basketball giving my congenital humjiness and indecisiveness and inability to handle pressure. i tot bbal was supposed to correct those flaws, but apparently the anderson team was too good for me to learn intrinsic stuffs. vb would've suited me more, much much more. and i wouldnt end up in nj if i joined vb, cuz there's no vb in nj! lol.&lt;br /&gt;nj sucks life and passion out of everything i love. i love music, i'm supposed to love guzheng. but i dun exactly enjoy any part of being in co other den playing the guzheng. what is this?&lt;br /&gt;i din love bbal as much, but i love training w my team mates. i love hanging out with them, i love doing random crappy stuff. how nostalgic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to finish my As and leave this place and never come back. it is hell plus hell and a hell lot of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i jus cut my hair yesterday. i so love/hate it. depending on my mood, it like it but i dun want it to be permanent. i wish i can change my look everyday. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall spare 10mins to emo and cry and watever bcome i start on pw. i wanna call huimin and rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-3780133072660818999?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/3780133072660818999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=3780133072660818999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3780133072660818999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3780133072660818999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuckin-pw-entropybbalminnie43rcubestres.html' title='fuckin pw. entropy.bbal.minnie.4.3.rcube.stress'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-2292154096661580589</id><published>2008-08-08T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:51:54.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ndp.sch.stress.pw.jj.fireworks.score.hm</title><content type='html'>national junior college celebrated national day today. but it was an utter disappointment. for goodness sake i felt like we were celebrating the downfall of singapore for the japanese during 1945. there was no sch spirit, no national spirit. it was utter crap lah. i'm ashamed to call myself a National jc student, i bet it aint like this elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;okay it's obvious i'm sick of nj's dull,grey lifestyle, HOW CAN WE EVER BREAK OUT OF THE CYCLE??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i jus killed a thing which i thought was a bee. wheeee. but whatever, my maid say it isnt. it irritated me at my most merciful time of the day. lol. too bad "bee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so stressful these days. sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots i'm going to ton at minnie's place later and i DO miss her like nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, pw sucks and i'm supposed to chiong the WR. i bet meiling and the others are chiong-ing rite now. i must complete pw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's econs va...AHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-2292154096661580589?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/2292154096661580589/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-5596036687476826147</id><published>2008-07-24T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:55:47.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lessons suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;why on earth are we having lessons till 4pm like freakin retards who enjoy bombardment of so called "knowledge" in our already very saturated heads? i can physically, mentally, totally NOT take it. for god's sake, i'm freakin sick for goodness sake. gimme me a damn break lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna like die on the spot in class tdy. this morning started off light-heartly but sch spoiled it. but jus that lil nap on 852 bus after sch improved things by like 10^23 times. u see how allergic to school i am??&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to sch until earliest 10am tmr. i need the bloody rest or my cough will never recover. and i jus went for retail therapy at erm..NTUC. and i bought a lot of candies to prepare for my post-cough celebration which i presume shall be in 3 days time. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need some homework, as in surf google for cough remedies.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i'm supposed to avoid ice-cream and meat and coffee. all of which i consumed in the past 3 days. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;well, whatever. i wun repeat the same mistake now okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall be positive: tmr will be a better day! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person A please stop being on MC lah. i wanna get high and scream like nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-5596036687476826147?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/5596036687476826147/comments/default' 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cool floating dancing ppl. they were so graceful and nice and beautifully itallian. it's like..art. well, thanks. but i was hoping to stay longer! and avoid that ice cream...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had a stupid analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladi: aiyoh you..dun eat already lah. you sick still eat ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ehh..do u noe that putting ice cream right in my face and telling me not to eat it is like placing an ice cube directly under the sun and telling it not to melt?&lt;br /&gt;Ladi: ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaya.u get the idea.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall not touch desserts the whole of next freakin week until my throat heals.&lt;br /&gt;ehh wait..next week moo will be back! and i intend to go eat that free flow of ice cream again.....=(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i'm still not gonna touch desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr still can la. from nxt week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i bought a hot pink daisy for ah shu! i'm like dating her as her bf tmr. LOL. i'll do many sweet guy stuff...that i can think of. i'm not bad okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya anw it's stupid to gain weight when u r sick. but i'm stupid, so oh wells...but sick ppl dun do anything but eat and slp..so it's not really my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, ladi says that jingsheng is cute.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like...&gt;.&lt; whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she like hairy-chested man anw. she thinks they are sexy. so yeah, u get wad her taste is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm high bcuz of the freakin scoops of ice cream. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh and i took mrt to sch den bus for the first time in my entire life today! i really really LOVE mrts. like much much much^23 more den bus. i'm gonna like take trains more often. to hell with 852 lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, and thanks mooooooo for yr serenade and yr dad's ride in my dad's car's twin. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life life rocks rocks. whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw me and mom had a stupid random conversation ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: mum, what if date an indian guy?&lt;br /&gt;mum: i'll disown u&lt;br /&gt;me: what about a malay guy?&lt;br /&gt;mum: i'll disown u&lt;br /&gt;me: phillippine? cambodian? indonesian?&lt;br /&gt;mum: i'll still disown u&lt;br /&gt;me: how about a metro girly guy?&lt;br /&gt;mum: *smiles* okay good good. i'll pamper him alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . i'm like...mom? wadthehappy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-3435865182295052006?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/3435865182295052006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=3435865182295052006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3435865182295052006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3435865182295052006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/07/ice-cream-mc-mimi.html' title='ice cream. mc. mimi.'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1150566229129144610</id><published>2008-07-13T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:10:01.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yfhouse.procrast.prez.guess.icecream.bath.hoagies.</title><content type='html'>HELLOO i'm back from tonning at yinfong's hse! wheee my chio and cute giraffe cum horse fren. HAHA. and her whole family is good looking according to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we absurdly failed to study ytd. which doesnt really matter, cuz i had alot of fun. anw i finished half of my chemical equilibrium tutorial there, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and this morning yinfong literally wrapped her leg around me like i'm a human bolster and we were agressively fun-lessing around. HAHA. we were acting like those i-hate-you-you-hate-me-but-we-end-up-tgt couples in ou xiang jus when they somehow ended up in the same bed with legs and arms flung all over each other. LOL. anw yin fong left early and i continued slping in her very comfy bed until wing called and insist tt i get home to pass him john sloman.&lt;br /&gt;god noes why i brought so many books and two bags to yinfong's hse but used nth but some paper. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and ytd was stupid cuz we both overslept and postponed our gz. but ended up slightly late anw. oh and i stupidly left my gz scores in sch tgt w my fake nails..so yea, i cant practice gz at home now until i retrieve em from e locker tmr. and superimposition couldnt b touched too since its bside my gz file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven started on my pw survey results..damn. i'm really lz lah. later later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! so friday yesterday today rocked! and there's this major similarity between these 3 days:&lt;br /&gt;guess wad?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. really. in fact i had 2 on friday. lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, btw on friday at yin fong's house. 3 dumb things happened.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i alighted one stop earlier. which is a typical lmt-dumb thing.&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, i peed with the door TOTALLY OPEN. okay whatever, i din noe the toilet had two doors okay. i tot the other opening leads to the inner toilet w the bathtub or sth..not the KITCHEN. but luckily no one entered the kitchen during the 3 mins while i had no pants on.&lt;br /&gt;3rdly, du qian told me that i filled in my house address instead of email address on the ex co form. raaaaaa i'm retarded!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. whatever whatever. ytd i'm quite randomly lucky. it's was pink week and this guy at heeren was like going "last gift..anyone has anything pink on u..anything.." and i was wearing my pink converse polo tee so i jus went for some random fun, and i got a pink bag for free. and it's not a bra bag, though it's from Wacoal.lol. mom loved it, so yeah. =)&lt;br /&gt;and ytd i finally bought the i-noe-i-want-it guess clutch. yepp. YAYAYAY. thanks man. searched high and low for it.&lt;br /&gt;and i walked like TEN FREAKIN KILOMETRES YESTERDAY. HAHAHAHAHA. so proud of my leg muscles and back muscles. i had sloman on my shoulders throughout the hike okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, today i'm in a very very very good mood!&lt;br /&gt;i went to hoagies to makan their hoagie dog which is freakin over priced. it's jus one hot dog roll with of cuz the hot dog. some melted cheese (v v little) and a few strands of onion and it 6.50! tada! crap..&lt;br /&gt;anw i spilled cold water all over accidentally jus now. well, the waitress was really nice. she immediately (like in 3 seconds) chiong over and cleaned up for me and even offer me tissue.lots and lots of tissue. thankss man =)&lt;br /&gt;well i'm glad it happened tdy, cuz i'm in such a very good mood tt water spills cant affect me. lala.&lt;br /&gt;den i went home and had a loong long long long hydrospa bath. okay i randomly mixed my fav camomile, with pinenut and juniper. den erm..my bath water kinda had grapefruit shampoo&amp;amp;conditioner, clinique facial wash in it. and i spammed body shop strawberry shower gel in it too, not intentionally, but cuz it was finishing, so i might as well jus finish it. den i switched on the motor and bubbled in it. well..what i failed to take into consideration, was that bubbling that odd concoction would foam and produce a bathtub of white bubbles when bubbled vigorously with the hydrospa engine..so SHIT, i was like being suffocated by the spam of white bubbles. so i had to stop everynow and then to shoo the bubble out of the tub, it was damn irritating. but whatever..luckily i was in a good mood. den crap, my piano teacher suddenly arrived while i was still in the midst of my bathing song. i was like..SHIT SHIT. apparently i estimated the time wrongly so yeah, i chionged out, not bothering to finish clearing up the white mess in the toilet, for my piano lesson. and my teacher complimented my nice nice strawberry smell. wheeee..anw even my hair has the strawberry fragrance now. yep. den about 10mins later, i bro returned home and he wen into the toilet and u noe...like "what the..?" LOL. i was like "ignore the bubbles on the floor, u can jus ladi's toilet for now". anw i found out about my miscalculation and bathing halfway when piano teacher came retarded thing and laughed at me and called me a noob. LOL whatever lah! it's really retarded.&lt;br /&gt;but, i din stone during piano today. WHEEEEE!!! yes!! first time!! i love sunday lessons!! lalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today marks the end of PINK BIMBO WEEK. next week is blue week! and sleep week! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i packed my table for fun tdy.lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss liew yin fong and I are not permitted to purchase and consume any sweet next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will seriously die w/out candies during lecture. but since it's sleep week, i have every right to sleep. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios.new philosophy: love, live, and have fun! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1150566229129144610?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1150566229129144610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1150566229129144610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1150566229129144610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1150566229129144610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/07/yfhouseprocrastprezguessicecreambathhoa.html' title='yfhouse.procrast.prez.guess.icecream.bath.hoagies.'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-7942392872760089030</id><published>2008-07-05T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:18:03.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man...i jus put on about 2.5kg since sch reopened. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fast!! but it's really not my fault. there have been too many events that gave me opportunities to cow consume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENED IN THE PAST 2 WEEKS:&lt;br /&gt;firstly, there was this swensen's splurge with yinfong son jiankai. okay ice cream, my no. one weakness.&lt;br /&gt;then shortly after, there was a peiying camp instructor BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;okay..&lt;br /&gt;next up, it was our sushi BUFFET at suki sushi. well..it's an unwritten rule that we should overeat during buffets..so nvm.&lt;br /&gt;den it was GRANDMA'S SUPER NOISY BIRTHDAY PARTY at MY HOUSE combined with half the box of hersheys chocolate frm htay aung's miniature lorry. well, grandma's party, must show face ma.&lt;br /&gt;Next 2 days were like feeding on leftovers frm the party i.e. chocolate blueberry cake, fried chicken chop, fried shrimp meat, fried fried fried. and hello panda, chocolate..random sugar packed snacks for kids.&lt;br /&gt;and den today, here comes PASAR MALAM! but it's okay..cuz pasar malam's r gettin more ex so i wun wanna spend too much anw. but when i got home,&lt;br /&gt;EX-ANDERSONIAN STEAMBOAT PARTY FOR MY BROTHER! and i'm invited!&lt;br /&gt;what is this!!! so my weight graph plunged up like the himalayas, but it's perfectly reasonable. and i'm skipping the part about 15bucks lunch and ben and jerry's cuz tt's insignificant compared to all these major eating events.&lt;br /&gt;pheww..&lt;br /&gt;rapid weight gain is unhealthy.but bo bian lah!! so i'm sorry figure, bear w the extra blubber for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went ntuc for grocery shopping just now. and i got alot of free stuff!! i got 2 cute orange and yellow ink pens for buying 5bucks of sausages, and i got a free bottle of granulated coffee beans for buying cereal. yep. yayyy&lt;br /&gt;and i was crapping w the bkshop uncle about saving the environment and refusing to take plastic bags. he was like telling me azone has the lousiest paper quality but is v environmentally frenly. uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is dumb cuz i hav math va. i dun feel like doing but whatever...damn i cant go to church den. i was kinda looking 4ward to it. but yea..whatever.&lt;br /&gt;my house is freakin noisy..................the partiers are playing some "Dirty game". i'm sitting on lelong's bday present cuz they took all the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;lelong's present is freakin funny! i want one too! at least my mom wants one. heh i'm not gonna reveal what it is yet..but char and i were playing w it like lunatics and chortling like demented hyeenas. yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh i deleted alot of photos jus now. and i'm quite proud of myself. wheeeeee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.m.i.s.s.y.o.u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm referring to veron chan. HAHA. monkey, she feels so distant. and yes, she is very distant literally. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh come back with a higher asymptote! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlene is not allowed to eat fast food for one week. muahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-7942392872760089030?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/7942392872760089030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=7942392872760089030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/7942392872760089030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/7942392872760089030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8148580454243725849</id><published>2008-07-01T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:50:42.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lessons began 2day.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i jus had piano.&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously suck every week.&lt;br /&gt;i play like a gargoyle. like stoning and my brain seem to freeze the emotional part of me. so i'm like a robot and i play like shit. yep. but i'm seriously tired at 7.20pms. purlease lor..after PE somemore. i can jus die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want my buggin H3 but where the hell am i gonna get a B from?&lt;br /&gt;chem is like probably a U and econs will never be a B considering the fact that i finished less den half of the 2nd essay. tt leaves me w gp. i'm like..&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever...everyone's done badly this time. so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna pay huiyi ten bucks if i dun mug for one day in term 3.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna be an asshole and start reading equilibria later.&lt;br /&gt;no anti-muggers can talk me outta muggin this time, i'm bent on being a mugger for term 3. just one term i can do it. and anyone who tries to influence me non-muggingly, i'll drag u along into my muggin craze. everyone, JUST MUG LAH. den dunnid worry so much about CTs or promos or wadever shit.mug only wad, no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. i wanna swear tdy.it's supposed to be my damn lucky day. but it's jus damn, not lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but i jus found out that my co pres junwei stays at the block beside me. &gt;.&lt; wadthehappy..? i have never seen him in the neighbourhood before, ever ever, despite the fact that i go ntuc almost everyday last time. LOL.oh wells, it's kinda cool though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks cuz i'm freakin tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8148580454243725849?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8148580454243725849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8148580454243725849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8148580454243725849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8148580454243725849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/07/lessons-began-2day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-4079655157777478372</id><published>2008-06-27T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:04:11.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retail therapy.spa.movies.kbox.</title><content type='html'>today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i alighted five stops after NJC.&lt;br /&gt;i am indeed a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..i was like in a subconscious state, as in half asleep yet can wake up anytime condition.. den i noe somehow that i have reached the Hwa Chong stop..den i was telling myself "okay two more stops...two more..two more.." and somehow it became like a chant and hypnotized me to sleep..as in three quarters asleep..&lt;br /&gt;so on wen the bus for about 5-10mins..and i was wondering y 2 stops took so long, so i tot it was in my dream that i saw the Hwa Chong stop. until i opened my eyes and stared out of the window...and keep on staring..and staring...den i stoned for about 12 seconds, trying to process the data my eyes were telling me. apparently, i was at island cremery! wootss..the one with all the nutella ice cream in tubs that dun cost v ex...lalala.. okay but that's not the point. the point is, i've overshot the damn bustop. so i rushed to the bus uncle and wen "NJ reached alr?" in chinese. and the uncles was like "past alr past alr" in chinese. and i was like..siann.....not again...&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but anw i jus got down and den 170 arrived. and being a retard and fearing that i'd take the wrong bus again, i quickly wen to check the board first to make sure that 170 goes to nj. okay so it does. but the bus driver alr assumed that no one's flagging the bus so he kinda stopped in front of the bus stop, doors tightly shut, waiting for the traffic or smthng. so i kinda went beside the bus and started waving at him like an idiot. but his eyes are like fastened to the vehicle at his right, while i was at his left. so yeah. i tried to get e passenger sitting in front's attention by pointing at the bus driver and hinting to him to help me alert the bus driver. well, the passenger caught my intention but it was too late. yep, before he opened the mouth (well he did, partly), the bus zoomed off. damn. well, 174 arrived shortly after, and huiteng was inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i was early still, so i went to remix chinese pop on the piano. it was damn lame. i jumped from jay chou's every song to classical and christmas carols den twinkle twinkle little star, happy bday and mary had a little lamb. but the finale was my all-time favourite To Zanarkand xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spa's not worth mentioning. i had alot of technical errors. but it's quite easy lah. xD&lt;br /&gt;(mmm..cannot leak question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i went for retail therapy with liew yin fong, son and jk tdy! and some how, 200 bucks magically disappeared from my atm account at the end of the day. yep. went suki sushi for buffet, and ate like alot alot alot! but i'm pregnant so i can eat 2 person's share, one for my unborn child. HAH. and charlene's like 4 months pregnant too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;den we played bridge and dai dee in suki, and i had this super shuang winning streak throughout the game until the end i lost about 2-3 games in a row. but it doesnt matter, i'm a card pro! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, we wen for retail therapy! okay mayb only i did. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm on e phone.......blahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-4079655157777478372?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/4079655157777478372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=4079655157777478372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4079655157777478372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4079655157777478372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/06/retail-therapyspamovieskbox.html' title='retail therapy.spa.movies.kbox.'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-187842320243743355</id><published>2008-06-26T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:10:44.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel retarded. there's phy spa tmr but i cant find my notes. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; whatever...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah black sheep. i need to make every physics formula so in my head like one plus one such that even mind blanks cant clear it. Mindblanks feel like resetted GCs, in the wrong way, whereby all the applications disappear..like mine did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wellllll, i'm gonna clear some of my post-stick-to-do-s-since-post-O-levels. Play mahjong's in, buy new bags in, cut hair and not to mention KBOX. wahahaha. splurging week is coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raaaa day 6 of ice cream free.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like dying..had this tolerable crave tdy. woots. it's tolerable at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like gobbling chocolate and sweets everyday as substitutes. take ytd and tdy for example, i practically swallowed a bar, a bag, half a pack of chocs and a whole box of gummies in like 10mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks veron for scanning the prac worksheets for me and the kiss too! haha. though u took my prac home...=pp lalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-187842320243743355?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/187842320243743355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=187842320243743355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/187842320243743355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/187842320243743355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-4613494842432910913</id><published>2008-06-15T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:51:55.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>church.icecream.studying.</title><content type='html'>okay today is the last day of slack day. tmr marks the start of intensive mugging week. till date, i have not completed a single essay. neither have i done gp homework and i dun intend to do it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was really slacky, like crapping much much more den studying. i did like less den 10 physics mcq questions in total. and the worst thing is that those questions are from chapter one, i.e. physical quantities and units. my waves is like terrible even though i read e notes. oh wells, gotta read again.&lt;br /&gt;and MMMMM should really consider a career as a laughing therapist. he's freakin farnie. like HILARIOUS. muahahahahhaha. and thanks to his very contagious laughing gas, my cheek muscles are like aching like ouch now. xDyDzD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i went to church at mgs. i was rather scared at all the devotion and stuff. and everythng seemed like some kinda propaganda and they worship god like in such extreme reverence, or at least the guy preeching did. frankly, i felt really scared, lonely and out of place. i thought church was supposed to be fun and enjoyable. =( oh wells, M5 said it's jus that church. mayb i'll go try huimin's church next time. i bet it'll be more fun =)) but at least the music's pretty nice, but some lyrics are really too much for me. like too corny and stuff, considering the fact that i'm a rather skeptical person. Okay, i shall elaborate more on what i prayed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they first asked us to pray..&lt;br /&gt;i thought we were supposed to confess our sins or sth. so i was like:&lt;br /&gt;"uhh..i'm sorry god, i killed that bee-like beetle ytd. like squashed it. i'm sorry beetle"&lt;br /&gt;budden again,  i thought i wasnt really sorry cuz given a 2nd chance, i wld still kill it. as in it was irritating me while i was trying to study and i wun blame it if it wanted revenge. so i felt rather hypocritical and was like in a dilemma. but b4 i cld continue praying, the lights were switched on again, so i din bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second time they asked us to pray..&lt;br /&gt;i heard the guy mention sth bout asking god to bless u w sth. but at tt point of time, i honestly seriously dunnid anythng to b blessed with, i mean i'm perfectly contented. but i still had to pray for smthng so i wen:&lt;br /&gt;"um..i hope that there'll be world peace and ppl will stop destroying the environment so global warming can be alleviated. I wish that everyone can be happy everyday and that mean, bad, evil people will be elightened and turn good.i hope that everyone here will be blessed with whatever they desire for..."&lt;br /&gt;okay it sounded damn kuku but i really din noe what to ask for myself. so i became a saint and wished for u noe..world peace and stuff. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the 3rd time, we were told to ask god to "come to me".&lt;br /&gt;i was like..HUH? i mean honestly i dun want god to "come to me". it's like damn weird, cuz i'm not even his devotee, neither do i have such immense faith in him. and yes, i'm very skeptical about such stuff, not tt i dun believe in god, i jus found him like a friend, not like my king or smthng. so i thought it's ridiculous to ask him to "come to me" since i dun deserve it. so while everyone was like "god, come to me", i was like:&lt;br /&gt;"god, please go to them. i think they need u much more than i do, and they deserve u more. i'm dun have that deep holy faith these guys possess so please go to them. dun come to me when there's so many others who greatly desire your attention. but it's okay if u are bored and jus want a little chit chat or sth.."&lt;br /&gt;okay seriously, if god came to me instead of them, i'll feel damn guilty la. so i'd rather he'd not come since i hate feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the last time we were supposed to pray for joy, that we'd find our path to happiness or something. and the guy said smthng bout "let all sorrow be gone...filled w nth but tears of joy". and i imagined a life flooded with tears of joy, feeling touched by love everything and i honestly freaked out. the whole thing's too sentimental for me. which led to my very irrational prayer. it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, please bless me with sorrow! i dun wanna live a life without sorrow at all! i want some sorrow! sorrow that would make me feel. smthng that can make me stronger but not too intense to hurt me too badly. please dun take all sorrow away from me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it was really stupid to ask for sorrow. like idiotic. but i was pretty agitated by the picture of life w/out sorrow. it's like deviod of sadness, and do enjoy sadness. so out of rashness i actually asked for sorrow. and i hope, nth sorrowful will occur this week! now i'm like really scared lah!! retarded.....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez..btw i'm on a diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....an ice cream diet. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been sticking to it very loyally this month. basically here's a list of ice cream i ate this month, dun drool on it. =)&lt;br /&gt;Day&lt;br /&gt;1  Mr Softee&lt;br /&gt;2 Green tea ice cream&lt;br /&gt;3 Nestle Drumstick Retro Icecream&lt;br /&gt;4 Chestnut Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;5 (guzheng concert, no time eat ice cream)&lt;br /&gt;6 Moo Ice cream Cone&lt;br /&gt;7 Swensens fondue plus EarthQuake&lt;br /&gt;8 (never eat)&lt;br /&gt;9 Nestle Drumstick concerto&lt;br /&gt;10 Ben and Jerry's  New York Super Fudge&lt;br /&gt;11 Uzumake Sesame Icecream&lt;br /&gt;12 BK Hershey Sundae Pie&lt;br /&gt;13 Magnolia mag-a-cone chocolate&lt;br /&gt;14 Mr Softee&lt;br /&gt;15 Andersen's Belgian Choc and Chunky Banana ice cream sundae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crown me ice princess, dun be jealous people. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream's my love.&lt;br /&gt; and piano too.&lt;br /&gt;if piano was a guy, i'd marry him immediately. i wish i cld turn my piano into a hot hunk. cuz i really love it very much!!!!!! marry me, mr piano. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-4613494842432910913?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/4613494842432910913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=4613494842432910913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4613494842432910913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/4613494842432910913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/06/churchicecreamstudying.html' title='church.icecream.studying.'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-859973773449181683</id><published>2008-06-14T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:36:31.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i dun feel like sleeping yet, and i dun feel like doing physics. so here goes smthng that miss lau jin yi tagged me long long long time ago. anw i saw it on mei's bf's blog again so i tot i'd jus entertain myself w it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp;amp; replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag 5 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 If your lover betrayed you, what will your first reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;like..huh??? wth???&lt;br /&gt;#2 If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;to laugh everyday!&lt;br /&gt;#3 What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;smthng tt i'd never have thought of.&lt;br /&gt;#4 Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;#5 What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;myself.haha.&lt;br /&gt;#6 Which would you rather, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;neither. how about loving me and being loved by me? xp&lt;br /&gt;#7 How long do you intend to wait for someone u really love?&lt;br /&gt;i dun have a deadline.&lt;br /&gt;#8 If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;let it remain a secret.&lt;br /&gt;#9 Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;Chemical bonding.&lt;br /&gt;#10 Are you in love or being loved now?&lt;br /&gt;like with myself and by myself?&lt;br /&gt;#11 How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;old.&lt;br /&gt;#12 Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;my friends, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;#13 What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;A bored one.&lt;br /&gt;#14 Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;single &amp;amp; rich. diamonds are forever (quoted from huimin).&lt;br /&gt;#15 What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;#16 Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;#17 If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;neither. i'll go slap myself in the face first.&lt;br /&gt;#18 Would you fall for a friend?&lt;br /&gt;uh i would never fall for a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;#19 What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;crappy, random ones. like me.&lt;br /&gt;#20 What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;they arent frens if i dislike them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh tt's all.? how lame....lol. okay i better slp. my head's gettin heavy. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-859973773449181683?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/859973773449181683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=859973773449181683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/859973773449181683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/859973773449181683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-i-dun-feel-like-sleeping-yet-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-2242260785736489537</id><published>2008-06-14T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:15:46.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi blog, i bet u missed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy's like the 14th of june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's guzheng tmr and i better rmb to go, anw char's gg as well. YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dan's sick. honey, i miss u. awww get up and go kbox with us nxt week lah! xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to extend my misses to all my loved ones today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS LIM LI RONG, TENG HUIDAN: i freakin miss u two monkeys like hell. Ya that's about it, i jus miss you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS/MR VERON CHAN WAIYI, LOOI HUIYI: hello chimpanzees, i need my dose of intimate day. I feel so deprived of love w/out u guys. HELLO SCHOOL PLEASE REOPEN. I WANT TO SEE YOU TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovely anderson 4-3 mates: i miss captain's ball really badly. can we have a captain's ball gathering one day? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the red hot chilli peppers sexy anderson BBALL: balling hav nv been the same w/out u guys. i wanna see us rock tgt in the nationals again. i wanna scream and hug u guys all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rj og peeps and classmates: i'll camp near j8 every now and then, in hope of catching u guys by accident. drop by often!! i want to see miss su chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuzzy LEE LI XUAN: heellooooo are u still alive?? or did u choke on dumbcane?? i haven heard from u for agesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! and i hope u still love me baby. HAHA. MUACKS muah sexy cousin. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..tt's about it. it's time to slp. physics tutorials shall be procrastinated to tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no slack.studystudy.today's an exception.tmr will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stained the words that left your lips,&lt;br /&gt;stained the skin carassed by yours,&lt;br /&gt;stained it all. stained it all.&lt;br /&gt;i used bleach,&lt;br /&gt;it will come off- i'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-2242260785736489537?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/2242260785736489537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=2242260785736489537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2242260785736489537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/2242260785736489537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-blog-i-bet-u-missed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8165681205791403419</id><published>2008-06-04T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:35:50.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CO CONCERT IS TMR!! AHH!!! CAN'T WAITT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i had ex-co interview. and i was the first one to be interviewed cuz miss cute valerie din dare go first and she cunningly used her "help me take costume" to persuade me to take her place. Raaaaaaaaa. but i'm really too grateful to say no lah, thanks to her and zhiwen i dun hav to make a trip to zion road (tailor) for the costume.=)&lt;br /&gt;yep but my interview was erm..not very good. i suck at interviews, seriously. i cant answer questions bombed in my face for nuts. bleagh. i'd rather answer it on a paper like doin survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez i need to study after my concert. START studying. not like i dun wan to before that, but there's really no time. what kinda lousy holiday is this..&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the plan is:&lt;br /&gt;Do essays for gp. write like five essays and exchange with meiling. MUSTMUSTMUST!!! cannot fail!&lt;br /&gt;Ask gor to tutor me econs twice a week!&lt;br /&gt;finish my bloody homework for P, C, M before planning to do anythng else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i might need a contingency plan, in case this fails. which is very likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's like 3 gatherings this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and PW interview on monday! I CANT WAIT!!&lt;br /&gt;kah swee rocks man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8165681205791403419?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8165681205791403419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8165681205791403419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8165681205791403419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8165681205791403419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/06/co-concert-is-tmr-ahh-cant-waitt-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-9029748110327498555</id><published>2008-06-02T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:03:10.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kong.sch.gz.video.</title><content type='html'>i haven slept since 1030pm ytd night. which means about 21 hours plus. WOWWWWWW and i still feel energetic. where de hell do i get e energy from..?? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sch to help do a collage for ms lim. mmm it's beautifulllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. it's like my most beautiful art piece ever in my life. hahahaaa. no, i dun deserve to fail art in sec two. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have to make a video for gz ex-co elections. and i jus realised i have movie maker! wheee. but shit, i'm a IT noob. zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spa-ed at home jus now. it's called hydrotherapy. =D and it cleanses yr skin like totally, leaving it smooth and supple. mmmmm..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green tea ice cream today! what's next tmr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sad for the slaughtered poultry, i wanna be vegetarian on a weekly basis. =( poor chickens.&lt;br /&gt;but i spare no sympathy for fishes. they should simply be eaten. yep. every one should be born penguins and eat fish everyday. DIE FISHES, DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-9029748110327498555?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/9029748110327498555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=9029748110327498555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/9029748110327498555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/9029748110327498555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/06/kongschgzvideo.html' title='kong.sch.gz.video.'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-6520128326195163052</id><published>2008-05-31T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:50:02.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee guang mo hui jus ended tdy! and i had so much food. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm back to 50kg when rounded up. square one. shitshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw pyps camp was cool, literally too. geez there's much i wanna blog abt actually, but i'm kinda tired now. so..oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-6520128326195163052?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/6520128326195163052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=6520128326195163052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6520128326195163052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6520128326195163052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/05/whee-guang-mo-hui-jus-ended-tdy-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8513066779589279036</id><published>2008-05-24T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:54:47.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday.dvd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your blows are too harsh; i havent much strength left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate holidays. holidays mean loneliness=emo-ness=depression=binge-ing. there's nothin to distract yr brain from thinking about stuff that makes u unhappy. holidays drain me.&lt;br /&gt;books are a runaway. holidays corner me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HOLIDAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. PLEASE JUST DROWN ME WITH LESSONS OR WORK OR WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to immerse myself in my new korean dvd drame serial about MONEY. i have absolutely no mood to do work this 2 weeks. i just wanna eat and slp and watch tv. yep. and life sucks big time. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8513066779589279036?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8513066779589279036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8513066779589279036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8513066779589279036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8513066779589279036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/05/holidaydvd.html' title='holiday.dvd.'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8102131990348016803</id><published>2008-05-19T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:07:28.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i figured out there must be some sort of a close relationship between unbearably inferno weathers and me binge-ing. hot days make me pissed, which therefore triggers the binge bug. noisy environment makes me frustrated, irritated, infuriated, which in turn triggers the binge bug again. so hot weather plus noisy environment equates to binge bug squared, which explains why i binged thrice today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freakin hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;binge-ing drives me nuts. i jus cant stop. i hate holidays. they give me a reason, or an excuse to be exact, to binge. i will never ever ever stay at home for another holiday. at least that'll eliminate the noise factor.&lt;br /&gt;bugger, i despise myself throughly. me, and that perverse appetite of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps i should seek help from a counsellor, but that's like admitting and accepting that fact that i'm a bloody fucking compulsive overeater with no sense of self-control. i dun like this kind of truths. and i really dun find it appealing at all to label myself as that. screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dun screw yrself up even if life screws it up.&lt;br /&gt;sadism is not a virtue,&lt;br /&gt;neither is masochism.&lt;br /&gt;so quit harming yrself cuz you think it's gonna help,&lt;br /&gt;cuz it aint, and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;jus go hide in a corner and cry like a wimp,&lt;br /&gt;it works better.&lt;br /&gt;dun attempt to escape into obsessions,&lt;br /&gt;cuz you cant run forever.&lt;br /&gt;it wearies your soul,&lt;br /&gt;your mind,&lt;br /&gt;your heart,&lt;br /&gt;your life.&lt;br /&gt;convince yourself,&lt;br /&gt;it aint a big deal. nothing ever is. nothing will ever be.&lt;br /&gt;stay happy, u were once ever smiling.&lt;br /&gt;dun forget that dormant part of you.&lt;br /&gt;have faith in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;believe it'll rise again.&lt;br /&gt;life din ruin you,&lt;br /&gt;dun ruin your life.&lt;br /&gt;forget what experience taught you,&lt;br /&gt;reality is not just but lies and hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;in this world,&lt;br /&gt;sincerity exists;&lt;br /&gt;honesty exists;&lt;br /&gt;affection exists;&lt;br /&gt;love exists;&lt;br /&gt;our naive vision of an ideal world,&lt;br /&gt;is more than just imagination.&lt;br /&gt;simply put faith in life.&lt;br /&gt;i urge you to&lt;br /&gt;step out of your solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8102131990348016803?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8102131990348016803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8102131990348016803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8102131990348016803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8102131990348016803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-figured-out-there-must-be-some-sort.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1277329603485928321</id><published>2008-05-19T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:48:55.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nj's chemistry notes are comparable to junk.&lt;br /&gt;i dun see how it helps in answering all those buggin tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;my tutorials remain blanks despite working on it for the past 3hour 48mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am i just stupid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1277329603485928321?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1277329603485928321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1277329603485928321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1277329603485928321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1277329603485928321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/05/njs-chemistry-notes-are-comparable-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-6624441112265251973</id><published>2008-05-19T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:52:03.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought i just made a resolution never to binge again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing about addiction-you can never completely get rid of it. It's jus dormant, but never extinct. Truth is, you r stuck with it for life.&lt;br /&gt;so bottomline: just dun touch cigarettes and drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need a 30-day binge-ing cessation. and i'm gonna blog about it, but not here. =D&lt;br /&gt;got inspired by my pw journey i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-6624441112265251973?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/6624441112265251973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=6624441112265251973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6624441112265251973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6624441112265251973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-thought-i-just-made-resolution-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1301635329942362330</id><published>2008-05-19T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:49:37.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woots it's time too come up with a list of holiday resolutions. =D&lt;br /&gt;no time squandering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i was emotionally distraught since morning, when my printer disobeyed me and wasted by two freakin hours. den to my utter dismay, i realised that i hav outgrown (horizontally) my "new" clothes. goddammnit. i felt like shit and went for shopping therapy looking like a beggar (donned in what's left of my fittable clothes) beside the all-dressed-up-and-ever-so-glamourous huimin and jinyi. well, conversations w them are always so hilarious and we ended up roaring in laughter every now and then. minnie bought a pretty dress. i bought uzumaki ice cream, toriQ, pork floss egg bun, pop dough and Royce. jinyi seemed to have remained empty handed according to my memory. yep, so tt's about today. not very fun considering the fact that i have to add another binge day to my calendar. it's the lucky number eigth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom jus came back from dubai and she brought home with her a suitcase of dubai food. now tell me how am i supposed to resist that?&lt;br /&gt;think: it's a test from god. i wun touch it until next weekend okay! at least tt's for the chocolates, the nuts shall be another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, ants seem to have invaded my room in a sinister attempt to take over it. It's irritating, particularly when they keep crawling onto my legs in a ticklish manner. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'll strive to shrink back to my original forty-six before holidays start so that i'll hav clothes to wear for the intended shopping trips during the junes. holaluya =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1301635329942362330?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1301635329942362330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1301635329942362330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1301635329942362330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1301635329942362330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/05/woots-its-time-too-come-up-with-list-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-6921964006818535925</id><published>2008-05-16T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:10:08.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoohoo today's such a musical day. if every day's liddat, i'll turn into a mozart soon. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly in the morning, there was this funny guy who was forced to sing the sch song through the mike during assembly. okay so this part's not exactly musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after sch there was this band auditions and i practically followed the music from the canteen all the way to amphi. geez, i'm so proud of my sense of hearing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;the first band had this really awesome vocalist, impressive. =D&lt;br /&gt;stalker's band has a pretty skilled drummer who had the "feel" of drums and stalker was pro too himself.&lt;br /&gt;full-time full-time.lol.&lt;br /&gt;but i was really envious of the drummer. DRUMSSSSSSSSS i wanna learn drumssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a whole list to wanna-learns that i really wanna learn:&lt;br /&gt;e.g. harp, drums, air rifle, pool, tennis, singing, HORSE RIDING.&lt;br /&gt;but there's no bloody time.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to the musical day..&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after tt i rushed off to watch Su Chin's co concert at spore conference hall. OMG RJ's co is freakin impressive. WOW. the er hu soloist is bian tai one, super nice! then they had alot of qian da songs, which keeps getting lullaby-ish i.e. softer and softer den all of the sudden "BANG!" and wen climax. it's actually quite nice, but the thing is i was on the verge of falling asleep when the soft part ended, and the BOOM practically startled me lah. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;the concert's really inspirational. i'm gonna practise hard for guzheng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya cannot miss guzheng tmr!! ahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw tian long tdy! and he triggered the anderson nostalgy tingy in me tt makes me wanna cry. =( I MISS ANDERSON!! like TOTALLY!! tian long rocks. four three zero seven rocks. like TOTALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, we bumped into andersonians (juniors) on the train tt we took wrongly (both of us apparently hav equally terrible sense of direction xp), one of which looked like caishan's sis...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wellllllll, i'm gonna bcome a harpist, a drummer, a etc.. ONE DAY! pick one for june holidays! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-6921964006818535925?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/6921964006818535925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=6921964006818535925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6921964006818535925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6921964006818535925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/05/whoohoo-todays-such-musical-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-285788370378505028</id><published>2008-05-09T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:43:05.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is bballish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. happy ID090508! bad wai/hui yi left early to watch match. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i played bbal after school alone at first.&lt;br /&gt;but shortly after, the ex-andersonian gang passed by and decided to play w me&lt;br /&gt;whee&lt;br /&gt;den later in the evening, da dui-ed with some seniors, one of which is my ex-and senior whom i din recognise. and den in the middle of the match, everyone started looking at their fingernails-.-&lt;br /&gt;and my bbal skills is getting really lousy now.my open lay-ups can miss jus like that. heiba's gonna feel so embarassed tt he was my coach. lol. =(&lt;br /&gt;and den i went home in 852, which is really stupid cuz the bus ride is like..longlonglong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i mistook my stalker's guitar for a tennis racket. god, that is so retarded and humilating. *slaps myself*&lt;br /&gt;i thought of picking up tennis frm a coach last time, but abolished that idea cuz i was totally unconfident of myself and i feared tt i'd twist my wrist too often. lol. but i like watching the american babes playing tennis, gosh they look so hot. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's dinner's like 8plus pm and i was utterly famished. so i had a rather big dinner with snacks after that and a lychee mai ya tang. lychee's not bad, and it's much stickier den the honeydew. mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is gettin boring this days.zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant believe i teared. i thought i'm cool with it, now that everything seems okay. i'm kinda disappointed with myself though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-285788370378505028?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/285788370378505028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=285788370378505028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/285788370378505028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/285788370378505028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-bballish-btw.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-5518343212547268210</id><published>2008-05-04T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:41:53.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's stupid. when past and present differ so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an oldie popped into my blardy head since this morning, and refused to cease:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never had a dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till the day that I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though I pretend that I've moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never found the words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the one I think about each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I know no matter where life takes me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A part of me will always be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in my memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've lost all sense of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and tomorrow can never be cos yesterday is all that fills my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no use looking back or wondering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How it should be now or might have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's not my fault this melody rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason, it inspired me to read and re-read some....historical papers. which unfortunately, filled me with nausea and bitterness, some hint of self-regret and disappointment, together with a sweep of antagony, yet triggered a dash of sugar conveyed in a slight, contained smile.&lt;br /&gt;and i wondered again and again, what stopped me from tearing up that piece of paper into nasty, furious shreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.........i wished you never sweared. cuz you've ruined the sacredness of everything that shone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe the day will come when i'll smugly strike off those minute words up there with thick bold, black ink. yes huimin u're right, we can only rely on belief to keep on living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and god noes why i keep gettin hungry so easily these days. something is wrong with my intestine. it's becoming more and more efficient at digesting junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i heard that i have a big boyfriend, and that reminds me of the african black dream guy i had last week. OH NO, please dun let my dream come true!! dreams are not supposed to come true in reality you noe. *prays*&lt;br /&gt;OMG tt fits in so well, my stomach is probably expanding its capacity in an attempt to fatten me up to suit my BIG boyfriend should that unpleasant fantasy of mine come true. HOLY SHIT. nooooo!!! please let me dream of tintin or some other mr bamboo stick tonight. perhaps i should go and watch tintin porn or smthng to spark my otherwise non-existant desire for stickmen. HELPPPP i dun wan a gargantuan lover!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing i'm sure of, i'm absolutely nuts today, if not everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five layers of correction tape on my chem tutorial. and i still cant get it right. brain, please come back i dun wanna be a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i've yet to express my gratitude to a bunch of kind souls who helped satisfy my craving tongue and greedy intestines yesterday. despite bringing not even a single cent to sch (for a bimbotic reason), i managed to get free drinks, free macoroni cheese, free pineapple rice, free chocolate muffin, free brownie, free apple pie, free chocolate cookie. woots. nice people, THANKS LOADS. you-noe-who-you-are. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new theme for next week: crispy cereal week (i.e. CC week). i shall indulge in crispy cereals everyday!&lt;br /&gt;-.- how random..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-5518343212547268210?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/5518343212547268210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=5518343212547268210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5518343212547268210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5518343212547268210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8517575101640454125</id><published>2008-05-03T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:02:23.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've learnt to be cool;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt to be masked;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt to be non-chalant;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt so much-&lt;br /&gt;but really, when will i ever &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. i'm a bloody fifty kg. quit binge-ing, for god's sake. HUIMIN, HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's throughly self-esteem plunging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;confidence robbing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and till some extent, insulting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's hard to face the cruel, blunt truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that i'm in fact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8517575101640454125?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8517575101640454125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8517575101640454125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8517575101640454125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8517575101640454125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-learnt-to-be-cool-ive-learnt-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1678625619255945233</id><published>2008-05-01T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:50:47.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i went for shopping therapy and spent about hundred bucks. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i finally spent my 20dollar john little voucher buying a bottle of perfume. which i hope is not the wrong one. geez..long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;i jus realised that i left all my chemistry stuff in school.  and there's a chem test tmr. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. i'm quite insecure now. cant even do any last min muggin. blahhhhhhhhhhhhh.dumb dumbdumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a shirt and shirt from flesh imp for 10 bucks each. YAY~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-watching korean drama now. about some dancing thing. and i really appreciate traditional dances. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;library's closed today.damndamn.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna borrow twilight, pride and prejudice, wuthering heights. yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1678625619255945233?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1678625619255945233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1678625619255945233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1678625619255945233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1678625619255945233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-i-went-for-shopping-therapy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-5027853322976166603</id><published>2008-05-01T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:20:15.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom's behaviour is rather amusing, i jus realised.&lt;br /&gt;recently, she's been hooked onto ALVIN AND CHIPMUNKS memory game on her hp, which was intro-ed by me. and she snaps at anyone who interupts her game.&lt;br /&gt;and she's also in to bei yong jun and winter sonata now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, i'm a goner and i'm hopeless. at least at this point of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-5027853322976166603?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/5027853322976166603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=5027853322976166603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5027853322976166603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5027853322976166603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-moms-behaviour-is-rather-amusing-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-6883095351916383757</id><published>2008-04-29T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:16:49.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a few days ago, i saw whitey with a gargantuan black fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days later, i watched some NBA video with my brother. it featured O'Neal and other big black guys dunking like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night i dreamt i fell in love with a huge black guy the size of O'Neal. and he protected me from ghosts that haunted my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w.ha.t.the.h.a.pp.y.??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-6883095351916383757?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/6883095351916383757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=6883095351916383757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6883095351916383757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6883095351916383757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/04/few-days-ago-i-saw-whitey-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-5840813998499545456</id><published>2008-04-28T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:41:29.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is another glutton day at home. please tie me up onto a chair with a 5cm thick rope to stop me from raping my kitchen, cabinet, refridgerator, freezer and containers. i cannot resist the urge to binge when i'm awfully stressed-out. i mean, on the desk lies "econs essay"; on the kitchen table lies "hersheys cookie and cream chocolate". even an idiot would prefer chocolate to homework rite? and eating is a perfectly reasonable excuse to run away from homework, or in other words, procrastinate. no one can fault be for not doing work when i'm eating, even if it means dilly dallying at the table top for like one hour, walking about the kitchen digging for biscuits to entertain my restless gums...etc etc.blah. i want my bloody hot figure back lah.! LOL. okay i din treasure it last time, cladding myself in all those baggy bballer style sleepwear; i'm sorry okay, i'm SORRY. dun punish me like that, i'm only seventeen! and 18 is supposed to be a girl's most glamourous year. so please return me my curves before jan29 2009 (woah it's a nice number). =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, kong reprimanded us. i feel sad for her. the part bout being "less of a mother". omfg..*heartaches. i wonder if tt was how my dad felt years back then..*sigh. i guess i'll go read up on energy changes later..if i'm not asleep alr. dedicated teachers deserve more nerds and muggers as a form of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's lectures were crap. i can congradulate myself for copying everything blindly and not understanding a single shit about oscillations. pop open a whisky and let's toast in celebration. =D&lt;br /&gt;and i accidentally fell asleep during chem lecture. wadthehelllah. no way, i'm a nerd i'm a nerd i'm a blardee nerd. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. is freaking dumb. i miss captain's ball in anderson. WHY CANT WE HAV A GAME OF CLASS CAPTAIN'S BALL JUS LIKE LAST TIME??!!! super nostalgic man!! tmr i'll play bbal myself and lone in one corner if veron and huiyi's not arnd again. i have this outburst of energy tt i must satisfy during P.E. i cant bring myself to stone during P.E. lah. got too much energy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch forbidden kingdom lahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;i wish that hot/cute hongkong guy who sells octopus balls in japan would ask me out to disneyland or smthng. OMG!!! why am I fantasizing about some hot stranger who's 10000 miles away?? *slaps myself*&lt;br /&gt;tt's so like some love-struck despo aunty crushing on cutesy-faced pretty boys with gorgeous trendy dyed golden hair (like manga characters), who also sells octopus balls and flashes killer smiles. omfg omfg omfg&lt;br /&gt;*SLAP SLAP SLAP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokay i noe i'm probably influenced by miss seah huimin and her desperate desire for mr collins. amithaba. i'm a nun okay, nerdy nun.&lt;br /&gt;....but he's really cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. ahhhh!!! *SLAP!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my face is red with slaps (and blushing) now. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots. cheers to more breeds of hongkong/jap handsomes cultivated in spore! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-5840813998499545456?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/5840813998499545456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=5840813998499545456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5840813998499545456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/5840813998499545456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-is-another-glutton-day-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-1043425067650765038</id><published>2008-04-27T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:12:05.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>staying at home kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like...scolding again.&lt;br /&gt;i practically do nothin but eat and sleep at home. seriously. i feel like a useless pig at home. and the migraines invade my brain whenever homework comes into mind. wa piangggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not interested in doin pw today but how am i gonna ans to pretty legs and the rest of my grp members if i dont? bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh aiiiiii aiiiiiionlywannabeyourfreeeennnnnn........sowhyyiwhyyiiwhyiiiiiii...blahhhhhhhhhhh i'm listening to tao ze on my sexy phone rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonkers day.&lt;br /&gt;i rather go sch without lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, my mood is smileys. i can represent what i'm feeling right now in smileys. it's simple, simply dumb/bored/restless. the yawning smiley.&lt;br /&gt;okay wadever. crap. i wish some hot superstar would tag my board and tell me he has a crush on me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, cheer up to toast anw. chao da kia, i'm yr elder sis today okay. so u better smile cuz i'm ordering you to. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-1043425067650765038?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/1043425067650765038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=1043425067650765038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1043425067650765038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/1043425067650765038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/04/staying-at-home-kills-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-3809243299419170604</id><published>2008-04-26T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T01:42:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress.3kg.sleep.testtest.</title><content type='html'>summary of this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)bloody stressed. &lt;em&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;school curriculum's been accelerating at #&amp;amp;#)@(*&amp;amp;^)!*%&amp;amp;^% m/s^-2. math's beginning on graphing tutorials, differentiation lecture (which i din hear a thing). phy's done w dynamics and going on to forces which i finished but got all my momentum answers for dynamics wrong, phy lecture's still catchable. the upside? it's gettin more interesting. that thing bout the bridge collapsing having to do w oscillation. mayb i can figure out a way to make the school collapse. LOL. econs is vague as usual. chem's at...somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gettin more white hair, eating alot more den normal and sleeping much much lesser den in the past. haiz..sch and it's detrimental effects of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)i put on 3kg. like..wth? i'm approaching the much dreaded 50, oh no! time to get back in shape! Thanks to the lousy meal times nj arranged for us, i'm eating like constantly every second during sch times. i really c no point in the 20min break for breakfast den lunch comes like 1.5 hours later. -.- as if our stomachs are hi-speed digesting machines. but i eat anyway, cuz after that it'll be a long long period of lessons. which i cont eating portable stuff. and food helps to keep awake during lectures, and to replenish the energy deficiency due to lack to sleep. budden again, i realised i neednt bother with recess times, since i can consume my portable lunch boxes anywhere, anytime i want. that's the point of being portable in the first place. i have decided to eat jus three meals a day at more proper times instead of like ten meals daily with about 1hour break btwn meals. tt's just sick. and gluttony. still, 3kg in less den 2 weeks is absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)i having financial difficulty now. i feel like i've been emptying my wallet rather frequently this week. there's been like countless trips to the atm machine for some reason. anw weekends mean that i gotta purchase my groceries for next week. zzz. fun, but expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)i am absolutely sleep deprived, nocturnal and withering. next week will be the official sleep week. i will go home after sch to sleep, esp since there's no guzheng. wheeee. i think stress is affecting my bowel movement, i'm still not shitting as smoothly. lol-obscene statement. need to shove more veggies down my throat next week. battle the ass (hole)!&lt;br /&gt;migraine's been killing me this week. it's like my 3kg grew in my head. whether it's brain growth or wad i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)my mom palm read me and once again emphasized the fact that my life is flooded with a chain of troubles. den she told me my fingers say i'm very lucky. the latter i found rather unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch. there's guzheng tmr and my head hurts. i was supposed to do my gp journal entry which was due today. oh wells..expected, since academic work at home was never productive, not even the slightest bit. i slept for like 3 hours plus jus now but my head still hurts. i probably lagged a total of 15 accumulated hours of sleep this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP. gd nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's you i have to place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-3809243299419170604?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/3809243299419170604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=3809243299419170604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3809243299419170604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/3809243299419170604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/04/stress3kgsleeptesttest.html' title='stress.3kg.sleep.testtest.'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8388957806006354152</id><published>2008-04-23T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:50:42.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;just disappeared-it never existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just-has 2 meanings to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metaphorical rantings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed at that bottle of sand with it's bits of sticky irritating disgusting shit-coloured things that becomes super gross when moist. YUCK. and then the plastic bag thrown into the beach river, contributing to environmental pollution, trapping mosquito larvae, spreading malaria and dengue, choking fishes. hazard. plastic bags are smelly. esp plastic bags filled with onions. throw em away. throw em all away.  sand is stupid. it's part of the beautiful beach, part of it. it's a phony and it's the most gross thing on the romantic beach. beaches aint that gorgeous sometimes, when u r on it. but frm afar they look delicious. step on it, and sand gets stuck between yr toes. i hate sand stuck between my toes. it's so hard to remove and when u wash it off and step on it accidentally again, it gets stuck dere again. so u hav to either stay in the water or chop off yr toes. but den again, the beach, i envy the waves. the sand's powerless against them. and they splash here and dere, so happy and carefree and ppl love them. and it's fun to surf on em. but stupid ppl throw plastic bags filled with garlic and onions into the water bodies and spoil the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i jus need to get smthng off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;next time i'll scold a bowl of wanton mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new found stress reliever: scolding non-living things. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8388957806006354152?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8388957806006354152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8388957806006354152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8388957806006354152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8388957806006354152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-disappear.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8927354516947050212</id><published>2008-04-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:05:33.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was shot at by a sniper,&lt;br /&gt;and i retaliated with a bazooka.&lt;br /&gt;now i became the murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddamnyou justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again and again yr litany of weeps.  arghhh stop acting. it disgust me. #)E$*@#_R*&amp;amp;)@!(*DJF#@)@)#@(* (*%#&amp;amp; whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want anderson back. i hav no love for nj. apparently, this place is shit. hell. dungeon. flooded with dumb, stupid devils; malicious fiends; trapped, helpless angels; and a chunk of shit in the toilet bowls. i want to lock myself in a white four-walled windowless room and study everyday. i feel like indulging in self-torment to numb myself of any pathetic hope, desire or sensitivity. i want to become a zombie and bury myself in textbooks and essays.&lt;br /&gt;that way, i can run away from all these unpredictable unbearable mundane sufferings of life.&lt;br /&gt;kill me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny why people tend to classify reality into boxes.&lt;br /&gt;it's either victim or vilian;&lt;br /&gt;either right or wrong;&lt;br /&gt;either angel or devil;&lt;br /&gt;either me or you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny cuz in reality, nothing can ever be defined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8927354516947050212?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8927354516947050212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8927354516947050212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8927354516947050212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8927354516947050212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-shot-at-by-sniper-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-626337136895104609</id><published>2008-04-20T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:00:38.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i've completed less den 50percent of today's todo list. hooray!&lt;br /&gt;still an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i suck in apgp. i stunned at 2 questions for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i jus realised that i hav gp homework!&lt;br /&gt;wheee&lt;br /&gt;DAMN whee man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's pinic day in sch for me. can replenish my locker stocks with my freshly purchased hot chocolate and campbell soup and alpen bars and sweetpotato biscuits! wahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guzheng tmr! pe tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is sleeping week. i will jus keep sleeping and sleeping. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-626337136895104609?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/626337136895104609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=626337136895104609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/626337136895104609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/626337136895104609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-ive-completed-less-den-50percent.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-990044007628472259</id><published>2008-04-20T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:21:59.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've completed 25&amp;amp; of today's to-do list which comprises of four things to do. the first thing is PI draft three. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guzheng's taking up hours of my precious weekend, not tt i'm complaining. i seem to hav an inborn predilection towards guzheng or perhaps it's due to the olden cheena shows (that features delicate petitle long-haired demure ladies dancing their fingers gracefully on the guzheng) i've been watching since the age of four. and apparently, guzheng's linked to chinese martial arts. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i have till 3pm to blog. which is eight mins away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i'm gonna do summation and apgp for 2 hours. I WILL DO IT OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den i'm going to eat vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;and den hopefully i will poo.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiT.&lt;br /&gt;it's 3.18 and i'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;i'm off.ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-990044007628472259?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/990044007628472259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=990044007628472259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/990044007628472259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/990044007628472259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-completed-25-of-todays-to-do-list.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-6158244196002684747</id><published>2008-04-20T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:05:41.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A strip of pulp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its redolence infused my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the memories it spoke;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the thoughts it evoke;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things i want to grasp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;retain and reminisce;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till hades ascends;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till heaven falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-6158244196002684747?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/6158244196002684747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=6158244196002684747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6158244196002684747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/6158244196002684747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/04/strip-of-pulp-its-redolence-infused-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8566005516198327683</id><published>2008-04-20T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:03:32.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is gettin meaningless. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastinating takes up 80percent of my time.&lt;br /&gt;i have squandered away precious hours doing nth on sat and now i'm too tired to do any work. apparently i need to touch up my PI and do gp and some other stuff which i'm too tired to recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i went shopping today at causeway point. today, i spent about forty bucks on food. cuz cold storage had big offers. lol. and my cheap-skate nature cant help but splurge on discounted stuff. heh.&lt;br /&gt;more chocolate brownies and cakes today. more constipation today. i will binge on veggies next week, till my constipation's finally cured. goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the fuck is my msn hanging...? -pms-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i gained two bloody kg. the growing foetus in my belly.&lt;br /&gt; wadever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i'm mood swinging now..thanks to THE PILE of undone work. i really dun feel like doing anything today. FINE I'LL STAY AT HOME AND FINISH ALL MY WORK TMR. whatever whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huimin's anderson nostalgia's getting onto me. i fucking detest nj now. urgh. today is pissing me off. i wish my brother would make me cry now, trigger tt tear bug. okay i shall schedule tmr. plan it out and FOLLOW IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punk.rock.shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like an urban rebellous juvenile delinquent today. shit rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;charade, charade&lt;br /&gt;everything you've said.&lt;br /&gt;our little dates;&lt;br /&gt;the promises you made;&lt;br /&gt;your masquerade.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to wait,&lt;br /&gt;reasons i hate;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings must forsake,&lt;br /&gt;affections disengaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8566005516198327683?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8566005516198327683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8566005516198327683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8566005516198327683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8566005516198327683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-is-gettin-meaningless.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-7206416902951832505</id><published>2008-04-13T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:43:08.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's sunday and i've havent:&lt;br /&gt;1)touched PI&lt;br /&gt;2)studied econs&lt;br /&gt;3)done physics tutorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, all i've done is:&lt;br /&gt;1)played minesweeper on hp&lt;br /&gt;2)played alvin and the chipmunks on hp&lt;br /&gt;3)played assasins' creed on hp&lt;br /&gt;4)completed the dating game on hp&lt;br /&gt;5)played burnout on hp&lt;br /&gt;6)played diner dash2 on hp&lt;br /&gt;7)played fifa08 on hp&lt;br /&gt;8)played guitar legend on hp&lt;br /&gt;9)played might and magic on hp&lt;br /&gt;10)played sims2 on hp&lt;br /&gt;11)played sims dj on hp&lt;br /&gt;12)played sims 2 Castaway on hp&lt;br /&gt;13)played time crisis on hp&lt;br /&gt;14)played tony hawk on hp&lt;br /&gt;15)played company of heroes on hp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)changed my hp theme 10times&lt;br /&gt;17)uploaded playlists&lt;br /&gt;18)deleted worthless games on hp&lt;br /&gt;19)was trapped in amk library due to rain and fell asleep there (got woken up by librarian somemore.embarassing..)&lt;br /&gt;20)borrowed 3 story books (princess masako, empress orchind, under my spell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i've been so obsessed with my new phone that i neglected everything else.&lt;br /&gt;but it's really damn fun. wootts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this week i put on three whooping kilos. &gt;.&lt; thanks to the seven days of vitamin-deficient diet with overwhelming amounts of sugar, spice and everything nice .=D damn i need to eat vegetables!! what i ate ytd would probably increase my chances of gettin diabetes by 20percent, heart disease by 10% and other kidney failure or intestinal problems by 15%. apparently i din eat any rice, meat, veggie ytd. all i had was chocolate, ice cream, biscuits, cheesy pork floss bun, chocolate again, chocolate vanilla strawberry ice cream cake, sweets. ahem, think desserts for every meal i.e. ALOT OF SUGAR. it's like opening a pack of sugar can shoving spoonfuls down my throat. I hereby declare that i'm a total sugar addict. scientific research has proven that sugar is addictive btw. and i'm a pathetic victim of this horrifying drug. TOMORROW BETTER EAT VEGETABLESS (have been saying that sinces 2 weeks ago..)&lt;br /&gt;and sit ups are making my belly more inflated. the thing bout situps enlarging bellies, i realised, is actually true. now i'm 6 months pregnant. lol. but i needa train for napfa situps lah. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wa piang. blardy binge-ing pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently procrastinating my pi which i totally dun feel like doing. and i want to go play bbal later but if i dun do my pi i cant go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: go do pi now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-7206416902951832505?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/7206416902951832505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=7206416902951832505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/7206416902951832505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/7206416902951832505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-sunday-and-ive-havent-1touched-pi.html' title=''/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15392318.post-8781842023343224358</id><published>2008-04-11T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:15:59.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bbal.phy.sch.</title><content type='html'>woots i got my new W910. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! whee whee whee!&lt;br /&gt;great things' been occuring this month. and i expect em to last throughout the entire month! april is my lucky month! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only been 11days past april and i've...:&lt;br /&gt;Got a new phone!&lt;br /&gt;Ate ben &amp;amp; jerry's ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Ate Swensen's ice cream and salad&lt;br /&gt;Gotten an allowance rise&lt;br /&gt;Passed chem test&lt;br /&gt;...and some more which i cant recall =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i'm lucky. that's the point. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and CONGRATS TO ALL THOSE WHO GOT IN COUNCIL!! whether or not u'll regret it ltr..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LARGEST CONGRATULATIONS TO NITHIYASREE NADESON!! LETTSSSSSSS!! and JUNLONG!! wootss our hope for the student body. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academically, nth worth mentioning except tt the teachers are speeding like crazy and i dun understand any shit about graphs (not that i listened). gases and forces got me stumped and now they r proceeding to a new topic. what is this man.!! econ's also lightning. WHAT IS WRONG WITH NJ??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i pangseh-ed russell to go watch bball match. whoops. sorry man. i agreed to go support my bestie only tt i forgot e date. xp&lt;br /&gt;well..the match was okay, pretty one-sided. but v v happy and funny! esp hw, keep smiling while playin ball, his smile like permanent one.LOL. den js suddenly got double cramps which was quite jialat, and i stood down there to sympathize with him. LOL. anw they won! like 74:23, i was kinda shuang cuz i secretly guessed tt the final score would b 23 for e other team (for obvious reasons i.e.23's my fav no.). oh ya, amk has this nice cai fan stall which is delicious. but it was after i spent like 5 bucks for my dinner tt i realised amk cc provided free dinner for e match. &gt;.&lt; waste my money!!&lt;br /&gt;oh i wrote a boat for veron again! heh. cuz i was bored while waiting for their trng to end..and their drag kings. like drag force=99999999N. so i ended up reaching home at arnd 1050pm. fortunately, i din get scolded. wheee. lucky day!&lt;br /&gt;oh i got stuck at one blarrdy physics question after doing one question. stuck for the past like six hours? crapp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ouchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhouchouchouchouchouch.&lt;br /&gt;chopchopchopchopchop-&lt;br /&gt;into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;like you always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15392318-8781842023343224358?l=zxcvuiop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/feeds/8781842023343224358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15392318&amp;postID=8781842023343224358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8781842023343224358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15392318/posts/default/8781842023343224358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zxcvuiop.blogspot.com/2008/04/bbalphysch.html' title='bbal.phy.sch.'/><author><name>Cassia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04650592023003731973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/35/67/6577653/6712654526032l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
