<?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-7117178451752430134</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:47:11.800+08:00</updated><category term='iT school'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Tina Fey'/><category term='Breadboard'/><category term='Ipanema'/><category term='SNL'/><category term='Tampines Mall'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='Girl Guides'/><category term='Tampines'/><category term='term test'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Jasmine Chan'/><category term='Amy Lee'/><category term='christian'/><category term='Sabah'/><category term='Saturday Night Live'/><category term='cheese cake'/><category term='panda'/><category term='Kanye West'/><category term='Katy Perry'/><category term='Rihanna'/><category term='30 Rock'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='Open House'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Usher'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Old Town'/><category term='Leona Lewis'/><category term='Tay Yao Zong'/><category term='President'/><category term='Evanescence'/><category term='man-bag'/><category term='Between The Trees'/><category term='Anuar Zain'/><category term='remedies'/><category term='Obama-land'/><category term='Pink'/><category term='sorethroat'/><category term='Tracy Morgan'/><category term='MTV'/><category term='TP'/><category term='Paramore'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Bush'/><category term='Kluang'/><category term='Polar'/><category term='Gossip Girl'/><category term='Jesus Christ'/><category term='Leslie Roy'/><category term='biochem'/><category term='Disney Land Tokyo'/><category term='DFund2'/><category term='Liz Lemon'/><category term='Choir'/><category term='John McCain'/><category term='Liz Feldman'/><category term='eating'/><category term='Estonia'/><category term='fruitcake'/><category term='Russia'/><category term='Singkapoor'/><category term='lab'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><category term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>Life as I see it</title><subtitle type='html'>My blabbering of nonsensical things happening to me in my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-4294561981367784898</id><published>2010-03-11T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:55:40.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend, oh friend</title><content type='html'>Ok. Erm so one fine night, at around maybe 4 am, I got a little inspired to write a few lines. Surprising how the first two lines just came into my head while I was going to bed. Clearly, I was thinking a little too much before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a long time since I last wrote, more so something that I actually liked. But I'm glad somehow, at 4 am, I managed to put together a couple of stanzas that I thought wasn't all that bad =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Don't let me hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of falling in love again&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me touch your skin&lt;br /&gt;I fear my heart will feel like then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me call your name&lt;br /&gt;I'll hear echos of my very own pain&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me hear you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Your voice alone is mocking me enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me chase your shadows&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll end up with much more sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me see your sly smile&lt;br /&gt;My heart will skip a beat every while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me see those empty eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll look at you and want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me feel your very breath&lt;br /&gt;I'll never want to see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall for you again&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall for just a friend&lt;br /&gt;I'll fall deep and even harder again&lt;br /&gt;But not for you, my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaa. Fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Life is [insert favourite word of the day].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-4294561981367784898?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4294561981367784898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=4294561981367784898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/4294561981367784898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/4294561981367784898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/friend-oh-friend.html' title='Friend, oh friend'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-7333976313975339362</id><published>2009-08-18T15:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:20:26.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>The Angel and Mortal</title><content type='html'>Hello monkeys who actually do read my blog. Whoever you are. How is your day? I've been so busy I barely know what it's like to just sit around and stone. Or surf the internet for more than 10 hours a day looking up on celebrity gossips (like Lady Gaga being a hermaphrodite) and the latest hawt songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as one of the activities in Choir, each of us was assigned a mortal and we, as angels, are supposed to take care of our own mortal and give them something special. I wrote some poems to my mortal (hope she actually likes it :S) and while writing for her I had inspirations to write other stuff. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The calm I see it's in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you speak an assurance outside&lt;br /&gt;The rain, the thunder you hide inside&lt;br /&gt;Only a masquerade of what you hide inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to the wind of your troubles, your love&lt;br /&gt;They may carry your secrets up above&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me of your thoughts and words&lt;br /&gt;I just may help you ease the pain and hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mortal you are, the angel I am&lt;br /&gt;I will try my all to be the best I can&lt;br /&gt;But fallen an angel, a man I am&lt;br /&gt;If you are my mortal please comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calm you see it's in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way I speak an assurance outside&lt;br /&gt;The rain, the thunder I hide inside&lt;br /&gt;Only a masquerade of what's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is [insert favourite word of the day].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-7333976313975339362?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7333976313975339362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=7333976313975339362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/7333976313975339362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/7333976313975339362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/angel-and-mortal.html' title='The Angel and Mortal'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-6324710687271471033</id><published>2009-08-04T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:35:59.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darkness Hour</title><content type='html'>So...I was feeling very shitty yesterday(3rd August) because I deserve to feel that way. Some mothafurker furked my day. I was furked up the rest of the day. So I just wasted myself. But I got really in the mood and in the zone, so I started writing...with someone particular in mind. Oh dear. I was so much in the zone that I felt completely embolden and completely drowned in it(I hope what I just said  made sense). I almost texted the person what I wrote. But I was too Chickyn. Yar. Short one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;In my hour of darkness I yearn for your warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But trouble to you I dare not bring on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So I  keep it inside, behind a masquerade I hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Plaster a smile, pretend everything's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;In my hour of darkness I yearn for your warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The angel of sadness has tore down my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My heart was melted like never before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I long for your touch oh, so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is [insert favourite word of the day].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-6324710687271471033?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6324710687271471033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=6324710687271471033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/6324710687271471033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/6324710687271471033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-darkness-hour.html' title='My Darkness Hour'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-2810533865107537176</id><published>2009-07-21T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:25:13.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blissfool Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My colours have faded into fourteen shades of grey&lt;br /&gt;I lost my conscience along with the time of day&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fallen into oblivion with nothing to grapple&lt;br /&gt;My brain has lost function, ready to tumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in silence lost in a trance&lt;br /&gt;You stood behind me without a single glance&lt;br /&gt;I beckoned in silence for your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;You turned to listen but then walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world is tossed into chaos, it slowly crumbled&lt;br /&gt;I am not strong enough to comprehend, I struggled&lt;br /&gt;My world is in disarray, priorities in a jumble&lt;br /&gt;I am crushed and pinned under this burgeoning rubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached out for a hand, for safety, for secure&lt;br /&gt;I found you swimming further away even more&lt;br /&gt;I tried to put forth my foot on a stable ground&lt;br /&gt;But you have left my side without making a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to find my ethereal existence&lt;br /&gt;I came to realise my own insignificance&lt;br /&gt;I am to fight this battle only in solitude&lt;br /&gt;But it was in your eyes that I found my fortitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kat-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is [insert favourite word of the day].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-2810533865107537176?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2810533865107537176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=2810533865107537176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/2810533865107537176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/2810533865107537176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-blissfool-chaos.html' title='My Blissfool Chaos'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-2219759352417139383</id><published>2009-06-30T22:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:33:18.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Revival</title><content type='html'>Monkey poo! As my sister &lt;a href="http://roym1002.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachie&lt;/a&gt; happily pronounced that my blog has died, I, as an inspiring doctor, shall serve my duties of reviving and giving CPR to my blog that's lying on its deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hops over to &lt;a href="http://roym1002.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachie's&lt;/a&gt; blog and found out my sister really has no life posting all that nonsensical stuff(but secretly proud of all the nonsensical things that can actually sprout out of her tiny winy little brainy)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll keep this post short and sweet. Some inspirations came to me while I was in the loo today...hmm, see inspirations come just like that. Anytime, anywhere. Can't stop them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I was going to the loo quite a number of times today cause I drank alot of water :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I twist and turn&lt;br /&gt;My stomach churns&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to start again&lt;br /&gt;I feel the burn&lt;br /&gt;Is it real love&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to begin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;I can't look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When you're holding me tight&lt;br /&gt;The darkness lurks behind me&lt;br /&gt;Slowly devouring me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me where I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we will end?&lt;br /&gt;You tried to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;While I just turned away&lt;br /&gt;I turned away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why am I running away?&lt;br /&gt;Away from this field of grey&lt;br /&gt;Why are you pulling me down?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I turn around&lt;br /&gt;And see your face&lt;br /&gt;I see your face...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;I tried to lie&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;I build this wall inside&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart&lt;br /&gt;My frozen heart&lt;br /&gt;This fire will slowly die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;I can't look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When you're holding me tight&lt;br /&gt;The darkness lurks behind me&lt;br /&gt;Slowly devouring me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me where I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we will end?&lt;br /&gt;You tried to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;While I just turned away&lt;br /&gt;I turned away... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I twist and turn&lt;br /&gt;My stomach churns&lt;br /&gt;Can you please hold my hand?&lt;br /&gt;I feel your warmth&lt;br /&gt;I'm already torn&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I should stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is [insert favourite word of the day].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-2219759352417139383?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2219759352417139383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=2219759352417139383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/2219759352417139383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/2219759352417139383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-revival.html' title='Blog Revival'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-302803000112385610</id><published>2009-04-28T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:12:38.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey of the insane mind one one unsound miao into the realms of fantasy and unreal possibilities</title><content type='html'>Yoyoyoyoyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up people of the blogsphere? I have been lost for so long...anyway. My CDS tutor, one Mrs. Serena mentioned that the average lifespan of a blog is about 9 months. So I shall prove to nobody, that I ARE A BLOGGER and can sustain the erm, life of my blog for more than 9 months! After that, I'll just...go back to the usual blogless normal life of a cavewoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as things happened that caused me not to be in the comfort of my own er, place to blog, I shall keep this entry simple, short and probably not readworthy.&lt;br /&gt;I've been inspired in one way or another by incidents happening around me lately and thus was able to use that disturbing nonsense, that ringing in my ear, those annoying thoughts...er. Anyway, I was inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What are we doing I ask you dear?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we suffering because of fear?&lt;br /&gt;Why two souls that makes perfect sense&lt;br /&gt;Have to part on false pretense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Everyone has the desire to love&lt;br /&gt;Why do we run from each other's love?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the desire to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we spare each other comfort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is it wrong to fall so hard, so soon&lt;br /&gt;Is it fair to not heal my heart's wound?&lt;br /&gt;Is it fair two person torment each other&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing that they both actually suffer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If it is true that love, my love is blind&lt;br /&gt;Then why do we hide our love inside?&lt;br /&gt;If it is true to love is to let go&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not have to live through tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine then. I shall return to my reclusive, quiet self the next time you see me. Jump to no conclusions and make no assumptions to not rise any complications. Unless you are unmistaken. Do not question my sanity or inspiration for all this nonsense. Unless...when I'm truly broken :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-302803000112385610?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/302803000112385610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=302803000112385610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/302803000112385610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/302803000112385610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2009/04/journey-of-insane-mind-one-one-unsound_28.html' title='Journey of the insane mind one one unsound miao into the realms of fantasy and unreal possibilities'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-8272446665416261712</id><published>2009-02-19T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:47:32.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and rhymes</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well...whaddya know. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me is here blogging just 1 day before my Biochemistry paper. &lt;/span&gt;Awesomeness. I had been really relax throughout the study week. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Slacking too much :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the point here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly enough, I haven't been writing much lately even though I had plenty of time and LOADS of inspiration...geheeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today while I was in library, in the silent isolation(while I was "supposed" to be studying), I ("accidentally") picked out a piece of white paper and started scribbling. I have to admit that my writing has gone a little rusty after months of hiatus from writing. I scribbled down a few lines, and thanks to some surge in inspirations, I managed to write a couple of stanzas, or whatever you call it. Tada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I looked into your eyes but I can't see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your thoughts, your feelings, they escaped me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your playful laughter and that beautiful smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made me wonder, is this all worthwhile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I blinded myself with my feelings for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Covered my eyes from seeing the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts of you I used as an escape,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Into my realm of fantasy, there's no mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But your words, your words, they were loud and clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've mistaken your intentions for something more dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To stay away from you from now on I will be sure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To not let myself fall deeper and save my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had been foolish for creating my own fantasy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For not facing the cold harsh facts of reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You and I were never meant to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All my feelings were wasted for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I'll keep you near, my friend, my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For these feelings they linger, they stay here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I shall move on slowly to find another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only time will tell if I ever move further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After surveying my blog, I realise this is only the second time that I've ever posted &lt;a href="http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/rhymes-and-times.html"&gt;my writings. &lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I dug through some of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my older writings&lt;/span&gt; and the first one is a simple, melancholy, sappy song, and  the second one is just a poem. Taadaaaarrrkkk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You gave me love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You gave me hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You gave me feelings that I can't ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You touched my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I fell apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just can't love you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The stars have dimmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I shy away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's time to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of false hope that you supplied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of everything that you can't tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of hurt, enough goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of everything but you can't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've had enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not that tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If there's no love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Repeat chorus 1 &amp;amp; 2-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of pain, enough of cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of hoping there's a happy ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want to play your game no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sick and tired of being hurt before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want to have to love no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only to know there's no love at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've put my trust in you to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But all I got were lies and hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanted your love and was too naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To believe that love would come to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've given up hope, I've given up love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've given my life just to be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've suffered enough but I won't learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still wishing love in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take me away from this cruel place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That offered no love and no grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take me away, maybe I'll be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because life is love and I'll love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeee~~&lt;br /&gt;KAT :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is [insert favourite word of the day].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-8272446665416261712?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8272446665416261712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=8272446665416261712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/8272446665416261712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/8272446665416261712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-and-rhymes.html' title='Life and rhymes'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-8775912265407685231</id><published>2009-02-09T20:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:28:35.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breadboard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tampines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tampines Mall'/><title type='text'>HISTORICAL DAY + Life today</title><content type='html'>I can't believe so many things happened in the short span of today, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9th February 2009.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt; Another long post that no one will probably read :-/&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've been bitten by the blogging bug...I are BLOGGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late this morning feeling a little lazy to go to school. But since I thought I was going to hand-up my EDevices &amp;amp; CKT mini project, I thought I'll just go to school, test out my circuit and happily hand it up. Unfortunately, things don't always happen as we planned. Stupiak circuit refuses to function, not even wanting to give out any beep at all when it is supposed to. So I ended the lab this morning feeling a little whacked. Just a little. And the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lab technician who looks and behaves more like a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serial killer&lt;/span&gt; didn't helped at all. We were just asking him to get us some components, and he was behaving like we were sentencing him to some labour in hell. Wadda-eff is wrong with him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SZBa5bCpC4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/JcxIXF8cGZY/s1600-h/not+working+circuit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SZBa5bCpC4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/JcxIXF8cGZY/s400/not+working+circuit.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300836703972952962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;     Mira, Fauzan&lt;/span&gt; and I skipped &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rudy's E-Maths2 lecture&lt;/span&gt;(and so did EVERYONE else) and went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tampines Mall&lt;/span&gt; to buy a cake for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chen Han's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;belated 20th birthday celebration.&lt;/span&gt; We've done this quite a number of times for our classmates' birthday and I think we got more PRO in selecting cakes. We made a quick decision and bought &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Chocolate Truffles&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Polar&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was clear when &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chen Han&lt;/span&gt; arrived at Breadboard and saw the cake that he was truly touched. I could see his eyes redden just a little bit ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly glad and proud of my classmates' decision to sort of start a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tradition of celebrating everyone's birthday.&lt;/span&gt; It is a really fun and exciting thing to do, to make each and everyone of our classmate feel special and appreciated during their birthday. Eventhough it's just a simple cake and simple celebration, I am glad we can do this as a class :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;GO I801!!! We so totally rawkxr! Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am rather blur. I don't usually lose my things (**no one should argue with me about this :P**). But unfortunately, I lost two things today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My toolbox&lt;/span&gt; has decided to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISAPPEAR INTO THIN AIR.&lt;/span&gt; I usually don't simply leave my things around(unless I'm completely distracted, which er, doesn't happen that much but I'm not justified...). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After a series of confusing and distracting events,&lt;/span&gt; where I was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laughing uncontrollably with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mira&lt;/span&gt;(as usual)&lt;br /&gt;-holding numerous objects in my arms&lt;br /&gt;-taking out things from my beg&lt;br /&gt;-helping other people hold some stuff&lt;br /&gt;-handing stuffs in my hand to another person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my precious toolbox has mysteriously disappeared from the comfort of my arms&lt;/span&gt;, where it is safe and warm. Sadly, my toolbox decided that I had neglected it during that confusing time, where alot of activities were happening within my arms. It felt unimportant, unuseful, unattractive and decided to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISAPPEAR INTO THIN AIR  &lt;/span&gt;(T-T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SZBa5L2GGgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/RNfrZLhvPLc/s1600-h/missing+toolbox+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SZBa5L2GGgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/RNfrZLhvPLc/s400/missing+toolbox+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300836699893799426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Please, my dear toolbox! Come back to me!&lt;/span&gt; I promise to treat you well and make you the most important thing in my life&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(right now because all my mini project circuit is inside!!!).&lt;/span&gt; I promise to take good care of you and not neglect you like I did today! I promise to keep you safe in my arms, away from harm. I promise to always remember where you are and look for you when you disappear! Please, come back to me! I will die without you!! *only because my mini project is inside*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also lost my 5566 Friendship ring :-s&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea where I placed it. SAD! I really don't know when did I took it off and where I placed it. Sorry guys! I'm really sorry I lost it! But at least I wore it on a daily basis and show it all around...hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a whole lot of walking around today. I walked around &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tampines Mall&lt;/span&gt; buying cake and landyward for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chen Han.&lt;/span&gt; Then I walked around school, attending classes and hunting down my missing toolbox. After school, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mira, Fauzan&lt;/span&gt; and I went opposite the school to buy some souvenirs for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sunil&lt;/span&gt; to visit him after being discharged from the hospital. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mira &lt;/span&gt;and I then attempted to locate the exact bus to take in order to reach &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunil's house.&lt;/span&gt; After looping around Tampines for one hour(all within the radius of TP and my block), we finally found the right bus and were able to safely reach &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sunil's house&lt;/span&gt; with ourselves(and our brain) intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sunil &lt;/span&gt;was hospitalized for a week for dengue. It's surprising enough to know that the healthy + energetic &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sunil&lt;/span&gt; was sick, let alone hospitalized. But I'm glad &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mira&lt;/span&gt; and I were able to represent our class to visit &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sunil&lt;/span&gt; at his house :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed a little weak, a little drowsy, not as hyper as usual, but glad that he's ok and getting better. Can't wait to have &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sunil&lt;/span&gt; back in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the walking topic, I was surprised to find that my soxx has torn! Gaha!! My soxx has holes in them! Holey soxx! Waddarrfff~ Gehee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SZBP4ZpSGyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/48vnXimF_0o/s1600-h/holey+soxx.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SZBP4ZpSGyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/48vnXimF_0o/s400/holey+soxx.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300824591790381858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my shoes aren't the right size and the soxx is some cheapskate soxx but I didn't know one day's walking would completely dig holes in them! *momentarily remembered &lt;a href="http://thingsthroughnivlseyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/giant-hole-lol.html"&gt;Alvin Che's "Giant Hole" video&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to get the right shoe size and good soxx  :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Besides that . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ice Queen &lt;/span&gt;enjoys torturing people!! Gah!&lt;br /&gt;I saw the sheepish smile on Ice Queen's face when she intentionally tortured people. The smile was one of enjoyment and satisfaction. I think Ice Queen enjoys torturing people from that smile. I smiled myself, obviously my mind has wondered somewhere else...anyway, it's not everyday that I get to see Ice Queen smile. Belive me, oh my, Ice Queen is so cute when she smiles. She ought to smile so much more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ice Queen, I know you won't be reading this, but, I DO noticed that you've FINALLY changed your wardrobe. I've recently concluded that you only have 2 pants(black and brown) and at most, 4 tops, of which you alternate and mix-and-match them within the week. Glad to see that you've finally added new tops to your wardrobe :D&lt;br /&gt;Today you look extra chic with your tucked in top and pants. I lurve the white top and black pants, you look totally fantastic and very in control. The look enhances your prim and proper, "I'm-in-control", confident and fierce self. Way to go, Ice Queen. Still as icy as ever. Can't wait to see what you'll be wearing tomorrow. We don't have much time left, but I'll try to make use of the remaining time before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lastly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;     I would like to announce that today, 9th February 2009, is a HISTORICAL DAY. It is a day of much importance to myself. A day where I let myself be vulnerable, weak, lost, emotional, idiotic, confused, totally unprepared, impromptu, crazy. Everything. Although it made little impact in my life overall, I am glad I passed at least one stage, crossed one line this time, though there are so much more lines I have to cross. It is a day where I learnt to be more self accepting, more open, more trusting, more vulnerable. It is a day towards self acceptance and exposing myself to the ones who mattered most to me. It is a day towards ups and downs, happiness and sorrow, new friendships and ending of old ones. I cannot say that I would feel much more relieved after the incident, or that I could breathe more easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;     I still feel insecured, untrusting, unsure of myself and others. I still feel crushed and suffocating. I still feel messed up and regretful. I still feel sorry and guilty. I am who I am and I am not ready to be who I am. I am living with myself, in my own world where no one has seen another side of me. I am living in a world where I am normal. My journey now, sure to be winding and full of obstacles, is to bring my world, into THIS WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaha...so much of reflections and opinions in my last 2 posts~&lt;br /&gt;Being rather emotional and reflective these few days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Last shout out, I LURVE my class I801~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-8775912265407685231?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8775912265407685231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=8775912265407685231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/8775912265407685231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/8775912265407685231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2009/02/historical-day-life-today.html' title='HISTORICAL DAY + Life today'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SZBa5bCpC4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/JcxIXF8cGZY/s72-c/not+working+circuit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-240562147494771498</id><published>2009-02-08T00:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:41:01.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings of nonsensical shizz in life...</title><content type='html'>So since I have come back from my blogging hiatus, might as blog about a thing or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So life. Life is complicated as it is. But I like to view life as simple. The simple life. Life with no troubles. Life with no drama. Fortunately, that is what exactly life is. Simle. Unfortunately, humans are not simple beings. Humans, who live lives that are too simple, find it boring and soon creates drama. Humans are the ones who make life complicated. Are you complicated?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I realise in my life's journey is that what you see, might not be what you get. What's on the surface, may not be what it is underneath. People masquerade as someone else at least half of the time, if not all the time. We put on masks to address different situations or different people. We behave differently when we are with friends than when we are with our family members. We behave differently when we are with our grandparents than when we are with our teachers.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are you? What are you hiding? Who are you trying to be? Who are you trying NOT to be?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I discovered about myself is that I offer a sincerity. I offer my sincere self to others and hope as much sincerity in return. Unfortunately, I learnt that not everyone offers sincerity in return. People often have hidden agendas behind a beatiful wide smile. The have certain motives, attacking and twisting others in order to achieve their goal, while in the process, bringing others down and hurting their feelings. Do you feel like you're winning? Congratulations to you then. I hope you feel proud.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am certainly happy and glad that I have found myself friends who are just as sincere as myself and I treasure them and I held them dearly to my heart. They offer me no harm, but true, sincere friendship, just as much as I would return them the same. Living with my naitivity and trusting self in society doesn't do me much good considering the number of people with hidden agendas. I sometimes feel insecure living on my own, fearing of being manipulated in others' mind games. Therefore, I feel guarded to have my friends with me as they offer me a sense of protection and trust. Thank you my honest friends. You SHOULD know who you are ;)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday of living our lives is a day of learning more about ourselves. How we react to different situations, how much of patience can we withstand, how we interact with people, how we manage our emotions. How much do you know about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can admit that I don't know myself well enough. Perhaps it is because I am still young and immature and there are so much more that I need to experience in order to understand myself. Or perhaps I am still changing, and not fixed to a certain behaviour or character just yet.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can say is, I am still so much more. There are still numerous layers of myself that needs to be peeled away to expose the core, shedding away sheets of protection to reveal who I really am. So who exactly am I? How important am I to you? What am I to you? What do you expect from me?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not exactly be a very open person as I still keep alot of my thoughts and feelings to myself. But I am starting to wonder if all this is going to cost me. Am I a shadow that floats through in other people's life? A transparent being, whose mere presence is so that others can spill their hearts to, a listening ear, a blank wall to be painted on, a reliable companion whose sole purpose is so that others don't feely alone, a person to drag around with without having a real use, an empty box that others can fill their opinions in...who am I? What am I?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here. I am present. I am now. I am an open book hiding behind a naked mask. I am me. Lost and found. Present and past. Child and adult. Immature and sensitive. Confused and sure. Scared and bold. Sincere and sarcastic. Emotional and cold. True and masquerading. Alive and well. Living and breathing. Laughing and loving. My presence counts. And you'd better agree. *smirks*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this post is going or where the main point is. This is just some ranting and observations of my own. My perspective. I'm sorry if you felt like you've wasted 3 minutes of your life reading through that. If you've skipped the whole thing to here, you clearly don't think I'm important. Better not wave to me the next time I see you, cuz I'll be ignoring you. Gaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lighten things up, here are some random photos for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3UqTV47rI/AAAAAAAAAUo/II__m23bJq4/s1600-h/DSC03106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3UqTV47rI/AAAAAAAAAUo/II__m23bJq4/s400/DSC03106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300126159696621234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleeping King, Chen Han :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3UqJPd0DI/AAAAAAAAAUg/B6CmeDaDfeU/s1600-h/DSC03092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3UqJPd0DI/AAAAAAAAAUg/B6CmeDaDfeU/s400/DSC03092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300126156985323570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Mirr are the best Tag-team during the JAE at TP ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3UqByA72I/AAAAAAAAAUY/fUhQze8AxhU/s1600-h/IMG_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3UqByA72I/AAAAAAAAAUY/fUhQze8AxhU/s400/IMG_0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300126154982748002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chillaxing after BIE's captain's ball game(more pics at Mira's blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3Ppy8zK3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZsGy2pSdeOA/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3Ppy8zK3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZsGy2pSdeOA/s400/DSC01006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300120653443312498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*KNNWTFLOLBBQROFLAMO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3PpjHMD-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/BpCFaL_Th_c/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3PpjHMD-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/BpCFaL_Th_c/s400/DSC01025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300120649191919586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After steaming boat at DawnDawn's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are some interesting rules that TP students should NOT do while in the library...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3PpvxDbjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jNgsb316Wfg/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3PpvxDbjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jNgsb316Wfg/s400/DSC01038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300120652588740146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not stare BLANKLY at lecture notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3MmiZUyHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2kuHnQgFUig/s1600-h/DSC01036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3MmiZUyHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2kuHnQgFUig/s400/DSC01036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300117298925062258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not STARE blankly into space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3MmhoVreI/AAAAAAAAATw/OlKy-SE52D8/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3MmhoVreI/AAAAAAAAATw/OlKy-SE52D8/s400/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300117298719600098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not STARE cross-eyed at handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3MmSLCMTI/AAAAAAAAATo/55I1LtLCW84/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3MmSLCMTI/AAAAAAAAATo/55I1LtLCW84/s400/DSC01039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300117294570156338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN, I repeat, do NOT stare blankly into space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3Jfu6AniI/AAAAAAAAATY/HoYxuPR31Zk/s1600-h/DSC01040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3Jfu6AniI/AAAAAAAAATY/HoYxuPR31Zk/s400/DSC01040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300113883489410594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not act cute by winking at handphone and making suspicious sign with your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3JfVqRYnI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NpqOTj4rI08/s1600-h/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3JfVqRYnI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NpqOTj4rI08/s400/DSC01042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300113876712514162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not play with handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3MmT8sEQI/AAAAAAAAATg/V9lGqauTp7s/s1600-h/DSC01041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3MmT8sEQI/AAAAAAAAATg/V9lGqauTp7s/s400/DSC01041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300117295046856962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not play with handphone by taking pictures of your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Serious offence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3Jfc1dp7I/AAAAAAAAATI/UadKk-WNtDA/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3Jfc1dp7I/AAAAAAAAATI/UadKk-WNtDA/s400/DSC01045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300113878638503858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3HCTonKNI/AAAAAAAAATA/_qP1Ne3SZFI/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3HCTonKNI/AAAAAAAAATA/_qP1Ne3SZFI/s400/DSC01046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300111178929219794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Do not sleep in library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most serious of all offences:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DO NOT TAKE PICTURE OF YOUR FRIENDS WHILE THEY ARE SLEEPING IN LIBRARY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaahahhaahahahaahahahhahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SY3igsOEnDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/brqhLuYXIsI/s1600-h/life+is+complicated.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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A post(of nonsensical shizzz)!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Imagine(all the people...*sings*) my excitement when I saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mr. Tayyz's&lt;/span&gt; message that I have been tagged by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alvin Che!&lt;/span&gt;! Gaahaa!! Finally, I have something to blog about! Gaha!! I know, some of you guys [*cough* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Roys &amp;amp; Ben&lt;/span&gt; *coughcough*] had been complaining to me asking me to PLEASE update my blog...then later, I complained to you guys in return that I have no idea what to blog about. Well, enter...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NONSENSICAL QUESTIONAIRE the 2nd&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Three names that your friends call you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Kat :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Kather (ah, back in the good old days with my good ol' friends :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Katty (copyrighted by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mirra&lt;/span&gt; ;] )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Three most important dates in your life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Er, my burfday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOLIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-New year cuz I'll have the reason in the world to get new clothes :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Three thing you've done in the last 33 minutes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;season 1&lt;/span&gt;...dang, I don't exactly know why am I still watching that lame show :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Listened to music on my lappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Logged on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and my blogger...and then I saw&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Tay's&lt;/span&gt; message saying I have been tagged! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Three ways to be happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Spending time with my friends...they guaranteed me laughter :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Eating :D  Gaahahahahaha! It helps :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Buying stuff. It can be groceries, accessories or "unnesscessaries", gahhaah~ It's GUARANTEED happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Three of your songs as for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Er, I think it should actually say "Three of your FAVOURITE songs as for now" so wth I'm going to my fave songs as of now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Leslie Roy&lt;/span&gt; - Unbeautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt; - Decode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Usher&lt;/span&gt; - Moving mountains [I've been really into this song for quite sometime now and I don't exactly know why :D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Three of your favourite hobbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-EATING . . . Weeeeeeee~! *idiotic blissFo0L look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Er . . . stoning? *stoned look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Singing (usually does duets with Mirrra) *remembers incident at Breadboard whilst singing one of Anuar Zain's song* WAAAAKAKKAKAKAKAAK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Three places you want to go for vacation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Estonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Alaska, United States of America. I want to see whether I can cross over the border of Alaska into Russia (thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Moon, so that even if I don't reach it, I can fall among the stars...GAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Three favourite cartoon/anime characters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alamarrkxx, I don't watch anime can? Cartoon I watch :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Spongebob Squarepants + all its cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-The Fairy Oddparents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Jimmy Neutron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-can add somemore???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Three favourite malls you usually go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waahxx, this is a very sad question. If I'm in Kluang, you all know my answer. If I'm in Singkapoor, then NO ANSWER. CAN!! SATISFIED!! HAIYORK!! APA MACAM SIAAA!! Jole will start saying "Remember, she NEVER been OUT of Tampines!"&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-_____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Three favourite drinks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Water. Seriously. *I rawkx*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Er. . .sky juice is not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Air *geeeheeeheeee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Three favourite colours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This one is easy. Everyone will probably know my answer as well. Although its not my choice, I've always been associated with black colour...not to be emo here so I shall name my 2 "favouritest" colour! Yay! er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-COLOURLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-COLOURFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Top three hang outs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I like to hang out on top of the trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Our "usual place" level 7 of TP library &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-In the confinement of 4 walls :(((((((((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Top three food you love so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-SUSHI SUSHI SUSHI(huh? 3 already?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Indian food *yummmm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Chinese food + Malay food + Italian food + Mexican food + Western food + fast food + dessert (who says I can only love 3 types of food!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Top three things special to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Life and everything in it :D (I'm just cheating through this whole thing aren't I?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Money(cuz it makes the world go round...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Relationships(family, friends, acquaintances, teachers, etc. I'm cheating again! Who cares! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Top three attitudes you like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-straightforward/sincerity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-kind hearted(especially to animals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Three things you'll be doing tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harrhhh. . .too bad, I'm just a typical student. Got nothing interesting to do can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Take DFund2 labtest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Attend &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chungky&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dr. Raja's&lt;/span&gt; lecture...Sial larr!! Tomorrow got Prem tut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Attend choir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Three reasons you answer this survey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nothing to blog about :((((((((((  **hides in blogger's hall of shame**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Er. . .same as above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Tagged by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Senor Alvin&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Three people you tagged...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lemme tag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Mr. Tay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Rolls Roys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-BenBen Ben is Ben is BenBen is Ben is Ben is BenBen is.  Gaahhaha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got one post after a long hiatus :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-1880006313764263991?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1880006313764263991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=1880006313764263991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/1880006313764263991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/1880006313764263991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-postof-nonsensical-shizzz.html' title='Finally!! A post(of nonsensical shizzz)!!'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-1027876626619806939</id><published>2008-12-29T17:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:25:55.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man-bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liz Lemon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kluang'/><title type='text'>Observations and Keypoh-sation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brace yourselves, I am about to reveal to you a million-dollar picture that can only be seen by so few. It is a view of high worth and very few people will get the chance to see it. It is a once and only lifetime chance to see such a significant picture and I am very proud to show it to you. Ladies and gentlemen, gentleladies and men, I give you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE VIEW OF TP FROM MY WINDOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVioXgbgA_I/AAAAAAAAASI/NsBksJUxwPQ/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285159284515013618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVioXgbgA_I/AAAAAAAAASI/NsBksJUxwPQ/s400/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gaaaaaaaahahhahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, it IS a million dollar view, I can see TP straight out of my window and it's exactly the centre-front of the school. Who else has a view like that? Who can actually proudly announce that they can wake up every morning, open their window, and see the front of TP directly opposite? Who else can truely say that every time they return to their room and open their window the first thing they spot is TP? Who else can raise their from their desk, out the window and see TP? Who? I DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dang it. My life here is going to be so boring isn't it? Waking up every morning to the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; view of the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; school that I'll be attending for the next &lt;strong&gt;2++ years&lt;/strong&gt;. Great. Just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVimTKtrmLI/AAAAAAAAASA/uc_Ebn-qxX4/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285157010942957746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVimTKtrmLI/AAAAAAAAASA/uc_Ebn-qxX4/s400/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here's a little something I noticed while looking out my window today(no, I DON'T look out of my window everyday just to see what's going on at TP, it just so happens that 'something' is going on there that is clearly visible -_-). They are putting up new banner on the walls in preparation for the Open House this coming January. Don't know who those people in the banner are, but they sure look happy studying in TP. Really? Do you really become the happy looking people in the banner when you study in TP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Unfortunately that's never true(I don't know why am I even discussing about this). Today, today, today. I got my E-Maths 2 marks and not so proud, so I frowned. There is no eternal happiness when you study in TP, dear friends, no(I am not too sure what am I blabbering about so I'll end this topic abruptly . . . here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Speaking of the Open House, if any one of my juniors or if you know of someone who is coming all the way from Kluang to the East of Singkapoor to TP's Open House during January, do let me know. I'll be glad to move you around and show you the what's special about TP(and the non-existant eternal happiness that you'll obtain here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Another thing I want to keypoh about is a new trend among the boys of this part of the world. Boys, seriously, what's going on? What are you guys trying to prove here? What's the message here? Are you guys sure you're giving out the right signals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SViw9u1RniI/AAAAAAAAASY/PTJULXwd3UM/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285168737309269538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SViw9u1RniI/AAAAAAAAASY/PTJULXwd3UM/s400/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's right. It's the "manbag" trend. I'm not quite sure if I've made the word up, but I think I have heard of it somewhere...anyway, "manbag" is the men's version of the women's handbag. Seriously! Why are men carrying bags like women! Why!! It's weird...at least to me. It just doesn't suit right. Meterosexuality is definitely kicking in, with more men beauty products in the market, guys really care about how they look nowdays, which is a good thing. But, really, don't push the meterosexuality too far. It's not cute. Not cute at all. Unless you're Hugh Jackman. *wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Then the guys they have this look. Their wear a tight fitting top, could be body hugging V-Neck tee, or a button down, then they wear this pants which is just at knee length. Then they wear some really nice shoes...I don't have a pic of this look, but ask me, I can't point at any direction in school and I'm pretty sure my fingers will hit on some guy with that look. Anyway, the "gay-ish"(no offense, observations, no discrimination) look is acceptable, but unfortunately it works on some guys and not on others. So don't push it, and guys, try this look at your own risk! May send out wrong signals...I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SViv40MfzmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/-U04YBGF0sA/s1600-h/DSC00975+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285167553337871970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SViv40MfzmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/-U04YBGF0sA/s400/DSC00975+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Man-bag, not for everyone. Seriously, just don't. Unless you're totally adorable and gay. And the the look is totally NOT working on victim #2. FUGLY bag(it kinda looked like he stole his sister's handbag and then decided, "Hey, I could TOTALLY work this, sista!"*snap*), FUGLY dress up, FUGLY! You want a bag? Trash bag would have looked better on you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random TV quotes of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Why do you sound surprised? I love America. Just because I think gay dudes should be allowed to adopt kids and we should all have hybrid cars doesn't mean I don't love America." &lt;em&gt;- Liz Lemon(Tina Fey) on 30 Rock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: How can you let him talk to your crotch like that?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: He's talking to the baby.&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Ohhh! Okay! Okay, 'cause when- when he said "I can't wait to hear your first words", I thought, there's a trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Phoebe and Rachel on Friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-1027876626619806939?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1027876626619806939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=1027876626619806939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/1027876626619806939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/1027876626619806939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/observations-and-keypoh-sation.html' title='Observations and Keypoh-sation'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVioXgbgA_I/AAAAAAAAASI/NsBksJUxwPQ/s72-c/DSC00995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-7569393238332122039</id><published>2008-12-28T18:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:32:16.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singkapoor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leona Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV'/><title type='text'>Ch-ch-cheeeeeeckit Ouuuuuut~</title><content type='html'>Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get to it...School's starting tomorrow, I'm supposed to submit my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CDS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; URL for evaluation, that's done but the blog is completely empty - smart ass like me would choose a topic on politics, then crack my head thinking what am I suppose to write about, brilliant, another BRILLIANT choice, Kat - then I'm supposed to submit a flowchart for the Computer Programming project but I haven't done a single thing yet, so good luck to me. Finally I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DFund&lt;/span&gt;2 soldering project which is about er, 60% percent done. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;, school. I'm s0o0o0o0o0o looking forward to it. Can't you tell my enthusiasm? (-_____-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video has been out for sometime, but I don't know if it's on MTV yet or not(because I have no TV, nor MTV here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Singkapoor&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; -__-"). It's by my favourite idol(if you haven't already know), the awesome-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tastic&lt;/span&gt;, one and only, Ms(again) &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Alecia Moore&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Weeee&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one to shy from controversy and never afraid to do whatever s**t that she wants to do, this video is a little unconventional so I'm not sure if the full video will be on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MTVasia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Pink's&lt;/span&gt; the original &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rockstar&lt;/span&gt;, strong vocals, great lyrics, loud fashion and in-your-face attitude. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;, yeah she's the amateur here. Wait no more, I give you, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sober&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cheeeeeckit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ouuuut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=47130657"&gt;P!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nk&lt;/span&gt; "Sober" Music Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=47130657,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=47130657,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you've got nothing else to do, you do this. Does anyone really read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Chee Emily&lt;/span&gt; tagged me to do this, so I have to do it right? Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;I Wanna Do Something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(OMG is that a Britney's song?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;1. Name the people you tagged. (10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Er, if you happen to actually read this, then I tag you, everyone. Or if you have nothing else to blog about. Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;2. Describe yourself in one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Human :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;3. Who would you pick, someone who really loves you, or the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'll pick my nose. Geeheheeh~ Ok, seriously, I'll pick someone who loves me(do you love me? :P). You can love someone with all you heart, but I guess it would be meaningless if that person hates you to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;4. Have you ever loved someone before but never had the courage to tell him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Gaaahhhahahahhaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;5. How if people reject your confess face to face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I don't know...how? Drown myself in self pity. Then mooove on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;6. God is giving u just 5 more minutes before going back to heaven, IF you love someone special, what will you say to that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Come with me to heaven. Gaaahhahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;7. What will u say to a person who doesn’t want to believe u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Very well then, the truth will show itself. Justice will prevail. GOOD trumps EVIL. Really, I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://googlefight.com/index.php?lang=en_GB&amp;amp;word1=good&amp;amp;word2=evil"&gt;prove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;8. Was ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I don't need to LEARN, I know *smirk* Unless ofcourse, if I don't like that person then, like the words of some wise old men, "Let it be". Thanks, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;9. Do you have something special with you all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yes. Ah, it's definitely something very special and dear to me. Something very important to me. Something that I cannot live everyday without. Without it, my world seems blur, I am aimless and my steps wobbly. I am so thankful for you, you are so important and special to me and I obviously would not go anywhere without you, my SPECTACLES :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;10. Long distance love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Is that some kind of special name for a cocktail drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;11. Best place to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Best place? How about I name all the WORST places to cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;12. Who do you love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Love is for all humanity. And cute fuzzy, furry little animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;13. Tell us of your dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Gaaaaahhahahahhah~ "Last night I dreamt of you, but will dreams ever come true?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;14. Ever hated someone so bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;That I want to choke them with my own bare hands until they scream and squeel for mercy while their face turn blue and their veins start popping on the surface of their skin and they gasp so deeply for precious air as the little cells in their body slowly give up and their hearts start beating faster and faster, until pumping blood no longer mattered? Nah, I wouldn't want to dirty my hands like that. Plus, I would be wasting precious energy on such insignificant creature &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;15. The biggest &amp;amp; most hurtful lie you heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Seriously &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/span&gt;, do you still believe&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="http://politicalhumor.about.com/od/sarahpalin/a/palin-top-10.htm"&gt;Alaska&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://politicalhumor.about.com/od/sarahpalin/a/palin-top-10.htm"&gt; has borders with &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;16. The last person you had a beer with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Beer. Sounds familiar. Does it taste like strawberry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;17. The last person you went to the movies with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Weeeee~ That was fun cause &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Ah Ping&lt;/span&gt; kept falling asleep during the movie. Need to slap her more. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Tan FoLing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Prethesha&lt;/span&gt; and her friend &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Jolene&lt;/span&gt;(not to be confused with&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt; JOLE&lt;/span&gt;) was also there. Ooohhh popcorn....*zombified eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;18. The last person you talked on the cell phone with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Huh? &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Fauzan&lt;/span&gt;...dang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;19. The last person you hugged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sorry, NOT a touchy-feely person. Except for special cases. Geeeheheh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;20. The last person you yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I do alot of yelling. Like every morning. "Ikan, ikan...mari, mari, murah, murah!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;21. In the last week have you kissed someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;"I kissed a ___ and I like it..."&lt;/span&gt; According to Malaysian radios, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Katy Perry &lt;/span&gt;kissed something, a chair, a fish, a grandmother, a husband...oh, the possibilities. We just don't know what she kissed. No idea at all. *Roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;22. Think of the last time you were angry, why were you angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Where the hell is the remote control!!! Where!!! I can't change the channel without the REMOTE CONTROL!!! ARrrrggghhhHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;23. If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I wish I have more brains...so I can give some to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;24. If you could have an all expense paid trip, where will you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'll visit&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; Oprah&lt;/span&gt; so she can bring me to MORE places :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;25. What you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SPIDERS!!! They are EVERYWHERE!!! I'm fine with them as long as our live don't interfere with each other. They better not cross over to my territory, or THEY'LL BE SORRY! Or mostly, they'll just be DEAD &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;26. What would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;On second thought, I wouldn't want to give up more brains for &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/span&gt;. It'll just be a waste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;27. Five facts About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I talk, eat, sleep, breathe and live :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;28. Five things that scare me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/span&gt;(she's more of a person than thing, but who cares)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Spiders(wanna scare me? Try it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Myself(I surprise myself everyday...not really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Stinky people(again, I could only think of people...I'll write a THING next)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;High places(it's a THING right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;29. Two Songs Playing in My Head Lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I know this...&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;"Sober"&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; cuz I just posted it and er...&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Run&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Leona Lewis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;30. Five Things I treasure in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Oprah&lt;/span&gt;(again she's NOT a thing, but who cares!), love, humanity, humility and GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVeU_wWLmeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/236_7J7f7J4/s1600-h/whacked.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284856510773172706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; HEIGHT: 47px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVeU_wWLmeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/236_7J7f7J4/s400/whacked.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-7569393238332122039?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7569393238332122039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=7569393238332122039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/7569393238332122039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/7569393238332122039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/right.html' title='Ch-ch-cheeeeeeckit Ouuuuuut~'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVeU_wWLmeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/236_7J7f7J4/s72-c/whacked.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-4254753432295257190</id><published>2008-12-26T19:10:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:01:12.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama-land'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DFund2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipanema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singkapoor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Land Tokyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Guides'/><title type='text'>Another day in life as seen through my eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmmppppppphhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, another day spent in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt;. Today we had the workshop thingy that we are supposed to attend. Basically, it's "supposed" to be an introduction into soldering, we were "supposed" to do some basic soldering that will help us better understand the next subject, Medical Devices. Fortunately, we started doing some &lt;a href="http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/weee-term-tests-over-holidays-here.html"&gt;soldering work for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DFund&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;/a&gt; already so we don't need to cover so much of the basics stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the practices is to solder ANYHOW and this is what I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVTLmpCbrMI/AAAAAAAAARI/FVEL4quz6LY/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284072127523957954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVTLmpCbrMI/AAAAAAAAARI/FVEL4quz6LY/s400/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the real circuitry, initially I had some problems with my connection. But much thanks to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dr. Ravi&lt;/span&gt; who was so helpful, he helped me identified my ONE wrong connection. All I had to do was to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;desolder&lt;/span&gt; it and re-solder again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Weeee&lt;/span&gt;~ Thank God it worked well and I was able to finish rather quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day, I waited for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mirrra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she had some problems with her circuit. We were the last to leave and we walked happily with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dr. Ravi&lt;/span&gt; out of engine school. Then he proceeded to follow us out of the school...and after sending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mirrra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; off(she was rushing to see her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mirafie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;P), &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dr. Ravi&lt;/span&gt; said he wanted to "kidnap" me for the day. Somehow, these few days I had a number of people saying that to me...didn't know &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have 'high kidnap-able qualities'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dr. Ravi&lt;/span&gt;, he just whisked me off for another tea + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; session with him. Then he started talking about everything under the sun. One thing we mentioned was that he admires amazing figures, one example Jesus Christ. He says Jesus was a wonderful man and he admired that he sacrificed for the people. He also said Jesus never dies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always nice to meet people who respects and take the effort to understands about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; religion, made me feel ashamed of not appreciating Christ's sacrifice when I'm a christian myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then said that no one is holy except God, not even priests. And he said one bunch of stuff I can't remember right now. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The point is, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dr. Ravi&lt;/span&gt; is er, very unique person. The way he sees life is rather different from the normal person.&lt;/span&gt; He has his own way of interpreting life and sometimes it's a little unconventional. And he likes to talk in examples, sometimes very deep, kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;philosophical stuffs(which gave me headache to understand some :-s, but it's interesting to listen anyway).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you like meeting different people, talking to people with different views and have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of patience to listen to his views and stories, have a chat with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dr. Ravi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok. Finish. I didn't get enough sleep last night and feel like crap now :-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quick shoutout to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jole &lt;/span&gt;who arrived back safely to the land of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singkapoor&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obama-land&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jole's&lt;/span&gt; in the pink of health :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Now I know what &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ah Ping&lt;/span&gt; bought for me the other day from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disney Land Tokyo&lt;/span&gt; ("p), thanks to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jole&lt;/span&gt;. The metal piece thingy...Thanks &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ah Ping&lt;/span&gt;!! Gahaahha...I know I was being "true friend" when I ask-3-ask-4(in chinese), hope I didn't pissed you off, but you know I greatly appreciate whatever you gave and the most precious gift from would, ofcourse, be our &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt; :D :D *grins from mouth to mouth* *high-5 &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ah Ping&lt;/span&gt;!!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Season&lt;/span&gt;, let me be thankful to God, not for the meagre Christmas gift that I've received&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;for the Miao0o0o bag, thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rachie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;for the Ipanema, thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sammie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;for letting me call you all sorts of name like how you call me &gt;:( You owe me Prosperity Burger!!!)&lt;/span&gt; but for all the wonderful people I've met throughout my insignificant presence on Earth and all the relationships that I've shared with all these people including all old and new friends, fellow Girl Guides &amp;amp; Scouts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KTSL&lt;/span&gt; contestants, teachers, neighbours, bunch of ladies on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, everyone, EVERYONE. I am &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THANKFUL&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVTcYXQgjrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Fag23qULKPQ/s1600-h/insignificant.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284090573930663602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVTcYXQgjrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Fag23qULKPQ/s400/insignificant.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-4254753432295257190?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4254753432295257190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=4254753432295257190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/4254753432295257190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/4254753432295257190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-day-in-life-as-seen-through-my.html' title='Another day in life as seen through my eyes.'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVTLmpCbrMI/AAAAAAAAARI/FVEL4quz6LY/s72-c/DSC00993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-8183374169844168986</id><published>2008-12-25T21:28:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:09:13.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruitcake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracy Morgan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Night Live'/><title type='text'>Recession = Money + Money + Money + Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I are back in Singkapoor again today(25th DECEMBER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like they like to cut short our holidays(i.e. CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS) short. There's this Workshop that I have to attend tomorrow(26th DECEMBER) and I have absolutely no idea what are we suppose to do or what is the purpose of it. Dang it, I could have been at home eating popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hair cut + Rebonding : RM 160&lt;br /&gt;Dress : RM 53&lt;br /&gt;Fruitcake : RM 7&lt;br /&gt;Cheese cake : RM 28&lt;br /&gt;Lunch : RM 4&lt;br /&gt;Dinner : RM 5&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating Christmas with my family :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVO37ZVsQUI/AAAAAAAAARA/Se_q8orvLM4/s1600-h/CIMG6672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283769018877755714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVO37ZVsQUI/AAAAAAAAARA/Se_q8orvLM4/s400/CIMG6672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geeky me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOn1dwzn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1LVG35T5xX4/s1600-h/CIMG6670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283751324799967154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOn1dwzn7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1LVG35T5xX4/s400/CIMG6670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Rachie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOkjBPsGoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BXX61oaGdm4/s1600-h/CIMG6666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283747709372340866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOkjBPsGoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BXX61oaGdm4/s400/CIMG6666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; one disgustingly annoying brother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOhbaNJs5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RU1VTO-WLbU/s1600-h/CIMG6668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283744280098747282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOhbaNJs5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RU1VTO-WLbU/s400/CIMG6668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; Rachie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOgCkLIiXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aARipAD8fM4/s1600-h/CIMG6677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283742753766279538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOgCkLIiXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aARipAD8fM4/s400/CIMG6677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Attack of the mata sepet clan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOfXVR1X2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6cuu-Rbtt4I/s1600-h/CIMG6683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283742011033476962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOfXVR1X2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6cuu-Rbtt4I/s400/CIMG6683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pig face in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOelKc_V2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/lUekMta_AZ4/s1600-h/CIMG6687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283741149134018402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOelKc_V2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/lUekMta_AZ4/s400/CIMG6687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;WTH?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOaprquUaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gJPEguhQNNM/s1600-h/CIMG6692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283736828722958754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOaprquUaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gJPEguhQNNM/s400/CIMG6692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Er...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOZN4rwNII/AAAAAAAAAP4/FccDsBOzqkI/s1600-h/CIMG6693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283735251668972674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVOZN4rwNII/AAAAAAAAAP4/FccDsBOzqkI/s400/CIMG6693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Disgusting...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wishing all friends and family members, near or far,&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and may God shower His blessings on all of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let's welcome the year 2009 with open arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and may the new year bring new hopes, new insipirations,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;new aspirations, new memories, new friendships and continuation of old relationships :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Black is the new President, bitch!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Tracy Morgan, Saturday Night Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Goodbye Bush, rest well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/45298000/jpg/_45298115_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 466px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/45298000/jpg/_45298115_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-8183374169844168986?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8183374169844168986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=8183374169844168986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/8183374169844168986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/8183374169844168986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/recession-money-money-money-family.html' title='Recession = Money + Money + Money + Family'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SVO37ZVsQUI/AAAAAAAAARA/Se_q8orvLM4/s72-c/CIMG6672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-1170959006862826144</id><published>2008-12-15T12:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:12:12.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biochem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iT school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kluang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabah'/><title type='text'>Weee~ Term Test's over, Holiday's Here~!</title><content type='html'>Weee~ indeed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with term test and now happily residing at home for the holidays. Dang, I'm getting real lazy during the holidays...I'm so lazy to even blog...I've got loads of things I want to blog about, the will is strong but the body is just plain lazy ("p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term test was alright. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was such an angel&lt;/span&gt;(weeee~) in that I kept my laptop away from my sight so that I won't be distracted by the internet! But ofcourse, internet's not the only thing that can distract me...all in all, I think I did ok for the test, some mistakes here and there, but hopefully I can still survive. I did alot of studying(er...yeah, if you believe me :-X) with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jole, Lynnette, Jason-Watson&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rolls Royston&lt;/span&gt;. We studied(and ate, and talked and laughed courtesy of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lynnette&lt;/span&gt;) after each paper ended in school and it was pretty fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtlOVEd2iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0z7qTQKHEo4/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281426284870490658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtlOVEd2iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0z7qTQKHEo4/s400/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtlOIh0tuI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4sdCwUo6IcY/s1600-h/DSC00967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281426281503962850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtlOIh0tuI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4sdCwUo6IcY/s400/DSC00967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Food for thought...Gehee~midnight snake while mugging for Biochem paper...not bad, for some soy bean food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtlN9JLwJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8EdziH1z6Qg/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281426278447825042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtlN9JLwJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8EdziH1z6Qg/s400/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Er, don't know what she was doing, but from that wacky grin, you know my funny friend &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lynette&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is not very stable, mentally&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of the days we even met online and played this &lt;a href="http://viwawa.com/"&gt;viwawa&lt;/a&gt; thing. Studying konon! Gahah~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After our last Biochem paper, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jole&lt;/span&gt; asked me, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mira, Netss, Jason&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rolls Roys&lt;/span&gt; to do soldering in school, the reason being &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jole's&lt;/span&gt; going away to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBAMA-LAND&lt;/span&gt; during the whole of the term break and she won't have time to do her soldering. So we camped in iT school and burnt away! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281424113560925826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtjP8T7NoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IJJT_pzxR9Q/s400/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtjPAj928I/AAAAAAAAAOY/0NcG7eghVdE/s1600-h/DSC00884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281424097522080706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtjPAj928I/AAAAAAAAAOY/0NcG7eghVdE/s400/DSC00884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtjOmxebAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kgYmXj0-svE/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281424090599418882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtjOmxebAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kgYmXj0-svE/s400/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Geeheee...this is a sample piece, but I am working on my own ok! All I need to do is to just create an exact copy of the thing. Er, easier said than done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtpOm_1dRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/duIFqzkzit8/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281430687729415442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtpOm_1dRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/duIFqzkzit8/s400/DSC00973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtpOsvCHUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4gq83_pjRVQ/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281430689269554498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtpOsvCHUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4gq83_pjRVQ/s400/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Mira, Rolls Roys and Jason&lt;/span&gt; "hard at work" soldering...note the seriousness in their faces, otherwise not seen on them in their everyday lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Chiong back to home, KLUANG :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On me way back to Johor, I passed by the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;new customs building, Iskandar something&lt;/span&gt;(hence everything else shall be named after the Sultan, buildings, spoon, chair, bed, car, pet-er, hope I won't get into trouble for saying that[read: ISA]). It's pretty impressive(compared to the old building *roll eyes* which is a piece of CRAP!), looks very high-tech and all, clean, ofcourse new, grey...which kinda makes me feel like they are creating something similar to Singapore's custom because of all the grey hues. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One thing I do like about Malaysia is that they like to put simple touches to make it feel very, er, Malaysian-ish. They have incorporated black and white pictures of indigenous people from Sabah and Sarawak, you know a Iban warrior holding a shield kinda pics. Very nice, feels very home-y, its always nice to feel that human-touch when in a cold, big, corporate grey building. Nice work, you Johor people. I just hope its maintained nicely.&lt;/span&gt; If you do happen to cross the sea into Singapore through Johor Customs(or vice-versa), do pay attention to the little details :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's always nice to come home and meet up with my fellow Kluang-ians and all my friends(I :hearts: all ya'll!).&lt;/span&gt; Ah, the comfort of home, it gets sweeter since most of us had gone our separate ways after Form 5, and now we get to meet up and catch up with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtqyuubILI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EQW0cAQaQYE/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281432407790788786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtqyuubILI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EQW0cAQaQYE/s400/DSC00979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtqyZ20gMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8YtHPPdk0Og/s1600-h/DSC00978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281432402188861634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtqyZ20gMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8YtHPPdk0Og/s400/DSC00978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pics:&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Chee Emily, Tan FoLing, LyLyana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ten Ten Tenssss&lt;/span&gt; and me at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Old Town, Kluang :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks lots and lots of lurve for my high flying friends(literally) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ah Ping&lt;/span&gt;(konnichiwa) and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shying&lt;/span&gt;(er, Sabah mari) for all your lovesss, especially &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ah Ping&lt;/span&gt; for being host. All the best to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shying&lt;/span&gt; in furthuring your studies and may our, er, 5566 continue on aik!! Also equal lots of lurves for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FoLing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lying&lt;/span&gt; for all the laughter :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUuPASH1UcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/zI_PBx3vxGs/s1600-h/Frienship+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281472223049503170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUuPASH1UcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/zI_PBx3vxGs/s400/Frienship+ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Friendship last forever! We just decided to put a ring to it! Guess which is me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To end this post, I shall post Explode by Uh Huh Her again. I posted their song in one of my earlier post, but I liked their song so much I'm going to post it again but this time with their official video. Do check it out, it's an awesome song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/buRBnLUJboo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/buRBnLUJboo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-1170959006862826144?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1170959006862826144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=1170959006862826144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/1170959006862826144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/1170959006862826144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/weee-term-tests-over-holidays-here.html' title='Weee~ Term Test&apos;s over, Holiday&apos;s Here~!'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SUtlOVEd2iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0z7qTQKHEo4/s72-c/DSC00969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-3758356559084646857</id><published>2008-11-30T23:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T02:25:35.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had its ups and downs. The past Friday after school, I had lunch with &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole, Lynette&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the boys of I803&lt;/span&gt; at Mensa. Nothing much, but the boys are a bunch of really friendly and funny guys. Can have good chat with them, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Reuben&lt;/span&gt; who always talks nonsense to me! ("p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lynette&lt;/span&gt; somehow used her &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;evil powers&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nonsensical-ness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to tempt me into buying dessert&lt;/span&gt;...after a little persuasion, I cannot say no to some yummylicious and ice-cold &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;almond jelly and longan&lt;/span&gt;...yum~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to study at the library and tried our best not to look&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "suspicious"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as we had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;illegally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;smuggled in snacks particularly&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; sunflower seeds&lt;/span&gt;(something&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Jole&lt;/span&gt; has been craving for the whole week &amp;amp; she was finaly able to taste it...). Strangely though, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;something went very wrong with the library's toilet&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lynette&lt;/span&gt; and I went on a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;round the world trip in search of usable toilets.&lt;/span&gt; Some look er, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red,&lt;/span&gt; some had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;questionable smell&lt;/span&gt; and some looks &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suspicious&lt;/span&gt;. So we ended up scouting 3 floors just for toilet...gahaa~ Then we continued studying...didnt know I am such a &lt;strong&gt;studious&lt;/strong&gt; person right?! *suspicious smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, due to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my inner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hardworking-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(gaaahahahah!!), &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have decided and encouraged my friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Lynnette&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to study again&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday in school. But because you know me well enough, you would have known that I completely made the first sentence up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the robot one&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;made up some kind of excuse of going to the EXPO&lt;/span&gt; for some iT fair on Saturday, so we did went to study in school and continued our smuggling of &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sunflower seeds&lt;/span&gt; into the library :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know exactly why, but I laughed so much with &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lynette&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole&lt;/span&gt; the two days(&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;they said I SHOULDN'T speak chinese?!).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole &lt;/span&gt;had said &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lynette'&lt;/span&gt;s laughter is contagious and it really is. I asked her, "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lynette,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;why are you lauging?!"&lt;/span&gt; and she said &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Dunno, for fun,"&lt;/span&gt; and started laughing again -________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to Expo, we had lunch at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pastamania in Tampines Mall&lt;/span&gt;. I had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Prawn Aglio"&lt;/span&gt; which is ok, but er, its pretty costly for a student. My pasta costs &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$9.60&lt;/span&gt;. That's just &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ONE PLATE&lt;/span&gt;, fyi, not a set. And its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SING$&lt;/span&gt;. Gahaaa~&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm a poor student kay! B&lt;/span&gt;ut due to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lynette's&lt;/span&gt; influence again, we went for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;second round,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DESSERT&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ice kacang&lt;/span&gt;...yummy! This &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lynette&lt;/span&gt; girl, if you look at her she's like stick thin, so slim and slender but if you'd be surprised cuz she can eat quite alot &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dang jealous of her! ("P) &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But she's a sweet&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(and mentally unstable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; girl :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Expo, all 3 of us &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bought 8GB thumbdrive for $25&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thanks to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole&lt;/span&gt; for surveying around for us&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole's&lt;/span&gt; our techie friend. Need tech or gaming assistance can seek &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(advertising &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole&lt;/span&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yes she is a &lt;em&gt;product&lt;/em&gt;, ROBOT&lt;/span&gt;]).&lt;/span&gt; Gahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought another wireless mouse. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have concluded that I am a HORRIBLE shopper&lt;/span&gt;. I make hasty decisions that I will mostly regret. I already have a FREE wireless mouse with my laptop and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was "supposed" to buy a simple, normal optical mouse,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but much thanks to my choosy&lt;em&gt;(idiotic, stupidiot, senseless)&lt;/em&gt; self&lt;/span&gt;, I ended up purchasing another freaking wireless mouse that isn't working exactly like how I want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274489533957361458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/STLASSMLTzI/AAAAAAAAALY/TpFaeiLPrzY/s320/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;My stupiak brainless self caused me to buy another mouse which I DON'T need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And this was what my sister said in msn when I told her about my mouse purchasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(11:31 PM) R+ache+L:&lt;br /&gt;OK, PLEASE GO AHEAD AND WALLOW IN YOUR OWN STUPIDITY ALONE THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my sister, thanks for your 'wise' words.&lt;br /&gt;And then this is what my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;good friend, Ah Ping&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(11:34 PM) Ah Ping: stupid&lt;br /&gt;(11:34 PM) Ah Ping: idiot&lt;br /&gt;(11:34 PM) Ah Ping: dumb&lt;br /&gt;(11:34 PM) Ah Ping: waste money&lt;br /&gt;(11:35 PM) Ah Ping: too much money means gif me la!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Such 'supportive' friends and sibling I have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today my PSPS(&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole, Mira, Sunil, Anthony 2nd, Norman&lt;/span&gt;) group gathered at &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole's house&lt;/span&gt;(at her request) to discuss about our presntation tomorrow. This gave me the chance to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;have lunch at Mira's house :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Her mum cooked some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yummylicious black pepper chickyn&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks to Mira + her mum!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we head to Jole's house at around 2pm to discuss. The four of us pretty much completed all the work before Sunil and Norman showed up at 4pm...gahaha real 'punctual' bunch of people! But Norman's a pretty cool dude...be nice to him and he's quite ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we slack around Jole's house playing games and &lt;a href="http://hotel626.com/"&gt;http://hotel626.com/&lt;/a&gt; and staring into space...weee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Random pic of the week:&lt;/span&gt; -at Bedok Reservoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/STLRm4UKtFI/AAAAAAAAALo/SSexP1ErBU8/s1600-h/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274508579486479442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/STLRm4UKtFI/AAAAAAAAALo/SSexP1ErBU8/s400/DSC00861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-3758356559084646857?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3758356559084646857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=3758356559084646857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/3758356559084646857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/3758356559084646857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-update-20.html' title='Weekend Update 2.0'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/STLASSMLTzI/AAAAAAAAALY/TpFaeiLPrzY/s72-c/DSC00878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-7907402934244376523</id><published>2008-11-29T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:23:11.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tay Yao Zong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='term test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine Chan'/><title type='text'>Dear Tay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tay Yao Zong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my high school mate, has to be my victim. Thanks for your sacrifice. Let the games begin. *kudos to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine Chan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the er, thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'll join the monastery&lt;/span&gt;. I think I realized it when &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in your camping car&lt;/span&gt; and I saw you&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; castrate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;/span&gt;(wtf). I'm sure you're &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;senile&lt;/span&gt; enough to understand &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;that Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;. I'm returning &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;false teeth&lt;/span&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;your left ear&lt;/span&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I never openly mocked &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;senility&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disgusting&lt;/strong&gt; regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevermynameis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now u can do it too! Just copy and paste. Do it it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your Journal).I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it when ___2______3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.&lt;br /&gt;___12___,-Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scared&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - F*** off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wtfish? What did I just do? So lame the thing...but then I already done it...yay. Term test is coming in a week's time. My friends back home are enjoying their holidays. I'm here (supposedly) &lt;em&gt;chiong-ing&lt;/em&gt; for my test...Good luck to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Take care, my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Life is boring siaaa-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-7907402934244376523?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7907402934244376523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=7907402934244376523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/7907402934244376523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/7907402934244376523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-tay.html' title='Dear Tay'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-5766669940483064293</id><published>2008-11-26T21:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:52:50.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liz Lemon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanye West'/><title type='text'>Arrogant, Insignificant, and Unworthy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What a horrible day for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you for ruining my day. Thank you so very much, for f**king up my day just as it was about to begin. I thank you for that. I thank you for your arrogant, ignorant and selfish ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tell me again and explain to me, as to how a person of your status, as a teacher to the weak, how do you share knowledge with students when you carry with you all your egoistic, arrogant nature around? How is it possible to pass knowledge to people of lower intelligence when you build your selfish, male-ego around you and you prance around proud with your nose held high? How, as a teacher, do you walk around, stepping on your students' head, thinking they are less important than you, that they are lesser human than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Am I wrong in my interpretation of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But still, I have to thank you for calling me to your challenge. Your puke face awefulness has awaken me from my slumber. The bald spot on top of your head that you tried so hard to hide unsuccessfully every morning with what's left of your remaining hair so has led me to convince myself that you, like so many other arrogant, nonsensical man before you is not worthy of my feelings and attention. You are a mere obstacle. A hideous &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;object&lt;/span&gt; standing in my way, challenging me and putting me through tests I wouldn't have dared taken on myself had I have a shell outside to protect me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Though my countenance of innocence may fool you to think that I am weak, but I assure you, you puke face, that I am much stronger than that. I am more than who you think I am. I will rise up and be much more a human than what your sorry ass could ever achieve. I will realise my potential as a true human, with emotions and kindness towards those weaker than me. I will prove to you, you sickening monster, that I am much more WORTHY than you. I realise that I do not need to defeat you, I just need to be more WORTHY than your insignificant presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I would remember you in the most grimmest, coldest way for what you did to me. Unfortunately for you, your sorry ass would be classified on the other side of the fence together with all the dirts of society that I have come across in my lifetime. Or rather congratulations to you, for that is where you belong, along with others with the lowest ranks of humanity. Ignorant, ignorant man. You are nothing but a silly ignorant, naive old man, blinding yourself in your own world where you are the king and the rest are nothing. Arrogance, ignorance, blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the words of Liz Lemon, "He can eat my poo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I shall end this post with the ultimate ego song by the ego-man himself,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Kanye West&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="529"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6uBLmFPkYsjgXgODq&amp;related=1&amp;canvas=medium"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6uBLmFPkYsjgXgODq&amp;related=1&amp;canvas=medium" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="529" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2dwic_kanye-west-stronger_music"&gt;Kanye West - Stronger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Petitprince13"&gt;Petitprince13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-5766669940483064293?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5766669940483064293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=5766669940483064293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/5766669940483064293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/5766669940483064293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuesday.html' title='Arrogant, Insignificant, and Unworthy.'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-2809786028620425117</id><published>2008-11-18T21:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:56:48.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evanescence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Lee'/><title type='text'>Nonsensical Topics</title><content type='html'>Wee~&lt;br /&gt;New post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. What should I post today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates: Last week I saw "Korean" guy(I don't really know why my posts seems to begin with him) and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mira&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I(aka &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nonsensical Tag Team&lt;/span&gt;) seemed to noticed that he has noticed us peeking(in a classy way, and by that I meant I went completely GAGAA when I saw him!) at him. Er. Will update more on that topic tomorrow because tomorrow is WEDNESDAY!! And his lab will be just across mine!! Gah~!! HEHEeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mariri&lt;/span&gt; went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RiRihanna&lt;/span&gt;'s concert in Singapore!!! Gah~!!! I are DANG JEALOUS!!! HUH!!! That lucky girl! Unfortunately she 'forgotten' to pack me while on her way to the concert and I was left at me room facing the walls while &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mariri&lt;/span&gt; gets to have all the fun IN FRONT OF &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RiRihanna&lt;/span&gt;...ARRGHH~!! I was so close, but so far away from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RiRi&lt;/span&gt;! But come to think of it, I was actually very close indeed to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Riri&lt;/span&gt;...geehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the following diagram for explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SSLXU8tFeOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XGSFbhJij-8/s1600-h/linktoRiri.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270011268869486818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SSLXU8tFeOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XGSFbhJij-8/s400/linktoRiri.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, I was so close!! Gah~!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RiRi&lt;/span&gt;!!! She's super hawt in her video &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Take a Bow&lt;/span&gt;, with her pixie haircut, hawt tank top and dreamy eyes. I just became a fan of hers after seeing that video...not that much into her before that but she's pretty awesome :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Take a Bow&lt;/span&gt;, here's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjiOcGpEc6g"&gt;recording of RiRi performing &lt;/a&gt;that song at her recent concert that &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mariri&lt;/span&gt; went to courtesy of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mariri&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mariri&lt;/span&gt;, but a better gift would have been to take me there with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BjiOcGpEc6g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BjiOcGpEc6g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of my fuming jealousy. I've gotten over &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RiRihanna&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back during the weekends and it was fun to go back and meet my friends &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ah Ping&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FoLing&lt;/span&gt;. Too bad &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gan Lying&lt;/span&gt; cant be there but we had fun. We watched the Thai + HK horror flick &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The Coffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Mwaaahahhahaha~*devilish laughter*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starred (the only person I could recognise who isn't a Thai star) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Karen Mok&lt;/span&gt;. Not a big fan of her's and not a big fan of the movie. The movie was mediocre, nothing too unexpected, nothing too fancy and scary, the story line was just alright but it does has a nice conclusion to the happenings/mysteries. I would give it a rating of &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3/5&lt;/span&gt; overall and a rating of &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3.5&lt;/span&gt; for its 'horrifitastic' factor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have been better if not for the hordes of uncivilised children running up and down the cinema + screaming loudly but unfortunately at the wrong timing to let the whole theatre know that they are scared when images of the "ghost" appeared + at one time screamed in the cinema at their equally uncivilised counterparts whether or not the latter needed to empty their bladder. Good God, what is wrong with these children?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Enough of condeming nonsensical children. Let's moove on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amy Lee&lt;/span&gt; and our love-hate relationship.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;: Her music, her writings, her songs, her ethereal voice, her styles, her talents, her VOICE, oh her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt;: She fired her ALL her original bandmates under&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;(or somehow managed to make them all leave the band!), acted all Diva-ish, was not welcoming and appreciative to her loyal fans(especially all the fans who used to post on &lt;a href="http://www.evboard.com/"&gt;Evboard.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amy_Lee"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amy Lee&lt;/span&gt; has been writing some new materials and songs and doesn't know whether or not she would be pursuing a solo career. She is quoted as saying that she was "at a point where I don't know what is next." Great. Ofcourse you don't know what's next! You pathetic idol of mine! You singlehandedly fired (most of) your original bandmates and now all you've got left are two pathetic guitarist! How is that even suppose to be a real band?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite her shortcomings, I cannot deny her talents, this wonderful lady has. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amy Lee&lt;/span&gt; was involved in the re-recording of the original soundtracks to the animated movie by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tim Burton&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nightmare Revisited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that was recently released. Other artists involved included &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Plain White T's, Korn, The All American Rejects, Flyleaf and Marilyn Manson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amy Lee&lt;/span&gt; recorded a song called Sally's Song and recently performed it at the Tonight Show with Jay Leno. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSLq3UrzagY"&gt;Watch and marvel &lt;/a&gt;at her talents and dare me to hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSLq3UrzagY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSLq3UrzagY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SSLvzk6v9_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/wI4Q0F_YGNo/s1600-h/life+is+effing+miserable.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270038183339358194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 59px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SSLvzk6v9_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/wI4Q0F_YGNo/s400/life+is+effing+miserable.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-2809786028620425117?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2809786028620425117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=2809786028620425117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/2809786028620425117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/2809786028620425117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/wee-new-post.html' title='Nonsensical Topics'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SSLXU8tFeOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XGSFbhJij-8/s72-c/linktoRiri.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-441259052285789695</id><published>2008-11-10T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:10:53.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Between The Trees'/><title type='text'>Rhymes and times...</title><content type='html'>I haven't written any real piece for sometime and I got a little rusty at writing. I used to write very often as the I was really inspired to write a while ago. I like to write when I'm inspired and when my emotions are pouring. That way, I can put the words together rather easily as they just flow and pour. But writing is also about practice and lots of reading which I haven't done in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "inspiration" is there, but more often, I am too lazy to write out any ideas or I simply just forced them away...which is a bad thing as nice pieces are just wasted &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first two pieces in Malay were written a while back. They are simple and straightforward, nothing deep. My writing in Malay isn't good, so its just for fun, kinda experimenting with rhyming in Malay, kinda like 'pantun' but not really ("p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bulan mengambang di malam rindu&lt;br /&gt;Ku masih di sini tanpa hadirmu&lt;br /&gt;Bintang bermain di angkasa sunyi&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku untukmu ikhlas dan suci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luatan luas tanpa sempadan&lt;br /&gt;Tanpamu di sisi ku dalam kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;Gunung yang tinggi mencapai awan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ku masih dibelai bayu kerinduan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sungai mengalir tanpa henti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Seperti cintaku yang setia menanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bayu lembut membelai diri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sedarkah engkau aku di sini? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ku peroleh ketenangan dalam pelukan mu&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan bahagia dengan hadirmu&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi tahukah engkau isi hatiku?&lt;br /&gt;Bukan persahabatan yang hanya ku mahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak bisa ku ungkapkan kata-kata cinta&lt;br /&gt;Ku pengecut yang takut memburu bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Cinta kasih darimu masih kupinta&lt;br /&gt;Agar diriku dibuai kenangan mesra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwaku bergelora karena hadirmu&lt;br /&gt;Dirimu mampu menggoncang duniaku&lt;br /&gt;Bagimu dirimu begitu berpengaruh&lt;br /&gt;Hanya untukmu ku serahkan seluruh ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last piece is my first attempt at writing after a rather long hiatus.Got a little inspired recently, but I'm so used to blocking out "inspirations" that I wasn't able to give it a proper ending. It's simple and short. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The birds they flew&lt;br /&gt;The chase the sky&lt;br /&gt;I chase after you&lt;br /&gt;For invading my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet addiction&lt;br /&gt;That fills my empty heart&lt;br /&gt;A deep contradiction&lt;br /&gt;Right from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misses and kisses&lt;br /&gt;That are never fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in this sickness&lt;br /&gt;That't becoming unreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I longed for your touch&lt;br /&gt;Every minute of the day&lt;br /&gt;I missed you so much&lt;br /&gt;Words are not enough to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, your smile&lt;br /&gt;That tender skin&lt;br /&gt;You make me wild&lt;br /&gt;And startled within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mere presence&lt;br /&gt;Brings such significance&lt;br /&gt;Your ethereal countenance&lt;br /&gt;Awakens my senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;With a single touch of the hand&lt;br /&gt;I longed to be driven&lt;br /&gt;To your blissfool wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are welcomed geehee~ ("p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this great indie band called &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Between The Trees&lt;/span&gt; (thanks to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole&lt;/span&gt;). Their music is great and I love this song. Its great listening, just ignore the video. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6ePkf35UCs"&gt;Press play &lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6ePkf35UCs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6ePkf35UCs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRhThIvPYpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4bks-nKtIu8/s1600-h/Life+is+blissfool.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267051592956207762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRhThIvPYpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4bks-nKtIu8/s400/Life+is+blissfool.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-441259052285789695?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/441259052285789695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=441259052285789695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/441259052285789695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/441259052285789695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/rhymes-and-times.html' title='Rhymes and times...'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRhThIvPYpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4bks-nKtIu8/s72-c/Life+is+blissfool.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-7820709978743432655</id><published>2008-11-08T00:06:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:57:50.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biochem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lab'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me do a little update on what happened since my last post on the historical day in the history of mankind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Geehehe~ One of the most significant thing that happened on the morning of 5th November(or late evening of 4th November in America) when Obama was announced as the next President was...I SAW THE "KOREAN" GUY AGAIN!!! GAH!!! :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was just coming out of the elevator heading towards the lab door when he came out of the loo and also headed towards the same door! He was just half a step behind me, so I let him pass infront of me just so that I can make sure it is him without turning behind and absolutely faint infront of him. Gaaahaha~!! It was so exciting!! He was standing just infront of me!! Me!! And our schedule is actually enable us to meet at the same lab!! Just that he's next door...GAH!!! I was so excited that morning...because of the meeting and ofcourse because of the election.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking of the election, during lunch break that day, my classmates and I went to the library and was able to watch the live announcement of Barack Obama being elected as the next President!! I was literally jumping up and down with joy when I saw on CNN that Obama had won :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And the only person I could think of celebrating the victory with was my dear &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ah Ping&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ah Ping&lt;/span&gt; had been a strong supporter of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; since the beginning and I switched(from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hillary&lt;/span&gt;) to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; after he was nominated the Democratic nominee. I so wished &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AhPing&lt;/span&gt; was there to celebrate with me &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dang, I miss my friends!! I can't go back me home till next week coz this 'Problem Solving' subject needs us to prepare a presentation. I just think it creates more problem for me than solving any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm...oyeah, my issues in new media subject requires me to start another 2 blogs...Gah~Its not all that easy taking up that subject. One is to present an issue about the new media and I've chosen to blog about politicking in new media, about how politicians have tapped into the new media to garner fresh support. Another blog we have to do is on any theme that we like. Any suggestions on what theme I should do? Entertainment? Gaming? Baking? Cooking? Dancing? Music? Gardening??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The next day 6th November...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole&lt;/span&gt;'s 17th burfday!! This is the girl who on random likes to say she is still 16. Not anymore!! Gaahaha! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole&lt;/span&gt;'s 17!! Happy burfday &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During lunch break(alot seems to happen during lunch break eh), &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mira, DeXing, Fauzan&lt;/span&gt; and I went out of school to Tampines Mall to get Jole a burfday cake and some snacks for the class. It was quite a fun thing to do cuz this was the first time we got together as a class to celebrate our classmates burfday. Fun day indeed. Mira and I gave Jole a leather cuff which she likes and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DawnDawn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mariri&lt;/span&gt; gave &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jole&lt;/span&gt; a coin box(cuz Jole used to carry her coins in plastic bags -_-) and also a whole set of panda-ish utencils. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mariri&lt;/span&gt; seems to have some association with pandas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265992223389455410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRSQBtkZFDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LLhS5z9KJ50/s320/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jole &amp;amp; her cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266193852300208242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRVHaDyzKHI/AAAAAAAAADk/4DTICAnLzG0/s320/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jole &lt;strong&gt;posing&lt;/strong&gt; infront of cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265988304794843634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRSMdnqoefI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_VYf8a10gus/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some of the snacks we bought for the class&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRSR7uXWTZI/AAAAAAAAADE/fBmIA0wcsac/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265994319547223442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRSR7uXWTZI/AAAAAAAAADE/fBmIA0wcsac/s320/DSC00823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chen Han's new style :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRSVePzossI/AAAAAAAAADM/eCqUq7Mb5Xs/s1600-h/biochem+lab.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265998211174675138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRSVePzossI/AAAAAAAAADM/eCqUq7Mb5Xs/s320/biochem+lab.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pic with Jole &amp;amp; Mirr after Biochem tutorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265999576719552258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRSWtu257wI/AAAAAAAAADU/26enYh1RDPk/s320/stoner.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRSWtu257wI/AAAAAAAAADU/26enYh1RDPk/s1600-h/stoner.bmp"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know what I took, but I sure look stoned...and a little kookoo -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRVD04jiLQI/AAAAAAAAADc/mGSlN7MpEMU/s1600-h/hidden+radhi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266189915093347586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRVD04jiLQI/AAAAAAAAADc/mGSlN7MpEMU/s320/hidden+radhi.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Radhi was sneaking behind us!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRWQhsEzw7I/AAAAAAAAADs/F9dZuh3yhx4/s1600-h/DSC02628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266274247721075634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRWQhsEzw7I/AAAAAAAAADs/F9dZuh3yhx4/s320/DSC02628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally a perfect pic :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyone noticed I've grown taller? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh speaking of pandas, there's a picture of a &lt;strong&gt;panda&lt;/strong&gt; on a sandwich machine in IT school, just below the picture of a &lt;strong&gt;beef&lt;/strong&gt; sandwich with a picture of a &lt;strong&gt;cow&lt;/strong&gt;. Hmm...yummy. But doesn't anyone else find that rather disturbing and misleading?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRWWgOXMQpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/P_zbsYFz9_s/s1600-h/Life+is+jaded.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266280819635012242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 51px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRWWgOXMQpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/P_zbsYFz9_s/s400/Life+is+jaded.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-7820709978743432655?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7820709978743432655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=7820709978743432655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/7820709978743432655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/7820709978743432655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SRSQBtkZFDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LLhS5z9KJ50/s72-c/DSC00820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-1778830452157336296</id><published>2008-11-05T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:26:47.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><title type='text'>OBAMA!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;Quick update...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBAMA WON!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBAMA IS PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBAMA IS PRESIDENT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBAMA! OBAMA!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is [insert favourite word of the day].&lt;br /&gt;Life is OBAMA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-1778830452157336296?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1778830452157336296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=1778830452157336296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/1778830452157336296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/1778830452157336296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama.html' title='OBAMA!!!!!!!'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-4752464358196328426</id><published>2008-11-04T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T03:18:22.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John McCain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liz Feldman'/><title type='text'>McCain's mum</title><content type='html'>Here's for more laughs. Comedienne Liz Feldman plays John McCain's mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="388" width="464" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11669"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="9758"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=adc6f22335" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 464px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaahaha!! My favourite lines:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm 140 years old, I haven't been elderly in 38 years!"&lt;br /&gt;"My son John McCain can do anything he puts his mind on...And he can fly. He can fly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "Carak-Ogama"?!?!? ROFL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-4752464358196328426?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4752464358196328426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=4752464358196328426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/4752464358196328426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/4752464358196328426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/mccains-mum.html' title='McCain&apos;s mum'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-4764487557222862036</id><published>2008-11-04T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:41:29.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Look</title><content type='html'>Here's one last look at John McCain and wife Cindy before he's history(and by history I don't mean it in a bad way that he's dead and also not in a good way that he's written into history as President of USA, but in a not so good and not bad either way that he's doesn't become the next President of USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let Palin 2012 become a reality, or the world would be doomed(we'll have to re-draw the map such that Alaska has borders with Russia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/490f29755d92a3ed/490d4e456a226262/69034763/widget.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-4764487557222862036?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4764487557222862036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=4764487557222862036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/4764487557222862036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/4764487557222862036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-look.html' title='Last Look'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-3996098432454729294</id><published>2008-11-04T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:34:58.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life today.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Monday in Temasek Poly(TP). Our first lesson was lab work in Electronic Devices &amp;amp; Circuitry(EDEV). Mira and I concluded that we preferred Mrs. Kwong more! ("p)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kwong walks around the lab checking on each one of us, making sure we are doing the right thing and helping us with any problem. A WHOLE lot of things could go wrong even if it's patching up a little circuit, it's not as easy as it looks &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current teacher pretty much just say there and expect us to complete the circuit on our own. She only walks around to mark our paper and monitor us a little bit...or to shush Sunil up, hehe~ Poor Anythony spent half the time trying to figure out what went wrong with his circuit cos he's reading wasn't right and the teacher only came to check up on our row at the very last minute, causing Anthony to waste all his time digging his brain to see what went wrong. She could have been a better help had she realised Ant was struggling earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's what I did today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SQ8nQFT8nlI/AAAAAAAAACc/2Iue2WSBMqA/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264469646676631122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SQ8nQFT8nlI/AAAAAAAAACc/2Iue2WSBMqA/s320/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks so basic and "wu liao" right. Yeah, it is. Look! The LED is lighting up! Why? Because the diode is forward biased! Dang, I forgotten about all the nonsensical stuff I learned about diode for Physics...it doesn't seem so nonsensical now -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next? Next we had a lecture on Digital FundaMENTALs 2. The lecturer is this lady probably around 30+ I'd say. She is very prim and proper, had tidy, straight-trimmed shoulder length hair where not one hair is out of place, she dresses corporately(really, like corporate) and she has that confident aura that lets one know she is in command and is serious, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there early for the lecture and she was kinda shocked and went on to question whether she was in the right lecture hall. Then smiled at us. Hm...where am I going with this? Mira and I concluded(me &amp;amp; Mira have become tag-teams in judging people :P) that she seemed less menacing and in demand and more friendly, sweet and approachable when she smiles. Me and Mira also concluded that if she smiles more, she looks more attractive than her robotic-lecturer-self. She does seems attractive, but unfortunately the lightings from the projecter and in the lecture hall does not do any lecturer any justice. Gahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that occured during the lecture that disrupted Miss. Prim-and-Pristine's lesson came courtesy of your's truly...gahaha! I was so embarassed!&lt;br /&gt;I had not noticed that I had accidentally set my alarm for tomorrow, today. The alarm was ringing from soft to loud and I hadn't noticed that some sound was coming from my bag until Jole nudged me and said "It's your phone". By then, the alarm was ringing the maximum volume and Ms. Commander-Lecturer commented, "Why got radio huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it had to ring just a few moments after Ms. Prim-and-Pristine looked menacingly at a student and said, "Please keep your handphone," in her ever-demanding tone. When I finally shut off the the alarm, I could feel my face burning with embarassment. Gahaha! I didn't even dared to look up and pretended to be doing my work :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/katherina/music/EvCSI6-W/usher_usher_moving_mountains_feat_timbaland/"&gt;Here's the "radio" to my alarm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't complain. That's a super nice song for my alarm. You can never go wrong with Usher. Except when he says, "Women have started to become lovers of each other as a result of not having enough men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;That's what I call nonsensical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Later during lunch break...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was busy waiting for my Thai Mee Goreng(fyi, I waited for like 20 minutes just to get my mee goreng...I was so hungry), I suddenly smelled(is that a real word?) a whiff of chlorine. I could smell chlorine all the way when I walked from the food stall to my seat. It was quite strong actually and I felt like a little poisoned. I think it might have came from the air-conditioning...or something. When I sat down, I asked my friends if they have smelled the chlorine too, but none of them did. I looked around and everyone was busy enjoying their meals and chatting away, unaware of the smell of chlorine that still dances around my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, I had this "vision" in my head where no one had picked up the smell of chlorine(how many times have I mentioned chlorine?) and continued chowing down their food. Later, it will be too late and everyone would start feeling nausious, poisoned by the chlorine that mysteriously appeared and er, poisoned everyone. The school would have to shut down because everyone(and by everyone, I meant a whole lot of people who thronged the ITAS canteen) was poisoned and no one realised it at all...EXCEPT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got hungry and started chowing down my food...and completely forgotten about the whole "chlorine episode". Ofcourse, no one was seriously injured from the chlorine episode and no one got hurt during the course of my "vision".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The moral of the story is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Once you get older, you start worrying about nonsensical things like chlorine poisoning in school. Or, it's just me -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SQ8m7pGjwQI/AAAAAAAAACU/-Y2N1kMt3Dc/s1600-h/Life+is+nonsensical.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264469295506899202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SQ8m7pGjwQI/AAAAAAAAACU/-Y2N1kMt3Dc/s400/Life+is+nonsensical.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/7117178451752430134-3996098432454729294?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3996098432454729294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=3996098432454729294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/3996098432454729294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/3996098432454729294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SQ8nQFT8nlI/AAAAAAAAACc/2Iue2WSBMqA/s72-c/DSC00811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117178451752430134.post-5198818439769149511</id><published>2008-11-01T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:22:44.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina Fey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remedies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorethroat'/><title type='text'>Maiden Post</title><content type='html'>Hm. I don't really have a clear idea of what my first post should be. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished my second week of this semester. Things are still a little blur for me in school. I'm still trying to make sense of what each subject is about. One interesting thing this semester is I've taken an extra course called Writing and Issues in the New Media. Basically we learn some styles and formats of writing in the new media and some of the issues that arrises from the new media such as authorship, audiences, internet threats, internet bullying etc. I thought it would be easy to score in this course, but it seems that we have to really put effort because we have to do some presentation of a specific issue that we want to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I laughed alot with my friend and classmate Mira. Half of the time things aren't that funny, but I just can't explain why we laughed so much in the first place. According to what she posted on her blog(thesunflowerlife.blogspot.com) there's this incident with a "Korean" guy, the door thing and the other day I laughed until miraculously ended up sitting on the floor. Ah, I loved laughing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Korean" is uber cute!! Gah! We both kinda went gaga over him. He was wearing this fitting black top, knee-lenth shorts, he had this long, dreamy, new-century-beatles crop, and very 'sepet' eyes, and he looked so much like a "Korean" star! Or maybe a model...either way, he looks so good+yummy and easy on the eyes that one would just want to stare at him! Ofcourse, Mira &amp; I didn't do that...we just "improvised" a little to get a better view of him. Geehehe!! We kinda went running like mental kids just to get far infront enough of him so we could "pretend" to look back to find our classmates just to get a look at him...ah, it was a joy ride for my eyes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in this week, I went camping with some fellow "Engineers-in-training" at Pasir Ris Park. My three other classmates were there too(Fauzan, Mira &amp; Ready Radhi). Fauzan, Mira &amp; I planned to go there at 2pm but thanks to Fauzan, our arrival was delayed to 5pm. Unfortunately, I had to cancel another gathering I had and I also couldn't attend Charlie Q's birthday party :(&lt;br /&gt;It was sad that so many things had to fall on the same day. But we had some fun. We had barbeque, some games, lots of chatting and night-walk. The night walk was pretty "tame". I guess it was because a few years back, I did a night walk through the swamp ALONE and I survived! So, this one where we went in the swamp area in groups of 6 didn't terrify me that much :P&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I was a little jumpy and had to pull onto Fauzan &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks FF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in this week, I have sorethroat again!! I've not fully healed yet, but getting a little better. Here's a list of remedies suggested by numerous party:&lt;br /&gt;1. Apple + Kiwi juice&lt;br /&gt;2. Clorox (courtesy of Dr.Mira)&lt;br /&gt;3. Water + sleep early&lt;br /&gt;4. Lemon honey green tea&lt;br /&gt;5. Herbal tea&lt;br /&gt;Of all the choices, I would most love to try option numero uno. If only I have a blender here...&lt;br /&gt;I really love to try it, so if anyone volunteers to blend me some Kiwiple(yup, remember I'm the first person to name 'em) I would give you some lovin'. Or I'll just go hunting with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hunting, the American election is coming soon. Mark down Nov 4th, for it will be a historical day. OBAMA for PRESIDENT. If McCain-Palin does win, I shall elect myself as the new PRESIDENT of ALASKA and move there so I can wave at my Russian neighbours and hunt down animals -____________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little outdated, but this is the first Saturday Night Live skit where Tina Fey potrays Sarah Palin and it's hillarious! I don't need anymore reasons to love Tina Fey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type='application/x-shockwave-flash' data='http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48cd3b64ddb82bd0/48cd0cf97d529c95/be940ef3' id='W4727a250e66f972348cd3b64ddb82bd0' height='283' width='384'&gt;&lt;param value='http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48cd3b64ddb82bd0/48cd0cf97d529c95/be940ef3' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;param value='all' name='allowNetworking'/&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowScriptAccess'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahahah! Loved it when Sarah Palin(Tina Fey) did the shotgun pose and when Hillary Clinton(Amy Poehler) rips the podium! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's some music. This band is called Uh Huh Her. Not well known, but this song is pretty nice. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZIecxq1D1ZA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZIecxq1D1ZA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"I can see Russia from my house!" - Tina Fey as Sarah Palin on SNL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117178451752430134-5198818439769149511?l=i-are-blogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5198818439769149511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117178451752430134&amp;postID=5198818439769149511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/5198818439769149511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117178451752430134/posts/default/5198818439769149511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-are-blogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/maiden-post.html' title='Maiden Post'/><author><name>-Kat-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13979373238364189744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPi3xwWO6Ac/SP8IdEGAvGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/maVFAYhv9gc/S220/kattttttt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
