<?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-8361993</id><updated>2011-08-03T23:38:18.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All me.</title><subtitle type='html'>me and me and me

ok. right. so. erm. yah.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-3001689997572233156</id><published>2009-10-04T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T03:26:24.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN LONDON</title><content type='html'>ah, i'm finally in london. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice nice place. I like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-3001689997572233156?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/3001689997572233156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=3001689997572233156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3001689997572233156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3001689997572233156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-london.html' title='IN LONDON'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5186749588151766577</id><published>2009-08-12T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:22:48.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long long while...</title><content type='html'>Singapore Idol has started. And i have to say that wow. It hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But strangely enough, i did recognise one face in it. hm.. i hope she makes it at least to the top 10 cause i've heard her sing and it's seriously super good. Haha, she should sing you give love a bad name by bon jovi. Her rendition. BLOODY AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realised that my stupid passports are still with the stupid visa centre. Is it me, or do i just have a really really bad feeling about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my passports had to be sent to freaking malaysia ( no offense to you) based KL british high com to do my stupid visa. Let's see. So i went online, filled up the stupid form. Printed it out. Printed out ANOTHER form. Went to freaking uluness of uluness in singapore. Just to have EVERYTHING sent to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I just mention, that the point of doing the stupid form ONLINE, is so that people WON'T have to spend 5 HOURS queueing up to pass up the stupid forms. Which, basically takes 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know. Whatever. It's nothing major after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's only 5 hours of my time. Other people waited like 7 hours? 8 Hours? yeah.. So no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other things is that.. I have secretly become a singaporean who's still holding on to her m'sian citizenship because her father refuses to let her renounce her m'sian citizenship for God knows what stupid reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, have i mentioned, i was called up for ns? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shhhhhhhhhhh. Don't tell anyone. Don't say for which country either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there I go, blowing my cover away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i retarded or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-5186749588151766577?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5186749588151766577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5186749588151766577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5186749588151766577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5186749588151766577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-long-long-while.html' title='After a long long while...'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-3286448502555948945</id><published>2009-06-25T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:34:42.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many many things have happened...</title><content type='html'>In case some of you (who're reading my blog but are not close friends with me) don't know, I'm going to study overseas. UCL (University College of London) Environmental Geography. No, I'm not studying that because my results suck and i couldn't get into any of the local universities. In fact, I got ino psy for NTU and FASS for NUS; got ABC for A levels ( i hate that C). So for those of you who thought that i really did like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, sorry to burst your bubble. I really want to study geog and my course is pretty damn exciting, if you please. So i chose to go overseas to UCL to study. UCL is not some ulu ulu university, it's actually a pretty good school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my first piece of news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going in about 2.5 months time, early sep. So if you want to see me for the last time, please come talk to me ya? I'll try my best not to ditch meeting you at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third piece of news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got  a new camera of which i'm freaking happy with. It's a panasonic lumix fx48. Even though i don't really know how to use th gazillion functions it has, i'm learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.... yep, that's about it. The most important was actually the first. Yep. Cause i've realised that i'm really really really really really sick of people giving me the "what the hell is that" look when they hear what i'm doing in uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, if anyone, ANYONE tells me again that geography is a stupid and useless subject, i'm really going to rip into them. Anyone with a brain can tell you that it's the furthest thing away from stupid and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, everyone only knows about engineering, law, accounting, medicine, science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, they don't think that geog belongs under the category of science. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm not angry. I'm just clearing the air. Of course,with the typical bluntness of me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-3286448502555948945?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/3286448502555948945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=3286448502555948945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3286448502555948945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3286448502555948945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-many-things-have-happened.html' title='So many many things have happened...'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-8474858848498550399</id><published>2009-06-17T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:28:57.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the trip here and back</title><content type='html'>Yeah well, i don't really do much nowadays. School's still out. tuition won't be starting anytime soon since the kid's still in china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How now brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm having a camp tomorrow to saturday. Don't really feel like going.. cause need to freaking sleep in my sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which i really really hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Sigh. I'm totally going to crash during the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-8474858848498550399?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/8474858848498550399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=8474858848498550399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8474858848498550399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8474858848498550399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-here-and-back.html' title='the trip here and back'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-1870150149591360685</id><published>2009-05-08T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:12:01.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How to fight hair loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. use good shampoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so I only have 1 step. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg, I'm seriously going bald. I'm going to have bald spots growing on my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm shedding hair like nobody's business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i wash my hair, shitloads of hair drops out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHITLOADS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHY?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus, i'm going to blow 30 bucks plus to buy avalon shampoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause my hair is worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-1870150149591360685?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/1870150149591360685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=1870150149591360685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/1870150149591360685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/1870150149591360685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2009/05/hair-loss.html' title='hair loss'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-2611200306731923454</id><published>2009-04-07T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:12:38.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Lambert</title><content type='html'>Just how awesome is he??!!! AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="" hl="en&amp;amp;fs="1&amp;amp;border="1"&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/VTr_aQ5pciE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/8361993-2611200306731923454?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/2611200306731923454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=2611200306731923454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2611200306731923454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2611200306731923454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2009/04/adam-lambert.html' title='Adam Lambert'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-7133854155065411616</id><published>2009-03-23T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:50:52.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging while in class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm in some P1 class now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And there isn't any thing to do now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cause the teacher didn't give me anything to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Lucky for me, the previous teacher left the computer LOGGED IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So now, other than occasionally shouting at the kids to keep quiet and read their books, i'm blogging and facebooking. HAHAHAHHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, it's not my fault. I was so bored in the previous classes, cause the teacher was on MC and so didn't leave any work for me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So every now and then, i have to change the screen when one of the kids comes up to me and peeks at my screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;FINALLY i'm making use of my time. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosh, i seriously do not like to relief teach P1s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Boring and they're so hyper active. Feel so old when i'm in their class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;PLUS, they're so freaking naughty!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, i'm going to go back to facebooking. Only have 25 more minutes to use on the com, before i have to lead them for dismissal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;BYE&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/8361993-7133854155065411616?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/7133854155065411616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=7133854155065411616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7133854155065411616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7133854155065411616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogging-while-in-class.html' title='blogging while in class'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-8743282838290176343</id><published>2009-03-16T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:29:01.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite my oh so fierce title, all that i'm pissed about really is just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PAPERWORK PAPERWORK AND MORE PAPERWORK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, take for example UCAS. I mean, to apply overseas to UK universities: just go to UCAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after that, you'd expect UCAS to pass your results to the respective universities that you applied to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still want you to mail them photocopies of your results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, i think scholarships are whittled down by the willingness of people to pour through their millions and millions of certs of achievements instead of the academics and CCAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up yours biatch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-8743282838290176343?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/8743282838290176343/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-8129932753894950641</id><published>2009-03-10T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:23:26.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whose line is it anyway</title><content type='html'>this is hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_ITa5e5dtc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/z_ITa5e5dtc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R1uWtMcdU0w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/R1uWtMcdU0w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/8361993-8129932753894950641?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/8129932753894950641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=8129932753894950641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>resultsresultsresultsresultsresultsresultsresultsresultsresultsresultsresultsresultsresultsresultsresults</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes,it's the moment of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/8361993-2892873765109836387?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/2892873765109836387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=2892873765109836387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>HAHAHAHAH</title><content type='html'>omg.. guopin.. you're like.. the person with all the stupid links to all the stupid videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU THE MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8CihCIWgQGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/8CihCIWgQGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;hilarious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-4602316484990412238?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-7221290429958886180</id><published>2009-02-17T14:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:36:41.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh.. what the hell man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;eh, you know, sometimes it's just what the hell man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, if you're already feeling irritated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you get some fuckingly annoying person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who relentlessly just keeps bugging you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please get the fuck out of my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bloody hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So freaking idiotic, this kind of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they're the kind who's basically insensitive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ego-centric,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;irritating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, if I'm feeling frustrated and from the very first word i utter to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is one that is full of impatience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you either shut up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes sense right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you don't go on bugging an obviously irritated person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just obviously picking a fight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially if it's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm permanently itching for a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i've just recently discovered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really really hate people who're stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't mean intellectually stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though those people test my patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ones i really can't stand are those who know what their bad points are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but don't change it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in fact, they just go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's my personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trying but this is the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've got to understand me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BLAH BLAH BLAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unless you don't care about what people think or their opinions of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You jolly well change your flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or just blatantly tell me that you can't be bothered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't give me all that stupid crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be pissed but i'll understand a little more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-7221290429958886180?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/7221290429958886180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=7221290429958886180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7221290429958886180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7221290429958886180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2009/02/eh-what-hell-man.html' title='eh.. what the hell man'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-6496242475724535999</id><published>2009-02-16T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:27:44.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like lying down and forgetting everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;meh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking takes up so much energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;typing's tiring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, there's nothing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just wasting my life away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bumming my time away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck man, it's like.. argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, i'm not ranting for the sake of ranting or anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why the heck am i trying to explain myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe i should go get some sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-6496242475724535999?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/6496242475724535999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=6496242475724535999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6496242475724535999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6496242475724535999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-like-lying-down-and-forgetting.html' title='I feel like lying down and forgetting everything'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-6704305145435356963</id><published>2009-02-09T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:21:18.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I'm just going to not bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. But really, sometimes, looking at those pictures... it really makes me feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-6704305145435356963?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/6704305145435356963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=6704305145435356963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6704305145435356963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6704305145435356963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2009/02/ding-ding-ding.html' title='DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5298630106820333249</id><published>2009-01-20T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:08:40.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY AND INAUGURATION!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm 19. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OLD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, Don wished me like.. 16 mins before midnight cause she couldn't stay awake and still wake up in time for work the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, there's justin's email. THANKS! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then there's yelyn who FINALLY wished me on the correct day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then all the church people!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dominic, Lynette and Fifi.. Thanks for the card :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May, Ser Kiat, Grace, Jialin, Steph, Chunkitha Watsy, Wei Ting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KWAN!!, Ginapok, Minting, Jeanny, Cheryl, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Liah and Joyce who totally wished me on the 18th, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cedric ( whom i'm still pestering to go AC)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wei Yuan (!!!!!!! haha.. totally unexpected from him) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Kenneth! Sho shweet ah kenny..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurhur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But really, thanks for the presents, all the well-wishing, all the stupid messages (namely watsy potsy who's getting me a present from cambodia :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got so many great presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A pair of hush puppies shoes, dinner and cake from my parents. (THANK YOU!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fantastic bracelet from my brother. ( i got my birthday present from him at 1 am today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A great day with steph choy, although eden lake was freaking sick and the ending was shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she paid for my ticket and for fried mars bars ( she so nice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLUS, she burned JASON MRAZ'S CD FOR ME!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of course, giving me her ticketes to his concert will be better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANKS ANYWAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May for tricking me... and getting me that amazing notebook :D I don't dare write in it. too nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don for her stupid question (asking me what i want for my birthday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Wei Ting who specially met me at cck just to pass me my present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHICH IS FREAKING CUTE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear, her presents to me are so unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. the fake mirror on the back of the notebook is freaking funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND there's Mr Stickman on the cover running (or walking depending on how fast i flip the book)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, Mr Stickman's come to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah... i'm so tired now. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's Obama too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes my birthdate totally significant throughout the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I"m so glad i'm born on the 20th of jan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thanks to all of you who totally made my birthday memorable :D&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/8361993-5298630106820333249?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5298630106820333249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5298630106820333249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5298630106820333249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5298630106820333249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-and-inauguration.html' title='BIRTHDAY AND INAUGURATION!!!'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-599376505411249861</id><published>2009-01-18T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:20:30.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBAMA and ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO MORE DAYS TO OBAMA'S INAUGURATION!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two more days to my birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i'm more excited about Obama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-599376505411249861?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/599376505411249861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=599376505411249861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/599376505411249861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/599376505411249861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-and-me.html' title='OBAMA and ME'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5001844620548590155</id><published>2009-01-08T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:46:37.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny videos</title><content type='html'>well, my brother introduced me to this... well.. band called amatuer transplants. They're.. doctors.. from the UK. And they're freaking hilarious. I looked them up on youtube and found LOTS of their videos. Future doctors and doctors, please listen to them. I'm sure you'll find them absolutely funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, (call me ignorant) but videos from dick lee that just cracked me up. I'm sure that at the very least, you should know the one from hossan leong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's start with dick lee yah? this was from 2004. I think the funniest bit starts from 5.30. So just bear with all the bad lyrics before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kP1kcCpvYEk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kP1kcCpvYEk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;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;Then there's this, called count on me. Gosh, i hate that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wk51lfLfIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wk51lfLfIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;AND now it's time for amatuer transplants. They are seriously freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Beautiful'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2R7QX0zIjgY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2R7QX0zIjgY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;'Loin King'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHcxBf-JUMA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHcxBf-JUMA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;'Careless Surgeon'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V1QhKjPHMdI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/V1QhKjPHMdI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;the drugs song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXROnzpsrlg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/KXROnzpsrlg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;anaesthetists hymn ( this one's really cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xuZl9tRqjoQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/xuZl9tRqjoQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;Finals countdown ( if the tune sounds familiar, it's the same as hossan leong's 'talking cock')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xuZl9tRqjoQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/xuZl9tRqjoQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;Paracetamoxyfrusebendroneomycin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_vo9HiwnUko&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/_vo9HiwnUko&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;This one everyone can get.. not just doctors (ignore the cheesy stupid pictures, just listen to the song)&lt;br /&gt;Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PRkjcJ0pG20&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/PRkjcJ0pG20&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;'always look on the bright side'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8ApvdxdRt8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/W8ApvdxdRt8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;Anyway, there's more at youtube. Look up their lyrics. Trust me, they cracked me up like heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm going back to do my own stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-5001844620548590155?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5001844620548590155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5001844620548590155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5001844620548590155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5001844620548590155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-videos.html' title='funny videos'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-6804171500971083145</id><published>2008-12-31T10:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:30:14.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures, pictures, pictures.....pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, pictures!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many, so difficult to choose.&lt;br /&gt;First there're those we took in church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then there're those from East Coast Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUNDRED PLUS!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, i'll only show you&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so back to the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;At ECP, Frederick was the star of the day.&lt;br /&gt;He went rollarblading and this is what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, he grabbed my hand to balance himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and almost pulled me off my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285785931243000194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVriTJZ_EYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RkZ3W421I48/s320/helping+fred.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the HUMONGOUS blister he got &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285785945422151026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVriT-OjvXI/AAAAAAAAAUw/kziPVv1VjFU/s320/fred3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the funniest is that THIS, happened not once.. BUT MANY TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;A total slow-mo of fred falling down.. hahA&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285788302720970018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrkdL2ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/B7ZWiawmVVA/s320/preparing+to+fall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285785948143705442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVriUIXbXWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Pmy5twQJK4A/s320/fred+kow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This of course, is my 4H class. Not everyone la. Duh. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285785950961568738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVriUS3Qi-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/sx3A0y1p_tk/s320/class.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then here's Hen catching a ride from me. SUPER TIRING but SUPER FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285788313547577778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrkd0LqGbI/AAAAAAAAAVg/hQCXmCup0pQ/s320/hen2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285788304199411330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrkdRW4ZoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VQHZjPSfIWU/s320/hen+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and then, kat and i decided to take a kiddy ride. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285788292036808418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrkckDFzuI/AAAAAAAAAVI/67y-Tj3GMPs/s320/kat+and+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that's it for ECP.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's church. This was taken on christmas eve and.. the week before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793007739438018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrovDaNg8I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Ejr1dw6AmVg/s320/blackhole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285795027779295858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrqkopPmnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/N3-QPiBDk1Y/s320/quick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME SUPERHERO!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285795017291895202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrqkBk2kaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MmPZVk95oKU/s320/super+heroes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;family portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793025100407106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrowEFY4UI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5CU5xT-Rb48/s320/family+portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;jo and i kissing ourselves.. hehe&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285795009796355570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrqjlpxtfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MNR9l9iOGbo/s320/MUAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this picture&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285795007190560178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrqjb8gbbI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YUfo3fvRL10/s320/FUN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;laughing at cedric.. poor boy. :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793018680984866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrovsK4RSI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Xa5tqmfbn6s/s320/comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i'm that tiny little thing you see in the middle &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285797709326796210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrtAuL_RbI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KPAdSvz4wb0/s320/mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve in church!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285795028201990338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrqkqOBaMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/85_eKdm_z5A/s320/what.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793012133351442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrovTxzUBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/WKDmtWl9DNI/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;all these little idiots. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793021808750114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVrov30mLiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/L-VBxrn-LnM/s320/EH!.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, so those are the fun last moments of 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, i feel nolstagic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, despite all my complaints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do actually enjoy school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and DAMN, i miss it freaking a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freaking mosquito is bitng me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KILL YOU!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one day i'm going to kill all the mosquitoes in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last post on the last day of 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;excuse me while i go cry in the corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE RESULTS ARE IN 2 MONTHS&lt;/div&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/8361993-6804171500971083145?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/6804171500971083145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=6804171500971083145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6804171500971083145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6804171500971083145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-pictures-picturespics.html' title='pictures, pictures, pictures.....pics.'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SVriTJZ_EYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RkZ3W421I48/s72-c/helping+fred.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-8726319087425464927</id><published>2008-12-29T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:05:08.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>books and dramas</title><content type='html'>Now that i've heck lot of time, i've been reading and watching lots of shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, mainly watching shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEPHENIE CHOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m so glad you intro-ed Robin  Hobb's books to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that i'm eternally grateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like.. SUPER GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so detailed and draws you in. Not boring at all. CAN"T PUT THE DAMN BOOKS DOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's twilight.. which grace has oh so gracefully agreed to lend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm interested in it, but not that much.. nor am i the crazy 7 year old girl who wanted the actor to bite her on the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just.. plain dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm watching jap dramas ( what else?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent love and scrap teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't the best, but they are watchable. I"m watching scrap teachers mainly cause of the actors. But it is funny and good to watch for brainless fun. Inno's a really touching story. The story between the brother and sister.. WHA.. SO TOUCHING SIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-8726319087425464927?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/8726319087425464927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=8726319087425464927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8726319087425464927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8726319087425464927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/12/books-and-dramas.html' title='books and dramas'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-3369610176712108362</id><published>2008-12-28T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:25:42.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;theseventhconspiracy.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's guopin's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just writing this here so that i can refer to it in future if i want to visit his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to actually add links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm spamming him with songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;opps.. hhaha.. shouldn't say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-3369610176712108362?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/3369610176712108362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=3369610176712108362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3369610176712108362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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same, very much part of HOGC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a clip from GXT productions crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O4UXliCwDxM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/O4UXliCwDxM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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;and another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7LfGzJbcjk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/7LfGzJbcjk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-3381989856705532227?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/3381989856705532227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=3381989856705532227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3381989856705532227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3381989856705532227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/12/gxt.html' title='GXT'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-6095648508924333603</id><published>2008-12-15T11:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:45:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged.. the online coommuuuuuuniityyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I joined this online 'community' called tagged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, is it full of pervs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.. not really. But I had this REEAAAAAAALLLLLYY old caucasion guy about..30 plus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who asked if i wanted to be 'friends' with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, he said it with so much more sexual innuendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truthfully, he looked about 50 plus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say, I started to laugh at his request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKE HELL NO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Goodness Gracious Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has to go take a look in the mirror, yah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless of course he's rich, then his behaviour is understandable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still.. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I received another message&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time from a chinese dude in singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His nick is 'Simple XXX'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He starts off his message with a 'hihi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can i make frd with ya?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Er.. no i really don't want to be friends with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh. What's with the poor engrish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, there's more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's this certain ang moh who posted this on the bulletin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Subject: wanna have sex with me????????? just for girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then followed by: the answers you get back will amaze you. It's good to know!! Reply to this, then re-post as "Wanna have sex"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, what is it that you actually want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see how hot you are or really to gain attention?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these poor people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think you're making friends with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT YOU"RE NOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;AHAHA&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HA&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;AH&lt;/span&gt;AHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i think it's strange that when i send a friend request to people who want to meet me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(that is online)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they reply by saying " thanks for the reply"&lt;br /&gt;Erm, ok.. so i guess there's no way of seeing if you have any cooler pics eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, he had this as a display picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279856895284695170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SUXR31RXUII/AAAAAAAAAUY/S0QsCT56lAg/s320/8001001czOA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so funny right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I totally want to poke the pufferfish with my pen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-6095648508924333603?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/6095648508924333603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=6095648508924333603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6095648508924333603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6095648508924333603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-online-coommuuuuuuniityyyy.html' title='tagged.. the online coommuuuuuuniityyyy'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SUXR31RXUII/AAAAAAAAAUY/S0QsCT56lAg/s72-c/8001001czOA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-7305092521253736687</id><published>2008-12-12T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:09.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weirong says HI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO all you pang sais!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yah well..actually i'm just updating for the fun of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's see, my week passed quite.. crappily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hm... i did my application through ucas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking of applying to australia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking how much i'll miss the friends i've made here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then thinking.. what the heck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll make new ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then thinking.. what a hassle it is to go making new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thus, this entry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;WEIRONG SAYS HI!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278566791715471586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SUE8h69fwOI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/x5TVE0W0voM/s320/ME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep. that's me saying hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm enthusiastic about making new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;starting a new life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-7305092521253736687?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/7305092521253736687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=7305092521253736687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7305092521253736687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7305092521253736687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/12/weirong-says-hi.html' title='weirong says HI'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SUE8h69fwOI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/x5TVE0W0voM/s72-c/ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-4642970836051972455</id><published>2008-12-05T09:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:53:05.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after prom. post prom..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOSTALGIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kind of miss my classmates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the whole clubbing and sleepover thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-4642970836051972455?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/4642970836051972455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=4642970836051972455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/4642970836051972455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/4642970836051972455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-prom-post-prom.html' title='after prom. post prom..'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-8200167802569247573</id><published>2008-11-14T12:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:37:29.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STOMP.. the new stomping ground... apparently of schools' reputations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosh, the whole thing about bullying the birthday girl in ACJC got WAYYYYYYYYYYY overblown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone got so fired up by this!!! If only they were like this about A levels!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then again, this happened about 2 months back from what i remember. So i really wonder how this got onto STOMP if the video was already taken down. Someone with itchy little fingers must have wanted to tell the world about their oh so high and mighty opinion about this celebration. Must post the video I found so humiliating to the 'victim' up again so that EVERYONE can see what i'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aiyo, people? Don't take everything at face value. The response by many STOMPers quite disappointing and typical. Monkey see, monkey do. Just because someone thinks that it's bullying and humiliating or maybe that it appears to be this way in the video, doesn't mean that that's the only way it can ever be. Take for example Straits Times photo of one of the PAP rallies in one of the hotly contested areas. ST show many many people. Person living in the HDB flat next to rally show, actually many many people not really many many. Reality, look like a little too many people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aiyah, this kind of thing also can happen ah? I dinchn't know leh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So going back to the recently appeared hot topic in "Singapore Seen". People who weren't there, say for example...stomper who posted video up, can't really tell you what was truly happening at that point in time. Basically because they weren't there to witness it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As an ACsian, to see my school being put down like that with no rhyme or reason (that i can accept) truly.. how to get my feelings across..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah yes, it pisses me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not only is my school's reputation being dragged down by people who have no sense whatsoever, my principal is actually being insulted on STOMP. And that makes me angry. Mrs Chan is a principal who truly believes in her students and what she believes in, so to hear this particular stomper questioning her ability to be a principal pisses me off. You don't know her and how much she truly cares for her students, so just shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Besides, my friends, who actually witnessed the whole incident (unlike some people), could tell that it's done all in the name of fun. The so-called victim also knew it was a celebration of her birthday, not some bullying/humiliating event. To go so far to claim that she was crying is really ridiculous. Yes i feel that tying her up is a bit too much, but the girl didn't feel like it was bullying should be enough for the rest of us. Actually, it wasn't bullying but then to certain people they don't really care for facts, so.... sigh. This abit redundant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thus, i've come up with a plan. Instead, of reasoning with this kind of people, i'll just throw them into this huge green AC dustbin, which is frequently used as a container for birthday boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SR0NVvWTZII/AAAAAAAAAUI/CixSG7BrxOM/s1600-h/both.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268381806231774338" style="WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SR0NVvWTZII/AAAAAAAAAUI/CixSG7BrxOM/s320/both.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why so serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-8200167802569247573?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/8200167802569247573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=8200167802569247573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8200167802569247573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8200167802569247573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/11/stomp.html' title='STOMP'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/SR0NVvWTZII/AAAAAAAAAUI/CixSG7BrxOM/s72-c/both.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-3601430929308531786</id><published>2008-08-21T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:31:11.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFTER PRELIMS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha!!! i'm done with prelims... YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course there's still results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that comes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after my last paper ( today) which was Lit, with 3 bloody texts that totally killed my brain trying to analyse it, I, having absolutely no one to hang out with since they were still having exams ( HAHA) went to JE library, waiting for steph to finish her stupid art thingy and come pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my paper ended at 11.30. I got to the library at 12.15. I waited there, rotting my stupid ass off until 2 PLUS before steph came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt has always been flat. It got flatter during all the 7 3-hour papers.&lt;br /&gt;It got seriously flat when i sat in the library for the next 2 hours for steph to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we decided to go the Japan together after 'A's and to go sentosa, SPCA and dunno what after 'A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this crazy ass friend of mine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to Far east, ( took damn long for the train to get there) and began shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met afie there!! gosh, she and her friends pretty people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty people should be banned from the presence of mere average and common looking people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spent 10 thousand years in far east... just... window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND STEPH made me go eat turkish ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept harping on how good it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i said ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i found out why she kept bugging me to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me not going to spoil the surprise for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m going to keep the secret to meself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go eat it friends.. then you'll know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went round shopping catching up and talking about the most random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE went to the bookstore there and found our long lost childhood friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bear family book.  Or whatever it was called. Can't remember the name but it was a family of 4 bears: Papa bear, Mama bear, Sister bear and Brother bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had great fun reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of our time in that stupid shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went shopping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation of today: lots of hair saloons. Lots of people doing hair extensions. Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair extensions is creepy. Sorry those with hair extensions, but it's just really really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, steph was thinking (since the last 3000 years to get another piercing) But her mum didn't allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she asked me if she should pierce, i said ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to 77th street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After piercing, we realised that it was quite obvious... so i tried to do damage control. Her hair may be long and thick, but DAY-AMN, stupid stud was freaking shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope her mum doesn't find out i was the one who told her to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hur hur. Auntie, me nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took 190 to cck, had lots of fun trading family stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went our separate ways at cck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-3601430929308531786?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/3601430929308531786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=3601430929308531786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3601430929308531786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3601430929308531786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-prelims.html' title='AFTER PRELIMS!!!!'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-1968207970295150214</id><published>2008-07-07T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:47:00.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roger Federer lost to Rafael Nadal</title><content type='html'>DARN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a bloody exciting match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, i wished that Federer could have converted at least 3 more of the break points. He definitely would have been in a much more comfortable position then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still the greatest player!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on. He's the most graceful player on court. And gosh, the first time i saw him play, i was totally blown away. Not because he beat his opponent soundly, or that his aces were just about on the same area of the court, but because the way he moves on the court was so graceful and so liquid-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i can't even be bothered to watch badminton ( and i grew up on badminton) because tennis is so much more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might have lost to Nadal on grass ( that really hurt, i could feel the pain even continents and oceans and even when i'm in a totally different time zone), BUT!!!!!!! he'll make a comeback. He didn't retain his No. 1 position just for someone to take it away from him without putting up the best fight in the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the match yesterday was SUPER nerve-wrecking. And that's with me sitting at home on the couch from 9 pm to 4.30 am, watching the match. Can't imagine how he felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were in his shoes, i'd have just rolled over and let Nadal trample all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he was down 2-0!!! And he pushed him to 5 sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Nadal is 4 years younger, looks to much more fit and muscular and powerful than Federer, but he still managed to push him so far!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, i'm disappointed that he lost. ( CRAP) But after a while of being depressed and all, he'll come back again and train like nobody's business. I mean, there's still the US open, the olympics, Tennis masters blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. So nervous. But one must look ahead and learn from past mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT comes from having been in a freaking competitive sports CCA for 6 years. My coaches and teachers were always telling me that. Could never really put it into practice. I mean, it's bloody difficult to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, Federer is not me. He's THE number ONE tennis player for 4 years straight!!! I mean, come on, he's motivation and drive should be so much more than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly speaking, Federer went into the finals of wimbledon as the underdog. I mean, practically everyone was supporting Nadal. Even my mother who finds tennis boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( she supported him because he's young and cuter than Federer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please, how can you compare their looks!! Nadal's just this little boy not matured yet look while Federer has a dignified and elegant look. Nothing against Nadal, he is... above average in terms of looks. And this is tennis!! it's about skill and a little bit of luck. Jeez, i could only stare at her when she said that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... i'm just ranting on about the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, TRUE SUPPORTER OF FEDERER!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-1968207970295150214?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/1968207970295150214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=1968207970295150214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/1968207970295150214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/1968207970295150214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/07/roger-federer-lost-to-rafael-nadal.html' title='Roger Federer lost to Rafael Nadal'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5956767294533502110</id><published>2008-06-13T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:34:40.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Mraz Video</title><content type='html'>0% interest... Live At Tower Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is Jason Mraz??!!! The best singer in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwt6jSqowz0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwt6jSqowz0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/8361993-5956767294533502110?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5956767294533502110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5956767294533502110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5956767294533502110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5956767294533502110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/06/jason-mraz-video.html' title='Jason Mraz Video'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-7512713853240010086</id><published>2008-06-05T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:22:27.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right... ok... now what??!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, so there i was, living out my miserable existance, trying to study for my upcoming A levels ( which i am on my way to failing), when my dad gets a call from my uncle living in m'sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through their chat, i decided to go bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i came out, my dad went " EH!!!! You won the lottery!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, being the nice godly christian that i am, i really had no idea what the heck he was talking about, since i don't go for such stupid things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only weakness is japanese dramas and manga and such things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was, thinking bloody hard about the supposed lottery that i won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my dad goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh, you were the only one out of all of your cousins to get chosen for m'sian national service."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FREAKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALAYSIAN&lt;/strong&gt; national service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last i checked, my malay vocab extended only to 'makan', 'tandas', 'lelaki', 'perembuan' or however you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, despite me being a m'sian, and being highly pissed off when people tell me to go back to m'sia, i was born and bred in Singapore all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELL NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; am i going to serve God knows how long of my life in freaking national service, where i don't freaking know how to speak the national language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I swear, my heart stopped beating for a second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then the next day, we decide to go renounce my msian citizenship, afterall, i am also a singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fates are freaking against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking Msian High Com. wants a letter from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; year not&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; LAST YEAR&lt;/span&gt;, stating that i've gotten my singapore citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoop-de-doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i woke up at 8 that morning, wasted freaking 2 hours of my life, just to be told to go home and try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pang. Bloody. Sai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went and told Steph choy the half indian, winnie tiong the smuf, and most of my classmates and some of my ex-classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of getting sympathy, I got " ARE YOU SERIOUS??!! HAHAHAHAHHAHA" s, " HEY!! now you have to wear the ugly blue uniform!!" s, " I can't imagine you with a gun!! no wait, i can" s, " everyone run!!! when weirong will have a gun when she's pmsing!!" s,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best response was from donica tang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But... seriously... bu..bu...buh... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;. Great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is, all of my cousins, who ALL live in M'sia, are eligible for national service, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of them got chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None. Only me. The lone person, with dual citizenship, living on the other side of the Johor bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i really don't know why, but i get the feeling that i have the worst luck ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-7512713853240010086?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/7512713853240010086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=7512713853240010086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7512713853240010086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7512713853240010086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/06/right-ok-now-what.html' title='Right... ok... now what??!!!'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5272515820432251010</id><published>2008-05-15T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:22:35.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurhurhur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok.. i've got complaints about how my blog hasn't been updated since a million years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So i'm updating now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok. So we've had our badminton season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The girls have been kicked out in the second round. we met China ( JJ) and Singapore (RJ) again. And this time, we weren't as prepared as we were last year, so we lost to jj 4-1 and rj 5-0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But then Rj won JJ 3-2. HAHAHA. For both boys and girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the match was bloody exciting. boiled down to the last singles for both boys and girls to see who'll win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Obviously, Singapore won. YAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So anyway, since i wasn't in the team last year, the only thing i can write in my PQ ( testimonial) is that i've been to the top 8. Which kind of sucks... but oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and today i heard from my junior that Jingkai told her that i've not improved at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Which is true... and i would like him to be careful about the people he actually tells this to... 'cause you know, you can just tell it straight to my face because i do know that... and i don't really bother...that much, that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It kind of got me down for a while that i was the only one who didn't play at all in this competition. but then, i bounced right back 'cause afterall.. i never really wanted to join badminton again in JC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, the hockey girls got to the semi finals!!! still haven't gotten the results from Don about their hockey match against SA today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;NERVOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;As the girls' hockey team manager.. I"M FREAKING NERVOUS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The guys got kicked out... ah well... they did have a good run so ... good job guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;erm... let's see.. OH YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;May is the month of celebrations for my class.. just last friday, we had " be sexually inappropriate towards your friend day" and today was " bring a pillow to work day" which i didn't do, 'cause my bag had no space. BUt i'm bringing it tomorrow!!!!!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And yep, i'd lost of fun being "sexually inappropriate towards my friends" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ianthe said that i was so super fake and i was so totally obvious that i was just playing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So she showed me how the pro does it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hardly one sec. into the demostration, i got goosebumps and ran away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok, so i'm a noob at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so i went to church and told my friends... then Lilian ( newbie) is like this super natural at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;bloody disgusted by what she said.. HAHAHAHAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"show me your red panties" etcetc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;jeez... these are the kind of friends i have... no wonder my brain cells are dying at such a rapid rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;it's a wonder how come i'm still so smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;HURHURHUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;erm... ok... what else what else what else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, my parents went to Japan for about a week. So i'm all alone at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;asked ( jokingly) for the girls badminton team to come to my house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Marg asked if there's booze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Erm... no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah yes, i've just have to rant on something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeez, i hate that freaking girl. Just shut the freak up yah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;OK, i'm done ranting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hope you had fun on my super rushed update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and stop complaining, not cool yah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-5272515820432251010?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5272515820432251010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5272515820432251010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5272515820432251010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5272515820432251010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/05/hurhurhur.html' title='hurhurhur'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-494232048875392741</id><published>2008-04-04T21:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:54.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the top 10% of the cohort for terms exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality finally hit me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot that the school will put up the top 10% list for exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even realise until about 4 today when i saw Xiu Juan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just went " do you know you're in the top 10%??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know what she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i ran to confirm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... but then when i saw the list, the WHOLE bunch of smarty people were on the list. And they're the get super many A's for exams kind of people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's like i just BARELY made it into the list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nevermind... will try better next time!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STRAIGHT A"s PEOPLE!!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK here're the pics from fun-o-rama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stall with mr lim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_YxodjYR8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/o-Q6Dgo78rU/s1600-h/fun+bana.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185386592161253314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_YxodjYR8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/o-Q6Dgo78rU/s320/fun+bana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ianthe, me, don , rox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_YxotjYR9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/No9Rx7PIs1E/s1600-h/fun+me+the+many.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185386596456220626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_YxotjYR9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/No9Rx7PIs1E/s320/fun+me+the+many.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yxo9jYR-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/_-DHOpKg39Y/s1600-h/class.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185386600751187938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yxo9jYR-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/_-DHOpKg39Y/s320/class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Us in class discussing about national ed. thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce, me, cheryl, liah painting at the voiddeck near my house!!! FUNNNNNNNNN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_YxpdjYSAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rbsZcMuAkz4/s1600-h/paint+grp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185386609341122562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_YxpdjYSAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rbsZcMuAkz4/s320/paint+grp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_YxpNjYR_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/tRIyaJEbeic/s1600-h/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185386605046155250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_YxpNjYR_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/tRIyaJEbeic/s320/church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A secret photo taken of me when i was trying to convince Ms Yim and her friends to play our game!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and ianthe in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yv79jYR6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/HaVfc2UDRVw/s1600-h/fun+me+and+ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185384728145446818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yv79jYR6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/HaVfc2UDRVw/s320/fun+me+and+ian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yv8NjYR7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/9kPCOS2Kx1M/s1600-h/fun+stall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185384732440414130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yv8NjYR7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/9kPCOS2Kx1M/s320/fun+stall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our Beautiful game stall!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Painting at my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yy39jYSBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AF1WP7UiUTY/s1600-h/standing.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185387957960853522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yy39jYSBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AF1WP7UiUTY/s320/standing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOsh and Mr potatoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yy39jYSCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KOBCiqxcGzY/s1600-h/josh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185387957960853538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yy39jYSCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KOBCiqxcGzY/s320/josh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yy4NjYSDI/AAAAAAAAANA/BomvYi5kDC4/s1600-h/josh+idiot.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;having dinner after painting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yy4NjYSEI/AAAAAAAAANI/X67DIMroxR0/s1600-h/dinner+paint.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185387962255820866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yy4NjYSEI/AAAAAAAAANI/X67DIMroxR0/s320/dinner+paint.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR DINNER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yy4djYSFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5R_FeUNT0y8/s1600-h/dinner!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185387966550788178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yy4djYSFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5R_FeUNT0y8/s320/dinner!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Y0btjYSGI/AAAAAAAAANY/l9uQfFWE0JE/s1600-h/josh+idiot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185389671652804706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Y0btjYSGI/AAAAAAAAANY/l9uQfFWE0JE/s320/josh+idiot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crazy Josh got infected by the paint fumes :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me, don, ianthe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yv7tjYR4I/AAAAAAAAALo/vMNchyFul60/s1600-h/fun+me+don+ianthe.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185384723850479490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yv7tjYR4I/AAAAAAAAALo/vMNchyFul60/s320/fun+me+don+ianthe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yv79jYR5I/AAAAAAAAALw/foNM3KJcNXU/s1600-h/fun+me+the+all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185384728145446802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_Yv79jYR5I/AAAAAAAAALw/foNM3KJcNXU/s320/fun+me+the+all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cool people are in da house yo...&lt;br /&gt;don, me, ianthe, rox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-494232048875392741?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/494232048875392741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=494232048875392741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/494232048875392741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/494232048875392741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R_YxodjYR8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/o-Q6Dgo78rU/s72-c/fun+bana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-8451180628659392509</id><published>2008-03-29T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:53:56.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funorama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNORAMA IS SO FREAKING TIRING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really was very fun you know.. haha... met SO many old friends and classmates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WEITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Caining, Wei Jian, Si min, Wei Qin, Yong Sheng, Levon, Jiahui, Junjie, Si yuan and so many other people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, even met new friends from Heart of God church!! Jerrold ( at least that's how i think you spell his name :D), Guo Pin, Guan Zhong and Gary ( even though i invited him... he still counts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, i'm going to get a nightmare and start muttering the stupid speech i've been repeating to promote our games stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me really perky and high and really really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hi! Would you like to play our game! It's really fun and it's only 4 buck per person. All you have to do is to stand in the machine and grab money. Just grab as much as you can within the time limit of 30 s. We've really good prices. We've vouchers from topshop, new urban male and swensens and our top prize is a electric keyboard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's part one. if they're more interested, here's the second part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want, you can even more than one person going in. Even though we'll still charge 4 dollars per person, it's much more worth it to get your friends to play with you because of our scoring system. We'll be able to combine the total value you get and you stand a higher chance of getting a better price."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they're more or less convinced, this clinches it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" it's really really really fun! My entire class kept playing with the machine when it first arrived yesterday! Even though you look stupid trying to catch the paper money, it's still really really fun! just grab your friend to come in with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me saying that really really enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaky, 'cause i'd to say that for 6 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll explain the rules to those in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You can only grab the money with your hands, You cannot put them in your bag, shirt, skirt, pants or pockets. You can't grab the money on the floor or stuck to the ceiling and sides of the machine. Only grab them when they're flying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m going to repeat that in my sleep... i swear man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. But it's a shame la, 'cause i left early to go to church. Would have liked to stay longer... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;BUT CHURCH CALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... i LOVE CHURCH MAN!! I love the people there, i love the music, i love my leaders, i love the atmospher, i love the pastors and most of all, i love the fact that it's where i feel the presence of God most strongly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i was so freaking tired from standing for 6 hours straight. But when praise and worship started, i just SANG my lungs out. Even though my throat hurt like shit, I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST DIDN"T CARE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha believe that God won't let my voice die when i'm praising him!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, May and i just went nuts after service. We went to go eat with Josh, Guo Pin, Guan zhong, Zhi Xiang, and the people from D something... most of them were one year younger??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i met this guy called Ranford...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.. i forgot how he looks like already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i remet this girl called cheryl... and i just forgot her face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I've really bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met carlos, nicholas... valerie... and this girl who called me OLD!!! she's just ONE year YOUNGER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE CALLED ME OLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Omg... END of friendship!! END!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. but it was really fun. We had this picnic under the stars and grace, may and I were doing the boyband thing, the rest of the people were just talking and joking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. love those people :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANFORD!! Omg.. that guy. Purposely go against me ah that guy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... but pretty cute la those guys :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can really laugh and joke around with those people :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... i miss church... if only i could go back tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* i hope my parents really go Japan soon!!!! then i can stay in church for as long as i can and just really really have fellowship with the church peeps. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i can really really feel like i'm truly part of HOG. "cause right now, i still feel like i'm abit of an outsider... because i don't really understand what they're really saying sometimes or what they are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today's sermon really touched my heart. Pastor How said that we have to ATTACK our problem and remove the stone wall blocking our hearts from growing closer to God ( that's how i interpreted it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really hit me. I've to stop running away, i've to face my problems in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it! God's with me and His strength is forever there for us to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE GOD!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he's such an amazing figure in my life :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-8451180628659392509?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/8451180628659392509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=8451180628659392509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8451180628659392509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8451180628659392509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/03/funorama.html' title='funorama'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-541641500404392303</id><published>2008-03-28T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:27:34.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You seriously hurt me with the words you say. I'm sorry i hurt you so bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm really sorry for what i did to you. You might say it isn't my fault, but no matter what it sounds like i made you feel like no one cares for you and that me, of all people who should have known better, don't care for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you told me to stop trying, that if i freaking cared for you, i'll just stop trying, my heart just dropped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you expect me to stop? Especially after knowing you for 5 years. Through the first 4 years, we've crapped with each other, joked around, insulted each other, talked about life choices and serious decisions. Granted, the last year we only talked once in a few months, but i really still regard you as a good friend, a reliable one that i can turn to for advice ( though sometimes your advice just wouldn't work at all). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turns out... it's only one way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so stupid for not even taking the hint you so blatantly put out at the end of last year, when we were talking about our definition of friendship. I just thought you were joking when you told me that your expectations for a friend were too high and that i won't be able to meet them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here i was, thinking that we could open up to each other, and that i was highly attune to people's feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then when you told me i wasn't your friend... it just really hit me. Finally i take what you're saying seriously, but apparently it's too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'These things take weeks to build up, not days" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't only talk to you when i'm bored. The reason why i contact you once ever few months is because i expect you to tell me when something major happens in your life, or when you found something really interesting or whatever that you really needed to tell someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when i contact you, it's really me just checking how you're doing, are you ok in school and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when i found out only yesterday that you dropped out of school for 3 months already and that you're going to poly to do some course you have no prior knowledge about, i was shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why didn't you tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turns out, you just want to cut everyone from your life. You don't want to try to be friends with people anymore. You're tired of trying, you're tired of me getting your hopes up high and then smashing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those words you said really hurt me. When you didn't want to talk to me, i felt so lost. I didn't even know what to do. When i called you, you just told me you were expecting another call " do we have to do this now?" and you hung up on me when i said ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And later when you called me and told me that you left the house to get away from me, yet i managed to track you down, i couldn't help but just cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no matter what you said, it really is my fault. I thought myself as your friend... but i didn't do my part as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you told me to stop trying, that i'll never meet your expectations of a friend cause it was too high, that if i really cared for you i'll stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you expect me to stop?! How do you expect me to easily throw 5 years of friendship away so easily?! Just because you asked me to??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you freaking kidding me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then when you said 'i'm sorry' and hung up on me.. i just felt worse and i just sat on my bed crying and thinking over what you said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only when i heard your voice on the phone, did i suddenly miss you so much and miss talking to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sorry i wasn't good enough a friend to you and for hurting you like that. I"m so sorry for putting you through all that hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll try my best to meet up to your expectations...just don't cut me out of your life alright? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-541641500404392303?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/541641500404392303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=541641500404392303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/541641500404392303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/541641500404392303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-seriously-hurt-me-with-words-you.html' title='You seriously hurt me with the words you say. I&apos;m sorry i hurt you so bad.'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-448166384162140638</id><published>2008-03-26T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:51:10.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends and family... Prince of Tennis has ended it's run. Ryoma won the last match and flew off to America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished reading the last chapter. Suddenly this sense of loss just overcame me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i started crying ( i'm not that crazy over prince of tennis anymore), but it's something that i've been following for the last 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same with hana yori dango 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with Lord of the Rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, there are still more shows to catch, more mangas to finish, more animes to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest chapter of bleach ended with a cliff hanger. Once again, my beloved Hitsugaya has appeared. I've missed him the past 20 plusplus chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto's getting highly boring... but i'm just going to read it for the sake of finding out the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, i've finally gotten my full results for terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- geog, B- lit, E- math, B- econs (h1), B- GP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's the end of the terms period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, training's still quite slack. Not that i'm complaining :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fun-o-rama's this Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come friends and family, this is a once in a lifetime thing ( not really since it's biannual but whatever yah?) Come to 2AA4's booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come visit my class' games booth. You get to catch money ( monopoly money of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might even win an ipod shuffle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to tell you guys the saddest news ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, the hope of my parents ever leaving for Japan has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, they've prepared to go to Japan 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 times, the trip has been cancelled due to the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; JAPENESE&lt;/span&gt; company, which &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOESN"T&lt;/span&gt; have&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ANY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; SENSE&lt;/span&gt; at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have to purposely test the damn machine only the day before my dad's flight is scheduled to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or they have the machine up and running and they go stupidly try to improve it, thus, having the trip cancelled once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each of the 3 times, i've had to go through my mum's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" are you sure you'll be ok living on your own at night??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" will you be ok??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" go stay at someone's house la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" are you sure you'll be ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" sms every morning, every afternoon, everytime you reach home from school or what not, every night, everytime you're eating, every time you're in the toilet shitting.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I"m very worried for you when you're alone, are you&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you'll be ok here alone??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... yah... totally. My answer hasn't, won't and will never change, for the last millionth time you've asked me that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing is, they're leaving at the end of April or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll have to go through the whole process all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that trip cancels again, i'm going to personally call up that company, and chew out the president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-448166384162140638?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/448166384162140638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=448166384162140638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/448166384162140638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/448166384162140638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-ended.html' title='it&apos;s ended'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-8012724582163826652</id><published>2008-03-23T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:34:12.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends and family! i've finally gotten a phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! Yours truly FINALLY has gotten her very own handphone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and i've also done pretty ok for terms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBE. haven't gotten back lit yet... so not sure about the grade for it! but i think i'll pass lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. all my Bs are for h1 subs... and the E's forMATH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i passed math though :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er... OH YA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously love my church! Heart of GOd is the COOLEST church in the entire world :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met SO MANY old friends there. and i met so many new ones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;CERTAIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;person.... who keeps &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;BUGGING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;me about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;BEING A NERD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ANOTHER ONE!!!&lt;/span&gt; who keeps &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;CALLING ME BLOND&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU ALSO KNOW WHO YOU ARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these NICE people i've met.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously la... the people i've met there are pretty cool... though &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SUPER DOOPER LAME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh... i seriously can just freeze when they all start telling jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go back to church man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And there's ACJC FUND-o-rama next sat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME PEOPLE!!! COME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be super fun! and come to my class' game stall!! SUPER FUN TO CATCH MONEY YAH??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-8012724582163826652?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/8012724582163826652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=8012724582163826652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8012724582163826652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8012724582163826652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-me.html' title='NEW ME!!'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-2587499935447154211</id><published>2008-02-17T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:22:02.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alerted by May to come check out my own tagboard 'cause this person by the alias of " a passerby" posted really touching comments and advice on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here i am to thank whoever you are :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You helped me remember what exactly being a Christian is and how wonderful our God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-2587499935447154211?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/2587499935447154211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=2587499935447154211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2587499935447154211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2587499935447154211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/02/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-8882936939990842594</id><published>2008-01-29T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:44:01.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed</title><content type='html'>ok... so today i'm just feeling left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, heck lot of ppl in my class are ogls, including my close friend. So they usually talk about all of their ogs and all that stuff.. and i'll be at the side listening and wondering what the heck are they talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help feeling left out yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes, because of that i just feel like maybe i should have just been an ogl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's not just the ogl thing... i know it's dumb but now my class is doing polariods to raise funds. So my class will go take polariods but then i wouldn't know... so a whole bunch of girls will go take and i'll just find out after they've taken everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like they purposely leave me out. I just happen to not be there... but 'cause i've been... down every since last year when a heck lot of problems cropped up both in school and at home... i've been uber sensitive to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so... strange to many, but i've been feeling rather inferior to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yah... kind of neglected?? 'cause yah... haha.. this is a long time ago, but i just felt kind of sad that i didn't have the best birthday ever. And my class is great... they wished me happy birthday, but cause i expected so much more from them... 'cause my family was a total failure at giving me a great birthday, i just felt let down by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's just me being sensitive and all... and reading too much into things. But, everything is just weighing down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, today i met this guy... whom ok... might be a nice guy for all i know. But then, nice guys don't go insulting people they've only met for 1 min. Even less. Well.. i didn't do anything to him yah... nor did i say anything to him. He just went on bitching abt m'sians and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, ok maybe he didn't mean it... i really have no idea, but i've met so many people who've said so many hurtful things to me about my nationality that this guy's words shouldn't have hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i just felt like crying when he just ... made fun/ mocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's leftover pms/ hormonal imbalance, whatever, but honestly, i just felt like slapping the guy and walking out of the lecture theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was THAT affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is dumb... 'cause i've never felt so down before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i've just sort of felt numb to everything... since i entered JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everything i can stand, tolerate... then all of a sudden, everything just crashed down on me late last year, before promos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress and shit just poured over my head like some freaking storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the storm is getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've looked to God to help me... but strangely i just feel numb... i want to grow closer to God... but something's just blocking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems at home, problems with my friends, stress from studies and cca... everything is piling up. And the thing is, i don't tell many people about my problems and nobody knows the full extent of how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that whoever reads this will just say 'so emo...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh... but well... yeah.... that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing it out doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still dreading school... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please help me. Haha... sound like some retarded drama queen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. honestly, i feel like someone needs to just make me cry... hopefully that'll help me release some stress...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-8882936939990842594?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/8882936939990842594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=8882936939990842594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8882936939990842594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8882936939990842594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/01/depressed.html' title='depressed'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-213614662185971944</id><published>2008-01-27T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:40:49.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me against China</title><content type='html'>Well, at least that used to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Lin Dan's match against some Korean guy in the Korean competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Korean linesman just went and called a crucial point out. when it was in, against Lin Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in my entire life, I've sided China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Lin Dan went and got himself a yellow card. (yes! there are yellow and red cards in badminton!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to prove strong suspicions that the Korean officials weren't being honest, they didn't show a reply of the shot. Usually they do, for those who don't know what the big fuss is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Poor Lin Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of underdogs winning, Maria Sharapova went and won Justine Henin in straight sets in the Australian Open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did Novak Djokovic against Roger Federer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jo-Wilfried Tsonga won Rafael Nadal as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.... a week of underdogs winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind all of them, except for Federer's match. Seriously, he was seriously off form. Even me, a super noobie of tennis, could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy.. but at least he still retains his No. 1 position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO FEDERER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-213614662185971944?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/213614662185971944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=213614662185971944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/213614662185971944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/213614662185971944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-against-china.html' title='Me against China'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-3839752439016355036</id><published>2008-01-20T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:30:01.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... i'm having a pretty sucky 18th birthday. First of all, this morning i had tuition. Yah... who has tuition on their birthday right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, 'cause of this big argument in which my 'parents' scolded me and yelled at me for buying story books on friday, they're refusing to wish me happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i told my 'mother' that all these years i felt that she's been abusing me ( emotionally), she's holding this big grudge against me. So, she's purposely making my birthday horrible. For example, when Kwanling called ( thanks kwan for the call :D) we were talking. and i was ( finally) feeling as though this is a special day, when my mother shouted at me that it's enough talking on the phone. Ok, fine. Then matilda called ( THANKS!). Then my brother came back from church and wished me happy birthday( THANKKKKKKKKSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!) So we were 'arguing' about whether or not i wished him happy birthday last year ( which i did o.O i called from m'sia) when my 'mother' told me to shut up because she was sick of my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Needless to say, i was shocked and hurt to hear that. So i cried damn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tell me. Who cries on their birthdays??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose 'mother' gives them crap on their birthdays and makes them feel like shit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when i tell her that she's been abusing me emotionally all these years, she told me to shut up and stop lying. Ok, that was an exaggeration, the abusing part la. She just took out her anger on other people on me and occasionally told me she was going to kill me. And she's the one who twists everything to suit her purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my 'father'. So she'll go to him and start blabbing away on whatever supposed wrong i've done or said ( most of the time is highly exaggerated), and he'll believe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, obviously, to counter that, i've to explain myself right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i did. In the end, on the friday of the BIG confrontation, my 'father' told me to shut up. that i was talking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. it's a long story but in short, i told them how i felt about the way they didn't allow me to explain myself, and that they keep twisting my words to suit their purpose, which is to make me look sneaky and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reply, they told me to shut up and that they're a thousand times smarter than i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the next point. My parents were asking me about my results slip on friday, which i didn't show them. cause, obviously, i didn't want them to scold me and harp on my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, they already knew that i had my results slips at home. I just didn't show them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they knew because my sister went through my stuff. In the 1 week she was here, she ransacked my things. And then she tattled to them. On the day before she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i know?? My brother was in the same car, on the same day when she told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told them" oh yah, i found weirong's results slips in her cardboard today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my brother told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the saturday( yesterday) i found out my sister had been the lying, manupilative sneak that my brother's been trying to pound into my head ( unfornately, it's a little too late for me to realise it), i went to pass them the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they even said that on friday that i was such a liar and a sneak that all the results i've been telling them were lies. and that i'd probably failed everything last year for all of my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when i told them why i passed them the slips, they said NO!! Weili ( my sister) didn't say anything of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So either my parents are lying or my brother is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, i can't figure out why my brother would want to lie about that. He's not a sadist like my sister, who by the way, all those years she was still studying in S'pore she enjoyed getting my brother and me into trouble with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Obviously they are the ones who are lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. All in all, i'm having a rather crappy birthday. And i have a headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, i'll have a post birthday entry... so... hopefully it'll sound alot better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-3839752439016355036?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/3839752439016355036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=3839752439016355036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3839752439016355036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3839752439016355036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-7978484838233385509</id><published>2008-01-02T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:55.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geog. Holiday assignment on mass movements</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; 2006, houses at Hillview Gardens experienced a landslide that damaged 3 houses, a road and 2 cars that was brought on by a series of storms that caused the 50m slope to become so water-logged that it collasped. The sudden series of storms cause the soil to become saturated, thus the excess weight caused the slope to turn unstable and thus collapse, creating a landslide. Moreover, these houses were built at the foot of a slope, which implies that the support for the slope was removed to create a level space for the houses to be built on. Even though the slope has already been tampered by construction to improve the stability of the slope, it is still possible to see that what had taken place might have been a slump instead of a slide. The amount of debris that this mass movement has created in the form of broken tree branches and loosened soil has resulted in a road being blocked, affecting even more families. Picture three shows lorries removing branches and soil from the affected site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;picture one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150862612541029330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R3uKQXNZO9I/AAAAAAAAALM/kcKNsjfSXes/s320/slope.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The steepness of the slope can be seen in picture one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150858132890139538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R3uGLnNZO5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/c5eMEzZv_eo/s320/hillview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Picture two shows lorries removing the loosened soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150858154364976066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R3uGM3NZO8I/AAAAAAAAALE/O0oRYP7pBKg/s320/takingawaytrees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In order to prevent further landslides especially during that rainy period of time, contractors were hired to redirect the flow of the rain and large sheets of canvas were put in place. These canvas, as seen in picture 4, helped to protect the stability of the soil by sheltering it from the pounding effect of the rain drops and also to prevent the soil from becoming water-logged and triggering another landslide. The canvas was thus put over only the exposed soil, which were most vulnerable and more likely become unstable again and cause another landslide. Picture 5 shows a playground in that area that was also affected by the landslide. It also shows that the bare soil was covered by large sheets of canvas. Picture 6 is a close up view of the playground that was affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Picture 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R3uGMHNZO6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZRohlME5AcI/s1600-h/hillview+with+blank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150858141480074146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R3uGMHNZO6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZRohlME5AcI/s320/hillview+with+blank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Picture 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R3uGMXNZO7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/nb9MWnEo1Ko/s1600-h/park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150858145775041458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R3uGMXNZO7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/nb9MWnEo1Ko/s320/park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Picture 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150868861718445026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R3uP8HNZO-I/AAAAAAAAALU/tGJJFUZSjPA/s320/new+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Other measures were also taken to prevent future landslides from occuring. From an article by Tracy Sua in The Straits Times on 22nd December 2007, National Parks Board "lowered the gradient of the hill and strengthened it with steel bars called soil nails". It has increased the angle of repose by decreasing the slope angle and by reinforcing it with soil nails, the stability of the slope is increased once again. The creation of a new retaining wall will offer some protection to the houses if a landslide should occur again. Thus, preventive measures have been put in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;However, damages to the houses affected by the landslide have still not been repaired due to insurance claims and repairs have been delayed by heavy rainfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the other people who have read this entry besides my geography teachers, this is a homework assignment. I hope you had fun reading it. HAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2027643400100146863VKTRWa?vhost=family"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2472356410100146863xfcPYZ?vhost=family"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2989765020100146863zkwMpq?vhost=family"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-7978484838233385509?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/7978484838233385509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=7978484838233385509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7978484838233385509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7978484838233385509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/01/geog-holiday-assignment-on-mass.html' title='Geog. Holiday assignment on mass movements'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R3uKQXNZO9I/AAAAAAAAALM/kcKNsjfSXes/s72-c/slope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5994324989017410633</id><published>2008-01-01T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:25:59.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my rich sister</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me just wish you Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't noticed the lack of enthusiasm in my greeting, it's because i hate new years. it means ( usuallly) an entire new year of tests and exams and blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I hate new years. But i do love CNY. Hong bao, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i love my rich sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Converting her money from pounds to s'pore dollars, she's saved about 20000 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she arrived in s'pore today at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she bought me a present, forchristmas and my birthday, which incase you didn't realise, is on the 20th of jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's an mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting an mp3 since a million years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought my brother a CK cologne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum some face cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad... well... she bought him beer and his kit-kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which... actually, is quite cheap compared to what she bought for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i said i love my rich sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my brother to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll get a rich brother too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-5994324989017410633?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5994324989017410633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5994324989017410633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5994324989017410633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5994324989017410633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-my-rich-sister.html' title='I love my rich sister'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-1526965414091427190</id><published>2007-12-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:28:10.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;HAHA. this ad is damn funny. WATCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eH3GH7Pn_eA&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x402061&amp;amp;color2=" border="0" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-1526965414091427190?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/1526965414091427190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=1526965414091427190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/1526965414091427190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/1526965414091427190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/12/expensive-ad.html' title='Expensive ad'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-3220754523094906809</id><published>2007-12-20T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:40:47.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. ok everyone has been asking me if i'm ok when they read my previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, i'm fine now. Thanks for your concern. :D Highly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guys, that was dated dec 11 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yah... i'm fine lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically this entry is just to reassure everyone that i'm fine now. So... yup. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My birthday's next month 20th jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m a BIG girl now. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-3220754523094906809?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/3220754523094906809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=3220754523094906809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3220754523094906809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3220754523094906809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-fine.html' title='I&apos;m fine!'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-7180134274563174125</id><published>2007-12-11T14:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:15:17.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really not fair</title><content type='html'>I really don't get my parents. Or maybe it's just, i can't accept what i am to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When my brother and sister aren't here, i'm their child. So they treat me... relatively well. Well.... as well as can be, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But when either one of them appears, i'm just shanted to the side, like i'm less important. i mean, ok they study overseas. Or in my sister's case, she's working overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My mother does EVERYTHING for my brother. Like seriously. Even without my brother asking, she makes pizza for him, or whatever he likes to eat. No matter whether he's there helping to cook or to help out or whatsoever ( most likely he's sleeping), she just makes what he wants to eat. When i complain that she doesn't do the same for me, she says aiyah i can make your favourite food anytime la, your brother's here only twice a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But she never does. Even if she does, she'll start the whole thing by scolding me, and lecturing me for being lazy and treating her like a maid, expecting her to cook for me while i'm sleeping, reading, watching tv ( fill in the blanks yourself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And because my brother and my sister don't... particularly care about her... or rather, she has alot to make up to them for, she makes me the scapegoat of whatever scheming plan she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Take for example, she told me that if my sister whacks me, she'll stand by my sister's decision. And it's not like she knows my sister's character ( sadistic. Don't try and deny it if you;re reading this weili)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And my father wanted to give me a wireless mouse, she just said no la... give to jianyang ( my brother). Not because he's been such a good kid or whatever. It's because she's afraid that my brother would think that my father doesn't love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So right. Sacrifice whatever that's in my interest, or benefits me for your own benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ok. Right. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But that doesn't mean i'm not disappointed in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I mean, my family situation isn't the best. So i've been actively helping her to get through all her troubles. And i really mean helping her. Even before, during my promos, i've spent time talking to her, trying to be a listening ear for her to pour out all of her troubles to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm not doing it for any other reason that than she's my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But she's just abandoning me to the side, while she goes and sucks up to my brother and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When her troubles escalate, or whenever she needs me, she comes to me immediately. And it's not like she asks. She just comes up to me, be it if i'm studying, sleeping or whatever, She just comes up and disturbs me. And i don't say a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I listen, i try to give her the best advice... or just a shoulder to cry on or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And this morning, i wanted to help her with the new handphone, she just whacked my hand aside. And i was brushing my teeth. So, she missed my hand, and hit my toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Since i'm typing this, obviously the toothbrush didn't kill. But it nearly did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And it hurt. So obviously i went ow. So i waited for a few seconds for her to apologise or whatever, she just went on fiddling with her handphone as if nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And when i woke up at 10, and i came downstairs, she just started yelling at me. As usual, she was taking out her anger and frustration on me. But i take it, i tolerate it and i don't say a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But when she whacked me when i was trying to help, that was the last straw. Seriously THE LAST STRAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She can forget about coming to me for help. 17 years of her taking out her frustrations and anger and me, 17 years of coming to me for help and abandoning me whenever it suits her, 17 years of being trashed by her, 17 years of her stupid biasness and her threats of killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not to mention, i can't trust my parents words. Take for example, the most recent one. Yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My father bought a new handphone. And when he came back, he said, this phone is for you. Meaning me. So i was pleasantly surprised and of course, happy beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then like half an hour later, he's showing my mother how to use the handphone... so i listen for a few minutes, getting more confused as time passed. So i finally burst out, precisely, who is this phone meant for? And my mother told me, it's for my father but he's letting her use it temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Of course, my father didn't look at me. So i asked him, so.... his present phone is for who?? He said for my brother, and when my brother goes back to Australia, it's mine. So of course i asked if he was going to continue his plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He said yes. Now, tell me, what makes him remotely THINK that i'll actually believe him? But of course, i have to give him a benefit of a doubt. But no matter, he'll find some way of disappointing me as the both of them have for my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So i thought of an alternative scenerio where i do have a phone. So i'm thinking... ok. Right, my brother leaves singapore in feb next year. But he'll have the phone. So when he leaves, i get the phone. So.... i get to use it.  Until my brother comes back in june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Make no mistake, my brother is a nice person... to a certain extent. When he comes back, he'll definitely bug and throw his temper for a phone. Needlessly to say, i bet my parents will take the phone from me and give it to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ok. And i've even thought of the reasons they'll give me! One: My prelims are coming so i don't need the phone to 1) distract me 2) go out. Two: my brother needs it more than i do, regardless of whether they have passed the phone to me, not to him or not. Three: it's their decision and they bought the phone for me, so they have the sole rights of deciding who should have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm not a spoiled brat. I'm not pissed with them because of these 2 sole events. For years, such things have happened to me. They make promises, they give their word and they break it whenever it suits them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My mother gave me a nike bag once for my 12th birthday. One week later, she said give it to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When i was 6 or maybe younger, i asked them to buy me popcorn to eat. They promised. When they came back, they said no more popcorn. I really think that lie is bloody lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When i was in primary 1. I asked my mother to make banana split for me. She said sure. Up till now, she hasn't made one for me yet. I reminded her everday for the 2 weeks after she agreed. Then i stopped. My reminder came once in 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then i gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I made my mother oreo milkshake last year. Because i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She was there throughout the entire procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  NOt to give me encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She was criticising me, every little move i made. She insulted me. She said " aiyah, you sure you're doing it right? AIYO! put so little milk!! Eeeyer, why look so disgusting? Don't spoil the machine la! AIYO! See la! Spill the milk already la! You better clean the place up ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But the best is that she refused to drink it, even knowing that i made it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So.... tell me oh dear people who actually bother reading. Why the fuck should i even bother with them any more? Why should i believe them??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-7180134274563174125?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/7180134274563174125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=7180134274563174125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7180134274563174125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7180134274563174125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-really-not-fair.html' title='It&apos;s really not fair'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-4622378982737400686</id><published>2007-11-20T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:20:53.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is bloody cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i swear, the weather in Singapore is bloody freaky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One hour it's damn hot, the next, it's pouring and the freaking wind keeps blowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I"m pretty sure the weather hates me too. When i want it to be cool, it's freaking hot. Hot as in sun beating down on me, the just step out into the sun for 1 sec and i start sweating kind of hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When i want it to be warm, it has to freaking turn into a -100 degree cel. winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what is WRONG?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today started out fine, if not a little humid. A nice sunny day. Then it started pouring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of a sudden, out of the bright blue sky, the freaking rain pours like some kind of freak is pouring buckets of water fromt he sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then it continues raining... or rather storming.... for an hour or so.. in the BRIGHT AND SUNNY day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it made the day a little cooler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then it starts raining in the afternoon again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i like rain, and it's getting cooler. So, opposed to melting, i'm solidifying. Not that i'm against it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But NOW. At NIGHT. It has to bloody rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it just so happens that my room has a window that faces the back garden of my house. and my Fan is right in front of it, at speed 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So cold air, plus COLD FAST AIR blowing right at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm freaking freezing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i'm too lazy to move the fan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANd i can't turn it to speed 1 cause it'll just make the fan spin with a damn loud noise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So i'm stuck with the freaking COLD air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i can't turn it off 'cause if i do, my room becomes stuffy and warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i'd rather be cold and freezing than hot and melting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And to make matters worse, i've new pimples on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAH LAO EH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gimme a break la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't usually complain about my pimples, since it's in my genes and all and it just proves my overflowing mass of brains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the sheer number of them on my face is getting ridiculous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm counting them by the TENS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clean and clear acne speed clearing gel doesn't work on my kind of acne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO pimple cream works on them. Believe me, i've tried a million types. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NONE of them work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i tell you, my pimples are freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They're like germs. They ADAPT to SURVIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when i change to a new cream, they DIE. then after a few days, they COME BACK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MASSES of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ON. MY. FACE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i HATE pimples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-4622378982737400686?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/4622378982737400686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=4622378982737400686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/4622378982737400686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/4622378982737400686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-is-bloody-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-6494091769851772317</id><published>2007-11-01T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:49:21.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween partttteeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEYHEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, halloween was yesterday and my class celebrated it... at Joy's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNFUNFUNFUNFUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, after taboo, i just got really bored. All my energy totally wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to watch a show. Since it was halloween, i wanted to watch Emily Rose. But as usual, the whole world did not want to watch it. they wanted to watch just my luck or music and lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the end, we decided to watch halloween: spongebob edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all just sang along to the theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA. That was super funny. Then it got boring and we changed to poseidon, music and lyrics etc etc. and it ws so boring that Joy's brother, don, me started to play with the com's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took so many pictures. haha. super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wah lao, the brother camwhores like nobody's business la. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then some of my classmates went drinking. and one of the got so drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally spoiled the mood la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was quite retarded and very irresponsible. Coming from me, that's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, anyway, me, gina, sangee, prilaa, joyce went to liah's house for sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lao, i tell you, i never want to watch a show with them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they took like a million years picking movies. and the movies that they picked were so retarded and boring. Cinderella 2.... i mean. what the bong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. so i fell asleep. and they went to for midnight soup WITHOUT ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we watched what....i not stupid 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we have afew questions to ask Shawn lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ah, your character always get the best ending and the other guy always gets the sad ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the other questions. When i remember then i blog abt it again, yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i slept, liah wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she freaking STOLE my pillow. and pushed me off my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i fell asleep with sangee and gina beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i woke up with gina facing my butt. She sleep until she move down until my BUTT la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so uncomfortable icoulnd't go back to sleep and just stayed awake from 7.30 onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lao, i'm damn tired now la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to sleep now sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-6494091769851772317?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/6494091769851772317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=6494091769851772317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6494091769851772317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6494091769851772317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-partttteeeeeee.html' title='Halloween partttteeeeeee'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-8845269253410911850</id><published>2007-10-26T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:56:29.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AW MAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's the last day of school!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;though i'm happy i promoted... i'm still sad... cause a whole year has passed. I can still remmebr all the stupid things and zhong, don, me, hokes and cephas did in the first 3 months. First, i met Donica.. we were sitting together in our base class. I had no one to talk to... i guess, neither did she. So we formed a bond.. that became really strong. If not for don, i would have found school boring, tedious and i would have TOTALLY hated school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But she ( and the other people i mentioned) made school fun to go to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember don's stupid comments like " flow your sleeves", " i hear lightning and see thunder"... i remember me shaking hokes' bottle of pepsi.. and don being dumb by just opening it immediately after seeing me shake it so vigorously. Needless to say, the pepsi sprayed ALL OVER THE DAMN TABLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA. the good times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then i remember the shock and the sadness when i learnt that don and i were pushed from 1AA3 to 1AA4. I missed EVERYONE from 1aa3 like crazy, still do. The first week after 1st 3 months, don and i just kept hanging out with our old class... abandoning our new classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then i remember the first time i met my class. I walked into a base class, so near my old one. There, i met Mr Lancelot Lim and dewei and rox, then the class reps. Then i was treated to a LONG BORING talk by Mr lim. I hated my class then.. i desperately wanted to change class.. so much so that i wanted to change my combination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i didn't. During one of the breaks in the first week, when don and i felt we had to at least bond a little with our new class, i played bridge with Sangee, prillaa and dunno who else. Back then, i didn't know their names. But there were 5 mgs girls... one of them Gina, who i met last year through my brother. I was damn happy to meet sangee... she had a voice that was deeper than mine. Now i can go around telling people that i don't have a deep voice for a girl.. there's still sangee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then i got to know weisheng, joyce and cheryl ( again) . We formed the 2nd largest group, from RV, in our class. Weisheng and I, though we hate each other's guts frequently, we were still a group... due to donica's brilliant friendship making skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, i got to know Sangee, Gerdine, Cheryl, Charisse and Su yee and we formed the mother tongue group. We spent all of our free breaks together, laughing, eating, making fun of Sangee and Cheryl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i still remember Sangee and Cheryl wanting to form a band. They made me sit through countless, and might i add, torturous, sessions of their miming and singing with N'sync, BSB A1 etc etc. Then they recruited Prillaa, Gina and Jia Lin. And so most of my class spent our friday free periods before PW lecture at the bleachers, singing. Soon, me, don, dewei, rox, clara were singing along with them. We even wanted to create an acapello group, which sadly was abandoned due to neglect of the band. I still remmeber us singing some song at the bleachers and everyone there staring at us. Some of us did the bg beat, some kept rhythm, some sang the words, some did the accompanyment, some harmonised. People were staring at us but we didn't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember Jia Lin and Sangee at the void deck dancing and singing along to Sean Paul's Temperature, Rihanna's Umbrella.... and ianthe and I taping them and laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remmeber h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aliliah and her stupid songs. Her dumb jokes and her stupid e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xpressions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember Rox as our student coun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cil. the ever busy girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember Zhong and i always talking and laughing... discussing our lives... i remmeber making him my 'gor'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember Yanling as my ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember muriel as the mgs girl who i love to tease :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember natalia or nutella, lih yuan, eunice and li shaan as the 4 prettiest and tallest girls in aa3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember Ianthe, clara and I making braids in Sangee's hair... and she looked like calypso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Terms was stressful.. my entire class mugging together, studying hard... whooping with joy after the exams. I remember us talking, worrying about our results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then came our promos. All of us started to mug really hard... Cheryl cried because she was so stressed and all of us girls comforting her. OGL forms came out... most of us went to apply... not all of us went for the interview. I remember our goal to become an ogl class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then as promos neared, we forgot about socialising. We concentrated on mugging. We all wanted to promote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, promos ended, and i remember the funniest thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don, joyce and i went to acjc library and started watching movies. We were supposed to meet the rest of the girls at orchad. But we decided not to... cause they were watching nanny dairys and i didnt' want to. Instead i wanted to finish watching my show. Don didn't want to go either, then joyce didn't want to go alone. So we 3 stayed in the library and watched movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AC games was fun. We really bonded then. Sam W. was our head cheerleader. We got thrashed by SA7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the results came. And we'll be seeing almost everyone in 2AA4 next year. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PW then began to eat up all of my time. Tensions rose within my group. But we stuck together. We are working hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now... it's the end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think back on all the things i've done this year... mugging, training, laughing, making new friends, going through up and downs in life... bitching about people ( haha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm going to miss those carefree days... from now on, i'll have to prepare for A levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to miss the months and the time i spent with all of my friends this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strange, i can still remember the first day of school. I was so nervous. I was from RV. I was in ACJC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then i made fast friends. I made everlasting friends. I was fortunate enough to be blessed with 2 GREAT classes. I love my classes. I still miss aa3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It hit me today during assembly, that this was the last day of school. Immediately, i just wanted to make time go back. i wanted to relieve every second of the past year with my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then... haha... i can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, i'll just treasure next year. :D&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/8361993-8845269253410911850?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/8845269253410911850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=8845269253410911850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8845269253410911850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8845269253410911850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-day-of-school.html' title='LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-1899265320268764605</id><published>2007-10-06T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T11:46:21.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FREAKING PROMOS IS OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SCREW YOU PW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;EAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SHORTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-1899265320268764605?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/1899265320268764605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=1899265320268764605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/1899265320268764605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/1899265320268764605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/10/yay.html' title='YAY'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-3442419914699864495</id><published>2007-09-20T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:03:19.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy day at school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was like the weirdest day of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok maybe i exaggerate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But listen to my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today, i had an hour 20 minute break. So for 40mins, sangee, cheryl and i went to see Eka Tanu for lit. consultation. so we were asking lots of questions, listening to tanu doing his super cute thing. haha. he really is the cutest and the bestest teacher ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's expressions are &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SO FUNNY&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so after 40 mins, the three of us went to go meet suyee at the void deck and we all went to buy chicken rice and i put in my usual amount of chilli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which by the way, really is alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and it's super spicy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, so we went to meet suyee and we ate and talked and laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;basically, having lots of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so after eating my super hot chilli chicken rice, i was in need of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i had none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so, ok, in order to make the freaking chilli not murder my mouth anymore, i kopped suyee's pocky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and she said her trademark: sure, help yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so i replied: yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so after eating one, i realised that it wasn't really working, so i took another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then all of a sudden, there was this ringing sound in my ear and i felt light-headed. at first i was like, hey i feel really woozy. and i was kind of amused and irritated cause it happened before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so i waited for the ringing and the wooziness to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the freaking thing stayed and grew worse. i couldn't support my head anymore cause even though i felt light headed, my neck just gave up supporting it so i was at the void deck cradling my head like some demented retard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and it just continued getting worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i thinkg the 3 of them were getting worried so... i think i shut my eyes...someone said water, give her water. and suyee took out her bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this part i was kind of... unconcious... yet...conscious....i have no idea. sangee told me what i did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;apparently, i unsrewed the bottle myself.. i don't remember that. but i remember trying the drink the damn water... but it seemed like there wasnt any damn water coming out from the damn bottle... all i got was like... half a mouthful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then back to sangee telling me the rest. so i laid my head back down after attempting to drink the water.... and the bottle was put back on the table.. still in my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then, i started tilting the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i swear i have no memory of this. the next thing i know, i was wondering why my arm felt cold and my leg was cold too. Suyee was screaming something about her lit book... i really didn't care. i just went back to resting. i heard cheryl say something about i'll get mr lim. i thought she wanted to find mr lynn and i wanted to tell her don't la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm wearing my frekaing grey shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i didn't....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;next thing i know, i opened my eyes to see this great puddle of water on the ground next to my feet and another gigantic pool of water on the table....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and my arm was smack in the middle of that pool and my skirt was horribly wet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i wanted to go back to resting my head on the table. at that time, the thought of lying in the pool of water didn't register in me. Nor did the stupid dripping of water on my skirt bother me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then i heard sangee laughing and trying to get me to move to the other side away from the puddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;found her irritating.. like... leave me alone can't you. i kind of need to rest. but i movied and went back to resting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so there i was, with a part of my skirt wet, my head heavy yet light and the stupid ringing in my ears, lying in the freaking void deck's table trying to get a rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and there was suyee screaming about her lit book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so during the time i was like... MIA... iopened a bottle without remmebering that i did. i thought someone opened it for me. i remember drinking. and then thinking why isn't there any water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sangee told me that after i put that bottle back on the table. all three of them were staring at me while i was tilting the damn bottle. apparently every single movement i made was in slow motion. So they thought i was freaking playing with them when i was tilting the bottle. and so... they didn't stop me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then surprise surprise, i laid the bottle, still opened, on the table. apparently there was heck lot of water in the bottle cause there were 2 puddles created on the ground and on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;suyee's book was on the table and she was sitting in front of me, so her lit book got wet. that was why she was screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so. when i came to my sense... i think i fainted. but... if that was the case, i fainted like... 3 times in... about... 10 mins i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so mr lim came along and asked me if i wanted to go home. and he asked me why i... er... had that strange thing happening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DIDN"T KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i slept  6 hours. i ate my normal amount of chilli. i drank great 3 -in -1 coffee. i was fine until that freaking break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so strange right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;suyee was like super horrible la... HAHAHAHAHAHAH. she was kept talking abt her lit book and how i ruined it. i was freaking unconscious. how the heck would i know la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sangee kept laughing at me cause she said that i was demon possessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so she told like the whole world before math lecture that i was demon possessed... basically, what happened to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then gina and cheryl kept saying that i was demon possessed and were like super idiotic about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The classmates i have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i hate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no. i just hate sangee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm going to kill you sangee. When i see you in school tomorrow sangee, you're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;D-E-D DEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-3442419914699864495?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/3442419914699864495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=3442419914699864495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3442419914699864495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3442419914699864495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/09/creepy-day-at-school.html' title='Creepy day at school'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-774346260070447170</id><published>2007-09-13T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:58.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk-cAzjKZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1ZoZw2ZvXtc/s1600-h/WaveRock+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk7ZQzjKTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tUKI4dUaH-c/s1600-h/Busselton+Jetty+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109680557422487858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk7ZQzjKTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tUKI4dUaH-c/s320/Busselton+Jetty+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk7ZwzjKUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Uqf4zxmBABY/s1600-h/Cute+Dogs+Margaret+River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109680566012422466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk7ZwzjKUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Uqf4zxmBABY/s320/Cute+Dogs+Margaret+River.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busselton jetty the wind damn strong damn cute dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk7aAzjKVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iirx3a6jFpE/s1600-h/Fremantle+02_09_2007+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109680570307389778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk7aAzjKVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iirx3a6jFpE/s320/Fremantle+02_09_2007+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk7agzjKWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/N-Hf1gqQrWg/s1600-h/Fremantle+Air+Commodore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109680578897324386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk7agzjKWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/N-Hf1gqQrWg/s320/Fremantle+Air+Commodore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cold sia me and my dad. Cool right :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk7YwzjKSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/F6eqBA9xO1w/s1600-h/WaveRock+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109680548832553250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk7YwzjKSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/F6eqBA9xO1w/s320/WaveRock+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk-awzjKXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nCUkNS_H4I4/s1600-h/Front+of+Shop+Mall+Kulin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109683881727175026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk-awzjKXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nCUkNS_H4I4/s320/Front+of+Shop+Mall+Kulin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wave rock. me and my mum SURFING it haha. kulin. that was damn weird. it was outside a food shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk-bgzjKYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YBoHWgJTxTc/s1600-h/WaveRock+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109683894612076930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk-bgzjKYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YBoHWgJTxTc/s320/WaveRock+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RulAkgzjKaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6jzSv6X2Hrg/s1600-h/WaveRock+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109686248254155170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RulAkgzjKaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6jzSv6X2Hrg/s320/WaveRock+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                         YAWN!!!!!!! it's called hippo's yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RulAlwzjKbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jkduBgJq39A/s1600-h/WaveRock+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109686269728991666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RulAlwzjKbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jkduBgJq39A/s320/WaveRock+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RulAmQzjKcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RoXsFvlrlzY/s1600-h/Yellow+Flowers+in+Background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109686278318926274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RulAmQzjKcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RoXsFvlrlzY/s320/Yellow+Flowers+in+Background.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on top of wave rock                                              field of yellow flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RulAnAzjKdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dIlZUtIj8MY/s1600-h/York.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109686291203828178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RulAnAzjKdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dIlZUtIj8MY/s320/York.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RulAogzjKeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UtNpyQOvVdc/s1600-h/Claremont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109686316973631970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RulAogzjKeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UtNpyQOvVdc/s320/Claremont.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at york                                                                                 at claremont with bro and mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too lazy to talk. it was cold. cold. cold. and cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i love perth :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8361993-774346260070447170?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/774346260070447170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=774346260070447170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/774346260070447170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/774346260070447170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/09/perth.html' title='perth'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ruk7ZQzjKTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tUKI4dUaH-c/s72-c/Busselton+Jetty+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-9202267287182658010</id><published>2007-08-21T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:48:00.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class photos!!!!!</title><content type='html'>my wonderful class! yep, even though there are people like *ahem* dewei*ahem*. ... JUST KIDDING. i love you guys:D &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;class outing at clara's house :D                                               class photo taking!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rsr15ozvLqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Oz_FvCW_XAs/s1600-h/392355033l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101159898506276514" style="WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" height="268" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rsr15ozvLqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Oz_FvCW_XAs/s320/392355033l.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RtA8DozvLuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/woLAnX8Nc3U/s1600-h/aa4-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102644411002466018" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="261" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RtA8DozvLuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/woLAnX8Nc3U/s320/aa4-21.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YO ALL YOU REBELS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RtA8E4zvLwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/a0t6OPfGGNI/s1600-h/aa4-62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102644432477302530" style="WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="242" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RtA8E4zvLwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/a0t6OPfGGNI/s320/aa4-62.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RtA8EYzvLvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yp7SHjxSuU0/s1600-h/aa4-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102644423887367922" style="WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="248" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RtA8EYzvLvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yp7SHjxSuU0/s320/aa4-29.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where are you guys looking man??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RtA8FozvLxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VcHEWHFwof0/s1600-h/aa4-dunno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102644445362204434" style="WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="242" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RtA8FozvLxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VcHEWHFwof0/s320/aa4-dunno.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lub my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RtA8F4zvLyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/h3O5tTNwfKk/s1600-h/aa41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102644449657171746" style="WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" height="222" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RtA8F4zvLyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/h3O5tTNwfKk/s320/aa41.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jialin made a stupid joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my class... haha. what a bunch of jokers. aren't you guys jealous??!!! HAHAHA&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/8361993-9202267287182658010?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/9202267287182658010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=9202267287182658010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/9202267287182658010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/9202267287182658010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/08/class-photos.html' title='Class photos!!!!!'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rsr15ozvLqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Oz_FvCW_XAs/s72-c/392355033l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5073267318253195301</id><published>2007-08-19T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:12:55.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scablands</title><content type='html'>Ok. First, i just want to say that i'm not a geog freak. I just happen to love all those beautiful landforms. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, back to Scablands. It's INCREDIBLE. And i don't just mean the amazing landforms... it's the way it was created. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I"ll show you the pictures first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.detectingdesign.com/images/JHarlenBretz/harlen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.detectingdesign.com/images/JHarlenBretz/harlen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amazing right???!! it's HUGE, all of these rivers and features...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.detectingdesign.com/images/JHarlenBretz/harlen8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand" height="242" alt="" src="http://www.detectingdesign.com/images/JHarlenBretz/harlen8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is even better. Immense waterfall, cliffs, valley....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.detectingdesign.com/images/JHarlenBretz/dry_falls_383_sean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand" height="233" alt="" src="http://www.detectingdesign.com/images/JHarlenBretz/dry_falls_383_sean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THis is called the Dry Falls. It's 5 times wider than Niagara falls. Niagara falls... is... ENORMOUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.detectingdesign.com/images/JHarlenBretz/harlen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" height="346" alt="" src="http://www.detectingdesign.com/images/JHarlenBretz/harlen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a WEE little creek that flows through this really really deep valley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is so amazing?? Oh, just... this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those features you saw?? they're just created by humungous floods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, floods. They are made more or less overnight. By a few floods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floods. the floods that appeared 15000 years ago are...whoa. A natural dam made of ice. A Glacier. Held in goodness know how much water. Then a few fine days, the dam broke. Overnight, the huge amount of water made all these features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripple marks. See that white thing in the distance? i think that's a house. Imagine your beach with all those wavy thingys in the sand. Tha's what happened here when the floods took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.detectingdesign.com/images/JHarlenBretz/harlen11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.detectingdesign.com/images/JHarlenBretz/harlen11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.detectingdesign.com/images/JHarlenBretz/harlen14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.detectingdesign.com/images/JHarlenBretz/harlen14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just to give you a better idea. These ripples are like... little hills. They really are huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dry falls. Just imagine, niagara times 5 the width. Then the amount of water that created it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glaciallakemissoula.org/assets/pix/dryfalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.glaciallakemissoula.org/assets/pix/dryfalls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/7/73/300px-Drum-Heller-Channels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/7/73/300px-Drum-Heller-Channels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a pothole. Yep. it's a pothole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.balsamfir.com/MotoJournal/moto/images/2006trip/WA.scablands.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.balsamfir.com/MotoJournal/moto/images/2006trip/WA.scablands.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glaciallakemissoula.org/assets/pix/nps/burlingame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.glaciallakemissoula.org/assets/pix/nps/burlingame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really great right?? all you people who studied geog, you should know just how amazing this is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-5073267318253195301?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5073267318253195301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5073267318253195301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5073267318253195301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5073267318253195301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/08/scablands.html' title='Scablands'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5341183082562832702</id><published>2007-08-02T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:36:42.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok... so it's not exactly new. It's quite an old song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But nevertheless, you can't deny, this song is DAMN COOL AND FUNNY. everyone should go watch south park the movie if you haven't. You can find it here &lt;a href="http://itar2mas.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://itar2mas.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried to sing a long with the stupid song. Have you tried saying 'bitch' about 15 million times damn fast? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's darn difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Cartman]You guys, this is all Kyle's mom's fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Kyle]Shut up Cartman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Cartman]Kyle's mom is the one who started that damn club, and all because she's a big fat stupid bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Kyle]Don't say it Cartman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Cartman]Weeeeeelllllll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Kyle]Don't do it Cartman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Cartman]Weeeeeelllllll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Kyle]I'm warning you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Cartman] Okay, okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Kyle]I'm gettin' pretty sick of him calling my mom a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Cartman]Weeeeeelllllll, Kyle's mom's a bitch, she's a big fat bitch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's a stupid bitch if there ever was a bitch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's a bitch to all the boys and girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Kyle]Shut your fucking mouth Cartman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Cartman]On Monday she's a bitch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on Tuesday she's a bitch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Wednesday through Saturday she's a bitch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then on Sunday, just to be different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's a super king kamehameha bi-atch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come on, you all know the words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever met my friend Kyle's mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's a mean old bitch and she has stupid hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, she's a stupid bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kyle's mom's a bitch, and she just a dirty bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talk to kids around the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It might go a little bit somethin' like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Cartman &amp;amp; kids in various languages)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever met my friend Kyle's mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's a mean old bitch and she has stupid hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, she's a stupid bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Stan]Uh, Cartman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Cartman]Kyle's mom's a bitch, and she just a dirty bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really mean it Kyle's mom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's a big fat, fuckin' biiiiiitch,Mean old fat fuckin' bitch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kyle's moooom yeah-chaaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, fuck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;opps... so it's vulgar. Haha. right. i care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-5341183082562832702?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5341183082562832702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5341183082562832702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5341183082562832702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5341183082562832702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-song.html' title='NEW SONG'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-2979284103206669774</id><published>2007-07-29T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:48:05.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People of 1AA4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bleacher photos! i took most of them :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhZqceV-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/h48V_LrMnzA/s1600-h/Image182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092552372167530466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhZqceV-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/h48V_LrMnzA/s320/Image182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhZ6ceWAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hkRtJhc3dvg/s1600-h/Photo-0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092552376462497794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhZ6ceWAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hkRtJhc3dvg/s320/Photo-0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from leftback row: gina, cheryl, donica, priscilla,       with rox and clara!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sangee, ianthe, jialin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sangee trying to act smart with my specs.                Gina acting cute. Jialin acting cool. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  not succeeding.             what can i say, MGS girls... *sigh* haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhIaceV5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/LP-u8YieVPA/s1600-h/Image175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092552075814786962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhIaceV5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/LP-u8YieVPA/s320/Image175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhIaceV6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zTg7OjfuSLU/s1600-h/Image176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092552075814786978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhIaceV6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zTg7OjfuSLU/s320/Image176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yet another mgs girls acting spastic.                       priscilla cheryl being herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhIaceV7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/nwDfsB9hslE/s1600-h/Image177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092552075814786994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhIaceV7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/nwDfsB9hslE/s320/Image177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhIqceV9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/5fnP7fw2F_o/s1600-h/Image179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092552080109754322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhIqceV9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/5fnP7fw2F_o/s320/Image179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhIqceV8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/KG-l3X4RKxM/s1600-h/Image178.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;donica aka spongebob.. acting cute ah :D  me aka sandy.. waking up from sleep...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxeDKceV4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/DYTq27Cbp_Q/s1600-h/Image174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092548687085590402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxeDKceV4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/DYTq27Cbp_Q/s320/Image174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxeC6ceV3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/99lB5vFvYM4/s1600-h/Image173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092548682790623090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxeC6ceV3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/99lB5vFvYM4/s320/Image173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joyce covering her face, Gerd (trying to stay awake), de wei ( trying to conduct PW meeting)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxeC6ceV1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ecMUyyChXr4/s1600-h/Image156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092548682790623058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxeC6ceV1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ecMUyyChXr4/s320/Image156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxlN6ceWBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4rBnFHlBwhU/s1600-h/Image151-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092556568350578706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxlN6ceWBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4rBnFHlBwhU/s320/Image151-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheryl at holland V subway acting like a nun.    HAHATUG OF WAR!! class doing a cheer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhZqceV_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/8UOVWrG1F4Q/s1600-h/Image189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092552372167530482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhZqceV_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/8UOVWrG1F4Q/s320/Image189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxdYKceVzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/z95QlWe0_A4/s1600-h/Image151-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092547948351215410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxdYKceVzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/z95QlWe0_A4/s320/Image151-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;- aa4 doing our cheer during P.E&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SECTION DEVOTED TO SANGEETHA WATSON ('s weirdness) you'll see why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxmaKceWCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pNsnek6_zdQ/s1600-h/Image154-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092557878315604002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxmaKceWCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pNsnek6_zdQ/s320/Image154-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;section 1: sangee in class with weird look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Section 2: calpyso sangee ( during Lit class fri) sam ng wasn't there... HAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;clara, me, ianthe doing the braids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxmaaceWFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-kL36Sv1b6w/s1600-h/Image213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092557882610571346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxmaaceWFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-kL36Sv1b6w/s320/Image213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The final look ( at least it was until the teacher came)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxmaKceWEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SHJrgWwtomQ/s1600-h/sangee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092557878315604034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxmaKceWEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SHJrgWwtomQ/s320/sangee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxmaKceWDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RNELCdwDs9w/s1600-h/sangee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092557878315604018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxmaKceWDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RNELCdwDs9w/s320/sangee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And.. that's my class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DOn't worry... there're videos of my lovely class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see you later...&lt;/span&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/8361993-2979284103206669774?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/2979284103206669774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=2979284103206669774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2979284103206669774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2979284103206669774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/07/people-of-1aa4.html' title='People of 1AA4'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqxhZqceV-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/h48V_LrMnzA/s72-c/Image182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-6379214917969475326</id><published>2007-07-23T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:48:05.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the 2nd stupid thing i did.</title><content type='html'>Ok, revised edition of my previous post... the one where i said the most unbelievable thing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah. that one. ANyway, after much reflection ( and scolding from my brother), i've realised that i was really dumb to actually put up that post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, people are really really upset with me, and i'm really really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i was just too narrow-minded and well... shocked.. because my sister just told me that unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like a bombardment of information, yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, it's not excusable what i did. I wouldn't want people calling me or my friends or people i care about sluts and degrading names like that, so yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry especially to the 2 people the previous post was aimed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m really really really sorry, it was unbelievably stupid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, i guess many that post made many people mad and have a bad impression of me, but... yah, i hope this apology makes up for it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.. many other things happened but i'm not going to write it down now coz... the main reason why i'm here in the first place is to write this apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( rest of previous post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog: A&lt;br /&gt;gp: B&lt;br /&gt;Econs: C&lt;br /&gt;Lit and math: E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY grades are horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think i did well, i think you most likely did worse than i. And my grades really are not good. And i think that if you tell me that i did better than you, and i should be happy with my results, i think you should be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So. The PW. oh my gosh. EOM is seriuosly a waste of time. I stil haven't done my lit essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm the lit rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like quiting as one. I feel like quiting school. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqS6c6ceVuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gDrcmTh0vZ0/s1600-h/ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090398484723291874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqS6c6ceVuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gDrcmTh0vZ0/s320/ME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME and my bro.. obviously he's trying to call me dumb. which i'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqS6dKceVwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oVoEsFzBiC4/s1600-h/hp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090398489018259202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqS6dKceVwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oVoEsFzBiC4/s320/hp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brazil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqS6daceVyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ExRnf9d6CVM/s1600-h/brazil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090398493313226530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqS6daceVyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ExRnf9d6CVM/s320/brazil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqS6dKceVvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/B1oPF8H2dRg/s1600-h/me!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090398489018259186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqS6dKceVvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/B1oPF8H2dRg/s320/me!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again.. me with funny face. I think i'm a riot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-6379214917969475326?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/6379214917969475326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=6379214917969475326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6379214917969475326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6379214917969475326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-ultimate-unbelievable-thing.html' title='This is the 2nd stupid thing i did.'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqS6c6ceVuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gDrcmTh0vZ0/s72-c/ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-2069179830707534640</id><published>2007-07-21T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:48:06.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy and Scratchy show</title><content type='html'>Ello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss me much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know ya'll do *texas swang gets thicker*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i'm online now and the strangest thing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to Jon online. The convo started like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *** sucks (jokingly of course)&lt;br /&gt;JOn: huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: JUST KIDDING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pauses for a while...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Itchy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon: huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon: itchy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: yah.. as in scratch itchy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: i blame you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon: =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, he accused me of not bathing. What rubbish. You don't accuse a girl who's pmsing now of not bathing. That's just dumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i said he was the one who didn't bathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he said he bathed! LIke 5 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can anyone stand being so disgustingly dirty and stinky so long??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm telling you.... my skin is super sensitive. It can detect dirty and stinky people even online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I"m still feeling itchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scratched until the chair i'm sitting on is swiveling around like nobody's business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are more pictures i found on the Net. thanks to those who took them and put them up. I"m sorry i forgot which website i got them from. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqIh6qceVqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/N0NZnpD_p7U/s1600-h/duckabush+valley+-+olympic+mt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089667820591928994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqIh6qceVqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/N0NZnpD_p7U/s320/duckabush+valley+-+olympic+mt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duckabush Valley- Olympic Mt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cool is this?? Look at all the clouds... and the sun's rays are hitting it at such a perfect angle. Such a romantic kind of picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So majestic... I"m the KING OF THE WORLD!!!!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqIh6qceVrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bYwB5sKH0vM/s1600-h/mt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089667820591929010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqIh6qceVrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bYwB5sKH0vM/s320/mt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqIh66ceVsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E7bUFdhbpdU/s1600-h/oly+mt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089667824886896322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="204" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqIh66ceVsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E7bUFdhbpdU/s320/oly+mt.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olympic mountain. Or rather.. it's a range... I love the sun rise... or sun set.. i'm not entirely sure... It's just beautiful isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another picture of Olympic mt. Unfortunately, the sun's ray's so disperse because of the camera lens.. it's not natural. But all the same... it's amazing. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqIh7KceVtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JM6J3TV8DKQ/s1600-h/olympic+mt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089667829181863634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqIh7KceVtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JM6J3TV8DKQ/s320/olympic+mt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pictures coming up next!!!&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/8361993-2069179830707534640?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/2069179830707534640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=2069179830707534640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2069179830707534640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2069179830707534640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/07/itchy-and-scratchy-show.html' title='Itchy and Scratchy show'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RqIh6qceVqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/N0NZnpD_p7U/s72-c/duckabush+valley+-+olympic+mt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-7071824576943169686</id><published>2007-07-19T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:48:07.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures i found on the net...</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, Ah am Bach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... trying to "say" it with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arnold&lt;/span&gt; accent in terminator. I'll be back * deep, gravelly, strong accented voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i found these 'OH MY GOD' Super COOL, SUPER AMAZING, SUPER NICE pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for nature pictures... and i came up with all of these! I"m such a great geog. student. :D&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rp9zFsdZw9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/e-3PFdErC8s/s1600-h/20060611103455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088912645622973394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rp9zFsdZw9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/e-3PFdErC8s/s320/20060611103455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Petes&lt;/span&gt; lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rp9zE8dZw6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/PyskYbYXRjQ/s1600-h/PetesLk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088912632738071458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rp9zE8dZw6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/PyskYbYXRjQ/s320/PetesLk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rp9zF8dZw-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/KJKMurXqPp0/s1600-h/20060611120255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088912649917940706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rp9zF8dZw-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/KJKMurXqPp0/s320/20060611120255.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rp9zFMdZw8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/nXmlVXJ6heU/s1600-h/Rocksunset-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunsets!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rp9zFMdZw8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/nXmlVXJ6heU/s1600-h/Rocksunset-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088912637033038786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="317" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rp9zFMdZw8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/nXmlVXJ6heU/s320/Rocksunset-small.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rp9zE8dZw7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/NDeioSSTVTQ/s1600-h/Rockspostset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088912632738071474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rp9zE8dZw7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/NDeioSSTVTQ/s320/Rockspostset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rp9zE8dZw7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/NDeioSSTVTQ/s1600-h/Rockspostset.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These sunsets are so pretty... i wish i was there. OH man.. i want to travel around the world and see these sights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures coming up in another post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot where i got these from... sorry... and... thanks to those people who took these pictures... they really really are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gorgeous. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-7071824576943169686?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/7071824576943169686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=7071824576943169686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7071824576943169686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/7071824576943169686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/07/pictures-i-found-on-net.html' title='Pictures i found on the net...'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rp9zFsdZw9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/e-3PFdErC8s/s72-c/20060611103455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5925850263770466727</id><published>2007-07-15T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:48:22.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter and the order of the phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can I just say...BORING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yep. The latest Harry Potter movie is a bore. Of course, it's not a total bore... i managed to laugh about 3 times throughout the entire 2hrs and 15 mins of the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you condense a 500 plus pages book into 2 hrs 15 mins screen time and make it really worth watching? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don't. You just make a 3.5 hr movie and you can achieve the goal of making it really worth watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's see, I watched the movie on saturday. For free. Courtesy of Wei Ting's cousin. I still have no idea how she got 4 free tickets. But that's not the point, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The movie just didn't capture the essence of the book in it. Remember how Potter was so bloody angry and pissed at everyone in the book? In the movie... what you see is a sulky Potter who quickly makes up with his besties, Hermy and Weasley. And he doesn't even seem pissed at Dumbledore. He just seems... confused whenever he sees the professor. Other then that... he just doesn't seem to ... i don't know... He just doesn't feel like the Potter in the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not to say the acting was horrible. In fact, Radcliffe was improved tremendously. And Watson and Red Hair are still fabulous actors. The movie... sadly... failed to deliver because the director tried not to cram too many things into 2hr and 15 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It gives audience only a brief glimpse of the main events in the book. And that's just sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The part where the whole school is in chaos was totally buried 6 feet underground. And that was one of the parts i was really looking forward to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dumbledore's and Lord V's totally cool showdown was totally pathetic in the movie. And it doesn't help that i really really miss the old guy who played dumbledore in the frist 2 movies. No offense, but the new one just doesn't have the aura the old one had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, the girl who plays Cho Chang? Can't really say her acting is fabulous. But of course, since most of the screen time given to her was just kissing Potter... i can't really judge her based on that. I can't even rate the kiss on the 'How Hot was the Kiss' scale cause i'm, sadly, inexperienced in that area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But of course, there came the new eye candy. The Twins. They aren't exactly hot, but with their new ( really improved not hippy ) hairdo, you can actually see their faces and they are bloody cute! And they are the ones who bring the 'funny' in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then you have Loony Luna. I love that girl. She's damn cool. That's all i can say about her . She's really good at her role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I could have sworn Angelina jolie was in the movie. Turned out, it's just another woman with thick lips playing the really insane Bellatrix. She's really insane. But really good actress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Honestly, I really felt like sleeping. But the movie started off really promising. It was really interesting and the way the director had presented the first part of the book was good. And there were even afew really startling moments, which had Wei Ting screaming and me jumping slightly. I jumped only once, for the record. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To watch or not to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I say... watch it in the cinema. But watch it only 3 weeks later. By then, all idiotic parents would have brought their equally idiotic and irritating little children to watch the movie already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't mention the kids? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Opps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me correct that mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate kids. And Saturday did them no help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But of course, considering the parents they have... you can't help but feel sorry that the children have been given the 'idiot' gene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How, i wonder, I really really wonder, how do childern age 4 and below understand movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No offense, but i really don't think a four year old can really read a 500 plus pages book in a period of 2 days. And even if they do, i doubt they really understand it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course, you have those really freaky children who can. But said freaky children are one in a freaking trillion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you don't buy that argument, how about bringing babies into the cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Babies. Not Toddlers. Babies.. as in.. those... 9 month babies... that kind of babies parents can still cradle in their arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow. I didn't know they could understand the movie. I sure wouldn't be able at their age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I think it's safe for me to say that they didn't understand it, judging from the freaking noise those little idiots made throughout the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby was crying. Little 3 year old kid behind me was crying. Little girl was wailing. Another few kids talking loudly. One malay kid speaking malay and complaining to the father. Another malay girl pulled Wei TIng's hair at one point during the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Parents of little kids ( 6 years and below), fellow cinema-going patrons would dearly love to kick your ass for ruining the movie for us. After kicking your freaking asses, may I just impart some really good advice to prevent receiving such ass-kicking in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't Freaking Bring Your Freaking CHILDREN to the freaking CINEMA when you know they have an attention-span the size of a freaking WALNUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And people wonder why i hate kids. You just try watching a movie in peace and all of a sudden a freaking baby starts to cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parents, i know you like to think your child has an above average brain. But please don't try to prove it to people in the cinemas. We really really hate it. And We really really want to slap you for your utter stupidity and complete ignorace and disregard for your fellow patrons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How inconsiderate can you get? And i don't see how you can enjoy the show either when you have to take care of your children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, parents. Stop being selfish and inconsiderate and moronic. The next time that happens, i'll cream your brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But honestly, watch harry potter if you're a fan. If you're not, don't bother. It's a disgrace to the book. But well... some may find it really nice and good. So if you don't trust my taste, go ahead and watch it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-5925850263770466727?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5925850263770466727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5925850263770466727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5925850263770466727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5925850263770466727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-order-of-phoenix.html' title='harry potter and the order of the phoenix'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5466898437982265634</id><published>2007-07-13T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:50:11.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelings go up and down... haywire... people.. listen to me and stop PISSING ME OFF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. I"ve decided that i just have to write this down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. Have. Feelings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In case everyone thinks that i'm really really strong and can handle everything and anything and that i'm fearless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So many people think that they can keep giving me shit and i'll insult you back and that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They think that i can take it and i don't take whatever freaking insult they shoot at me to heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They feel that just because i show a very tough and easy-going image, they can keep insulting me, and just keep poking, nudging, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAMMERING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at my feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;AND I WON'T DO ANYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Excuse me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEWSFLASH, yah???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I may be able to take alot of freaking shit from you and i won't blow up at you at all those times. But every&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;SINGLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time you say something insulting, i do feel hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You claim that it's all in the name of fun, that 'Oh, I"m just kidding. So touche. Must be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PMSING&lt;/span&gt;. So sensitive for what. AIYO. Chill lah.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, a few times is fine. I"ll laugh along, and yeah, it's all in the name of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But calling me a dog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Throwing things in my face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Throwing back whatever i say into my face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Especially when i've already warned you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;REPEATEDLY&lt;/em&gt;, STOP CALLING ME A DOG&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really don't find it funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first few times you did that, ok.. fine... i'll laugh along and... yeah.... i didn't really mind cause it really was stupidly funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you had to take it so many &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FREAKING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; steps more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You just &lt;em&gt;HAD&lt;/em&gt; to keep bugging me, calling me a dog, telling me 'fetch', degrading me again, and again, and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I warned you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I warned you &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So many days i've told you that 'I'm serious, stop calling me that'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've told you so many times, that when i say fuck, you STOP insulting me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because when i say fuck, I'm already at the limit of my patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tell me that my patience is so little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For 3 whole months, I've tolerated your stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've tried the gentle way of telling you to stop insulting me using certain terms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you never did listen, did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You threw back things that i said seriously. Things that i felt strongly for, i voiced out my opinions, sometimes you just throw it back in my face and tell me that ' I think that you're stupid. I think that that's really dumb.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, these things aren't facts. These things are issues that vary from person to person. Many people have different beliefs. Just because you don't agree with my views or my beliefs, fine. You can make me see the issue from your point of view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But when you start to insult me, just because my opinion differs from you, that's just dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;retardedly narrow-minded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're not the only person in the entire world. Nor are you always correct. And most of all, not everyone shares the same opinion you have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i take it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tolerate it, because i just don't want to screwup our friendship just for trivial things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can take it, and i'll just keep reminding you about what i can stand, and what will make me go absolutely bonkers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many times, i've rolled my eyes at you, and argued heatedly with you about what you do to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But every single time that happens, i don't hold it against you. Nor do you hold it against me. After the argument, we immediately go on about other things and have a laugh at the expense of our friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, you had to do something that was so insulting, so... humiliating and degrading, to me. And the stupidest part is that, i didn't even &lt;em&gt;DO&lt;/em&gt; anything to provoke you. I didn't even insult you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, you walked right up to me, and you &lt;em&gt;THREW &lt;/em&gt;that stupid string right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN. MY. FACE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What the hell is wrong with you? When you did that, i was so shocked and hurt that you did something like that to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just stood there and stared at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You even had the cheek to run away, grinning away at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you know I was so pissed, so angry and furious at what you did, that i was trembling with anger for a whole 40 minutes??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't even hold the fork and spoon properly, because i was so pissed at you, i was &lt;strong&gt;TREMBLING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can&lt;em&gt; COUNT&lt;/em&gt; on one hand, how many times i've been this angry before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In fact, i think you've just made your mark in history. I've never blown up so badly before at a friend, so much so that i was pissed for a full 40 mins, and trembling from my anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know just HOW many times i said 'fuck'? I mean, a few years ago, that word was permanently coming out from my mouth. But now? When i say 'fuck' once, it's really bad. Especially at a friend. It means that i'm close to my limit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But today, gosh. In just 10 minutes, i've said that word at least 10 times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are just &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; insensitive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just in case you think this is aimed at only one person, it's not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today just brought up ugly memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've met people i thought were friends who used me. Again and again, I stupidly thought that all of these people were my friends. But gee, i guess not, because once you've achieved your goal, you just ditched me, and gosh, you only talked to me only after i ranted out my frustrations on this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best yet, you only found out through OTHER people. Haha... i'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUCH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good friends should be able to know how you're feeling... just by a look. I thought that she and he were good friends of mine. I guess not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been used by my friends and i've been hurt so much. But i just never learn, do i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You used me for grades, you dumped me just because you wanted to follow the popular person in our class told you to 'stop being my friend'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was a really smart thing to do, because after one day, that very same person you followed, was talking to me and we became good friends. Not very surprising to me that you came back, claiming that we were friends again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The bothe of you used me as a scapegoat to get a better grade for a project. You just pinned the blame on me and our other team mate. The both of you were so scheming. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I TRUSTED YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I gave you the logbook and never checked it, because i thought you would be honest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh boy, i was so &lt;em&gt;DARN&lt;/em&gt; wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You took credit for &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; i did. You used the logbook to blame your other 2 teammates so that it would look to the teacher that you did all the work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Again, another used me as a stepping stone to popularity. Once you had that, you ditched me without a second thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You and i forged friendship so quickly, but you just ignored me in school. It took me such a long time to realise that i'd been used. I've to applaud you for that. The other times i realised it right after it happened. You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha... it took me weeks. Weeks to realise that you've used me as a leverage to gain friends who are more popular than me in that particular area/ activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't believe that you did that, not even when another friend told me about her suspicions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You blamed me for everything that goes wrong in your life and i wasn't there to help you. You blamed me when I told you that sometimes you brought it upon yourself and advised you to change. You tried to change me into someone you wanted me to be. You threw your temper with me when i refused to. You threw you temper at me for the smallest things i did wrong in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When did i do wrong? I didn't reply you in the msn conversations quickly enough, and when i explained that i went to do something, you were sarcastic about it. i told you what you did wrong and how you should approach it, you told me that i didn't know anything and implied that i was a worthless friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many insensitive people can there be in the world? How many people can be so dumb and so &lt;strong&gt;BLIND&lt;/strong&gt; to the feelings of other people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, why is it that I've met &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; many people like that in just 17 years? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, why am i &lt;em&gt;SO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;, that i just can't recognise such people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know, you're lucky that my anger with you diminished so much. You should thank our friend. She was practically begging me to stop being angry with you. And she was so caring you know. And when she got some really bad news today, for her sake, I let go most of my anger and made up with you so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The anger can last me at least a few days at least. That was how pissed i was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, don't worry, no matter how many times you piss me off, no matter how badly, no matter just how many times you made use of me, no matter how many times you blame me, no matter how insensitive you are to my feelings, i'll always take all of you back as friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But for some, i'll close off some parts of me when i'm around you. I won't let myself be hurt again by you. I won't be stupid with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For a group of you, i've given up on you. Only a few have remained as friends. The rest of you? I'm just tired of making the effort in the last term. I'm still tired. I'm not going to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of you was, and still is, so biased. You didn't even bother talking to me, nor did you even bother to encourage or act like you were supposed to, considering who you are. Just because i wasn't good enough, you treated me like i was a sore sight. You treated the others well, and treated them as equals because they were better than you. I was just something you used. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When i see any of you, i'll just ignore you. The way you ignored me the past term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even when you're friendly to me, because our mutual friends are around, i won't be bothered with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, i'll talk to you. But i'll be cold. I"m not shy about this side of me. I've been working to gain your friendship for 6 months. But time and time again, you didn't acknowledge it. My hope and perservence lasted only 6 months. That's... long. Especially for such a large group of people. Especially when you've made me feel so depressed for such a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only for this group of people, i'll remain cold to. The rest of you... no matter how much you hurt me, you're my friends. Whether you'll become my good friend is another matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least i know that i have some true friends. Friends that will never desert me for something that they will gain from. They will help me solve whatever problems i have, and listen to me. These are the people, whom i'll NEVER EVER throw my temper at. Nor will i get angry with them. Because they deserve at least, this from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least, the day ended well for me today. I got back geog. My results for terms were atrocious and today was such a bad day and i relaly really needed this to cheer me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was really unexpected. Haha.. i got A for it. :D . I'm really really happy. But i know that i can do better. For GP, i had a B. For econs, i've a D. For math.. haha.. math i got U. Well, i know that i could have passed it. But i was just so block headed and stupid that day. I promise you, i'll never do that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so, these are my feelings. I'm not so naive as to think that everyone will sympathise with me. Nor am i expecting it. Don't worry, i know who are my true friends and who aren't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-5466898437982265634?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5466898437982265634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5466898437982265634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5466898437982265634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5466898437982265634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-feelings-go-up-and-down-haywire.html' title='My feelings go up and down... haywire... people.. listen to me and stop PISSING ME OFF!'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-2381039502171626979</id><published>2007-07-10T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:00:35.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A really really old song, but it's really really good. HAHA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Song: Female Of The Species&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A thousand thundering thrills await me&lt;br /&gt;Facing insurmontable odds gratefully&lt;br /&gt;The female of the species is more deadly than the male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shock shock horror horror&lt;br /&gt;Shock shock horror&lt;br /&gt;I'll shout myself hoarse for your supernatural force&lt;br /&gt;The female of the species is more deadly than the male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she deals in witchcraft&lt;br /&gt;And one kiss and I'm zapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh How can heaven hold a place for me?&lt;br /&gt;When a girl like you has cast a spell on me&lt;br /&gt;Oh how can heaven hold a place for me?&lt;br /&gt;When a girl like you has cast a spell on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankenstein and Dracula have nothing on you&lt;br /&gt;Jekyll and Hyde join the back of the queue&lt;br /&gt;The female of the species is more deadly than the male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she wants to conquer the world completely&lt;br /&gt;But first she'll conquer me discreetly&lt;br /&gt;The female of the species is more deadly than the male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she deals in witchcraft&lt;br /&gt;And one kiss and I'm zapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh How can heaven hold a place for me?&lt;br /&gt;When a girl like you has cast a spell on me&lt;br /&gt;Oh how can heaven hold a place for me?&lt;br /&gt;When a girl like you has cast a spell on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don't you just love the lyrics?? Haha... it's super funny lah. I heard this song so bloody long ago. It came out in 1996. I heard it when i was in primary school. My sister was playing it on the stereo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don't all the guys out there agree with this?? Haha... anyway, i have another song called stupid girl... so... when i get sick of this superb song, i'll put up 'stupid girl'.. and it'll be dedicated to the ever suagu don. HAHA... just kidding... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;somewhat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-2381039502171626979?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/2381039502171626979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=2381039502171626979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2381039502171626979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2381039502171626979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/07/really-really-old-song-but-its-really.html' title='A really really old song, but it&apos;s really really good. HAHA.'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5009078132592579562</id><published>2007-07-04T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:43:58.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math sucks</title><content type='html'>Oh yes. Math sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOw much?? hm.... let's just say... alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate math teachers. Why is it that they are the only subject teachers who can finish marking papers so freaking fast???&lt;br /&gt;The first paper i always get back is math. NEVER some paper i know i did well... like... um... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not math. That's all i'm asking for. I don't want math back first. Is that really too hard to ask for???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did i get back term paper, i got back my math retest paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a freaking U for math. OK lah... i sort of expected it. See.. not paying attention in class.. not doing tutorials and just copying answer without understanding and just going through tutorials before exam doesn't pay. If you didn't study, just don't study. THen you can go and tell people that i didn't study thus flunked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m not those kind of people who can mug last minute and do damn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i shall just do the former. My pride matters alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my retest was better... ok... well.. i passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. It's like... first math test: A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd math test: B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math exam: U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. exponential graph.... gradient at later stages very very very extremely steep, practically vertical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? That's why i hate math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.... i'm going to mug damn hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why... but in RV i always failed a math and emath horribly... yah.. totally ungraded kind of marks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i never really cared. It was just, ' oh. I failed again. hm. ok. Oh look! XXX is doing something stupid!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when i got back my results, it was a totally different scenerio. It was, "... i failed.* pause*. I freaking failed math. *pause*. What the hell??!! *stares at paper* Oh my god. What the hell is wrong with me. Shit. OH my freaking shit. * stares blankly at paper*" etcetc kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's 'cause people expected me to pass math... People meaning weisheng, dewei, don. I mean, we met up to study math. Then weisheng and dewei got into a discussion of who will pass the math exam. And JOY, my name popped out of their mouths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of a pressure that i had to pass... but yet.. at the same time it was like.. people actually have faith and confidence that i'll pass math. SO, hell yeah, i'm going to pass math with the same method i've been using to study the past 2 tests. Yeah.. so i got overconfident? except it's not relaly that true.. afterall... I was damn scared before the exam. And i was really really badly shaken during the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first question was super easy. But i didn't revise that particular type of method. So i flunked it. THen came along the summation qtn. EVen worse, my grasp of summation is very weak. Then the dif. qtn. The o level type. I thought, oh hey, i've done this before and i know who to do it. But i didn't. So for the rest of the qtns i was just done for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel super sad. LIke... jeez... depressed you know. I just got home and just... whined to my brother. BUt now i'm all alone at home, listening to ne-yo: so sick. ANd it's a really sad song. So i feel all the more depressed. what the freak man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, i need math tuition. and i need to buck up real bad. I"m going to start to mug damn hard. Going to have to stay back after school to study math with teacher. I can't slack anymore. But for now, i need to get back my papers. all of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, part of me feels that, maybe i should just get all U for my papers, then i'll feel SUPER motivated to study damn hard for promos. But another part just wants to do damn well or average for terms and the same for promos. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever the outcome, i think the math exam has really opened up my eyes. I need to mug. SO. PEople,don't tempt me to go out with you guys kay. Except for harry potter, ALl else can and must wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-5009078132592579562?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5009078132592579562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5009078132592579562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5009078132592579562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5009078132592579562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/07/math-sucks.html' title='Math sucks'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-8821378125066071862</id><published>2007-06-27T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:59:42.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seals</title><content type='html'>something i made. erm... lots of people know i love seals.. so... yah. watch. very nice:D. song: bleed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/px3U7ndZ2lw"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/px3U7ndZ2lw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-8821378125066071862?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/8821378125066071862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=8821378125066071862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8821378125066071862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8821378125066071862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/06/seals.html' title='seals'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5815651072139234782</id><published>2007-06-19T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:27:45.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motion: why mugging should not be condone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mugging must not and should not be condone by anyone, no matter nationality, skin color or what not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Firstly, mugging is a bloody sin. Thou shalt not engage in sinful activity. Thus, nobody should be forced to mug, especially against their will. It makes us think of nothing but numbers, fomulas, concepts. All our time will then be used up for mugging. This, is known as obsession. Extreme obsession, especially in the case of mugging, is not only highly unrecommended, well-known psychiatrists, such as the amazingly brilliant and bright Dr. Chong Wei Rong who currently resides in Singapore, have been known to actively discourage students all around the globe to stop studying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Secondly, mugging causes one to suffer from another social disease. Mugging makes any notion of having a social life impossible. Mugging is a horrible, terrible thing. Since one becomes obsessed with mugging, there will be no time left to socialise. According to the respected Dr Chong, ' A significant decrease, or in the case of Mugsession ( the term for obsession with mugging), a total decrease in interaction with people, will have devastating effects on a person afflicted with this disease.' Known effects are as such: uncivilised behaviour, a distinct lack of ability to stick to an occupation, daily reciting of formulas, a discerning 'ability' to link everything back to mugging, huddling at the corner and snuggling a textbook ( or whatever preferred material used to mug). These effects are among countless of other effects. The pioneer, Dr Chong, is still busy trying to classify all symptoms of this disease despite all of her brilliance, this will take a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thirdly, mugging causes people's senses to be addled. With all the idiotic mugging that many people do, people tend to have a distinct disability to differentiate between reality and mugtasy ( the mugging equivalent of lala land). Many people classified as muggers, have been known to go strutting about looking down on people who are not muggers like them. This creates social ill among many of the well-bred peers of societies in all countries. Those who are not muggers feel pity that just borders and hatred for those who are. Those who are muggers are full of disdain and look down on those who are not. Even between muggers, there's much senseless competition to see who is the smartest. Presently, Steven Hulkins holds that title.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As a conclusion, surely the goverments all over the world will take into serious consideration the fabulous studies done by none other than Dr Chong. Mugging is bad. Mugging is sinful. Mugging creates social ills. Mugging should thus be banned. Everything associated with mugging should be locked up in a bloody cage and have the key thrown into space. Dr Chong wishes to put in one of the most excellant ideas to hit the civilised human society. Examinations should be banned with immediate effect. All in favour, say aye. A petition will be drawn up. The goverments overthrown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And Dr Chong shall ascend the throne and make known her mighty and amazing brilliance all over the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&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/8361993-5815651072139234782?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5815651072139234782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5815651072139234782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5815651072139234782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5815651072139234782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/06/motion-why-mugging-should-not-be.html' title='motion: why mugging should not be condone'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-196515383390986682</id><published>2007-06-16T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:48:08.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>church</title><content type='html'>hey. delayed post. but yeah.. went to heart of God church. Super nice. haha... love the service and the songs and the atmosphere there. unfortunately can't make it a permanent... too far. *sobs* met junjie!, shirlene, may. haha.... apparently joycelyn also in may's cell.. but she didn't come that day. but anyway, may's cell grp is SUPER fun. and friendly. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to blog more abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and may at cck interchange. LOOK AT MY BOUGAY SMILE!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNgQq9WvjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bx70Rf6yacw/s1600-h/meandmay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076507044502486578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNgQq9WvjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bx70Rf6yacw/s400/meandmay.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNgQ69WvkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cKxWsWmQuxw/s1600-h/meandmay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNgRK9WvmI/AAAAAAAAADM/JHuOAj2w9ck/s1600-h/menadmay4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNgQa9WviI/AAAAAAAAACs/1K5W03ArIO0/s1600-h/meandjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNgQ69WvlI/AAAAAAAAADE/9oTDSMHWpj8/s1600-h/meandmay3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken by surprise.. thus unable to fully see my bougay smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNhoa9WvoI/AAAAAAAAADc/rMLRxkvwqXc/s1600-h/meandmay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076508552036007554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNhoa9WvoI/AAAAAAAAADc/rMLRxkvwqXc/s400/meandmay2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a much better shot. gaze upon the wonders of my holey smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNhoq9WvqI/AAAAAAAAADs/ndENR8KI-e8/s1600-h/menadmay4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076508556330974882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNhoq9WvqI/AAAAAAAAADs/ndENR8KI-e8/s400/menadmay4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on bus 172... you can't see my bougay smile coz i covered it up. MUAHAHAHHAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNhoq9WvpI/AAAAAAAAADk/St_zZkt6h1o/s1600-h/meandmay3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076508556330974866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNhoq9WvpI/AAAAAAAAADk/St_zZkt6h1o/s400/meandmay3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and junjie at heart of God church. haha.. so happy to see that idiot again :D&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNhoa9WvnI/AAAAAAAAADU/LXX12lfk6Qs/s1600-h/meandjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076508552036007538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNhoa9WvnI/AAAAAAAAADU/LXX12lfk6Qs/s400/meandjj.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/8361993-196515383390986682?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/196515383390986682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=196515383390986682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/196515383390986682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/196515383390986682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/06/church.html' title='church'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RnNgQq9WvjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bx70Rf6yacw/s72-c/meandmay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-9035374832641786609</id><published>2007-06-03T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T15:28:53.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm bougay once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just had my tooth extracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, it hurts like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My nose and my lips are still numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But jeez...... my gum is starting to hurt like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And gosh... my tooth is BLOODY LONG. I thought it'll just be like... the tooth. Just the short thingy that you see. But nooooooooo.... it's bloody long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The extraction of the tooth would have seemed super corny if it wasn't sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The dentist sprayed solution on my gum to make it numb, then he stuck needles in my gum which kind of hurt... but didn't cause of the numbness. Sort of like an unsurreal feeling, cause i KNOW it hurts.. but all i felt was a prick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then i waited for a while.. then he came back with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pliers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAh. you know the ones from the workbench... the ones you use to fix the toilet bowl or whatever it is that needs to be fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO. I took one look at the pliers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i closed my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then he used the freaking pliers and started rocking my tooth from side to side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i kid you not, i could HEAR the freaking tooth cracking as it got dislodged from my gum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How gross is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparently, VERY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While he was pushing and pulling it from side to side, i thought the whole chair was shaking with the force...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nope. Just my entire body trembling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Very sick. Very gross. Very painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;And yah.. the pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-9035374832641786609?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/9035374832641786609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=9035374832641786609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/9035374832641786609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/9035374832641786609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/06/extraction.html' title='Extraction'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-6703707904465239752</id><published>2007-05-30T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:48:09.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invasion of the alienmouthies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;yep. i'm serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;No, it's not some stupid science fic thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thing is, i'm getting braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yep. You read that right. I"m getting freaking braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But before i get freaking braces, the dentist put some stupid blue rubber thingis in my teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Or rather,in between my teeth, yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, i have this sudden urge to CHEW on the bloody FREAKING rubber things that are in my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;SHEESH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It really sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's in my mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And it's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;STUCK &lt;/span&gt;between my teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And i really really really really want to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;PLUCK IT OUT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's just... so &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodness me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Must resist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;going for extraction on Sunday and next friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;2 teeth only.... thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And.. well...Gosh... i really want to bite it off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, Ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I forgotwhatiwasgoingtosaycausei'mwatchingprinceoftennisnowwhilewritingthis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;OHYAH. speaking of which, Kanata Hongo is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPER HOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Show you picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rl0Rr9qtTOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fHS212m0-Wc/s1600-h/hongo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070228202474786018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rl0Rr9qtTOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fHS212m0-Wc/s400/hongo.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hot right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA. He's 17 too!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rl0RsNqtTPI/AAAAAAAAABE/nbIwBlvS2ug/s1600-h/hongo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070228206769753330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="118" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rl0RsNqtTPI/AAAAAAAAABE/nbIwBlvS2ug/s400/hongo1.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rl0RsNqtTQI/AAAAAAAAABM/1XUJ1SCvjfE/s1600-h/hongo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070228206769753346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px" height="309" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rl0RsNqtTQI/AAAAAAAAABM/1XUJ1SCvjfE/s400/hongo3.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;He acted in prince of tennis the movie as ryoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And in NANA 2 as the punk kid with spikey white hair and with a lip ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rl0RsdqtTSI/AAAAAAAAABc/5Ij0GHXimOQ/s1600-h/filmstripxp0hk.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070228211064720674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rl0RsdqtTSI/AAAAAAAAABc/5Ij0GHXimOQ/s400/filmstripxp0hk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rl0RsNqtTRI/AAAAAAAAABU/tCkvhpRMK4Y/s1600-h/hongokanata.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070228206769753362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rl0RsNqtTRI/AAAAAAAAABU/tCkvhpRMK4Y/s400/hongokanata.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;well, of course he acted in many other movies and jdramas... so yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;He's super cute so... yep.. haha... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY NEW CRUSH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-6703707904465239752?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/6703707904465239752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=6703707904465239752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6703707904465239752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6703707904465239752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/05/invasion-of-alienmouthies.html' title='invasion of the alienmouthies'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Rl0Rr9qtTOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fHS212m0-Wc/s72-c/hongo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-2108582126445247281</id><published>2007-05-24T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:48:09.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;today was the day the badminton team went to collect their medals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went along, although i was seriously thinking about not going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a way i'm glad that i went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt many things like material things are nothing compared to what you really feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My senior, Jessica, taught me that. Unknowingly...but i still got a lesson from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they went down to lineup and take their medals, i was planning on staying on the benches and cheer them on.. but ann and jess made me go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've to add at this point that i felt REALLY REALLY uncomfortable. I mean, it's just so weird.. what was i going to do when it came to my turn. I positioned myself at the last coz i didn't need to get the medal.. nor was i SUPPOSED to get one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then ann tried to sit behind me. I pushed her forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then jess tried to sit behind me.. but germaine pulled her to the front, saying " she just shake hands with him, you sit in the front."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah... she really should sit in the front, after all she's the vice captain. :D she deserves it for bringing us so far, and being such a caring senior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after both guys and girls got their medals, and took pictures, Jess pulled me to the side and told me that she wanted me to have her medal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was SUPER shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really didn't want it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AFterall, i KNOW i'm part of the team.. i don't need a medal to tell me that... but she wanted me to take it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know how to say no... i mean.. i feel so bad for taking it.. I tried to push it away and... yeah.. but she was adament on me having it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said that... it's because of us for line judging and for doing so much for the team that she's giving her medal to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i don't hink i did much for the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i did was to just line judge.. and a bit of cheering.. which was what everyone did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... i appreciate what she did.. she was trying to emphasise the fact that i'm part of the team... I know that i am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this.. haha.. it really blows my mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I"m really ok about not being on the team..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when jess did what she did.. i couldn't help but cry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEP... haha.. yes.. me .. cry... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't crying because i was sad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was crying because i was touched by her actions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What person will just give away a token.. a souvenier of.. what you've worked SO HARD and did and sacrificed so much for to someone who you're not really really close to.. nor someone who really deserves it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really touched by her actions and so.. i just started crying in front of freaking EVERYONE... now.. thinking back..i'm kinda embarressed.. but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You Jess... i.. really appreciate it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when Germaine asked you whether you're sure... that... all that you've worked so hard for.. you're just going togive it to me... and... questioned whether i'll be happy even if you gave me your medal, you still stood by your initial stand of giving it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i said earlier, not getting the medal doesn't mean much to me anymore, but you've given me yours... and... it's now become...... a reminder to myself that... i can't just give up... and... a source of motivation/inspiration to me to do well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to let down everyone who's done so much for me and given me so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to do my best, and... make you guys proud of me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received my MBTI evaluation today. I"m supposed to be an inspirer... i'm getting inspired and motivated instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A final word of thanks and appreciation to Ann, Donica, Hokes, Gen, Jon, even Jing Kai, Xiu Juan, Sarah, Rox, May, and of course, Jessica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RlWOHNqtTNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rf1t-SuTPEI/s1600-h/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068113210254380242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="243" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RlWOHNqtTNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rf1t-SuTPEI/s400/mary.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ann and I.. picture taken on the bus to .. tampines i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This entry... marks an end to this chapter of JC life... but the lessons and the things i've realised... i'll take away with me for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now know who're my true friends, and i also know the true character of some people, just from this few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-2108582126445247281?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/2108582126445247281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=2108582126445247281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2108582126445247281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2108582126445247281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/05/learnings.html' title='learnings'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/RlWOHNqtTNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Rf1t-SuTPEI/s72-c/mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5201713743537297116</id><published>2007-05-21T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:18:07.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALOT BETTER NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://p.vtourist.com/2005324-Travel_Picture-Smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="460" alt="" src="http://p.vtourist.com/2005324-Travel_Picture-Smiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's how i feel!&lt;br /&gt;ok... it's little creepy that picture is...&lt;br /&gt;hm..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my smiles are back to being HUGE again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a wave of disappointment with myself can hit me again, and sometimes when things are too much, i still get pissed and depressed, i've learnt to bounce back again. and... well.. :D I've lots of goodfriends:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. that's one thing i'm glad of from this chapter in my life. I know i've supportive friends and i'm getting closer to God. HAha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not going to just let it be. I"m going to do my best:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the whole badminton team, girls and guys:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... oh yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Jess. Although you always 'bully' me, you're still a cute senior to have. *pukes* haha.. JUST KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might have lost to Rj girls.. but we put up a DAMN GOOD FIGHT! haha. Especially jess and tin wai. You guys played YOUR BEST TODAY! Although you guys may have lost, but you guys have won in terms of spirit:D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-5201713743537297116?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5201713743537297116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5201713743537297116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5201713743537297116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5201713743537297116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/05/alot-better-now.html' title='ALOT BETTER NOW!'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-6585622291912545670</id><published>2007-05-18T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:19:46.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more bad news..</title><content type='html'>I thought coming to a new school will be better for me in all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm partly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still face a heck lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of pressure too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, today, i broke the news that i'm not on the team at all to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They immediately told me to stop going to the matches. Cause there's no point in me going... i'm not even reserve! Go for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... that's what they said. I can't say that it's a team effort. EVen if i'm not on the team, i'm still part of the cca and... afterall, i've formed a stronger link with the people there! I'm going to support them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt my parents... are my parents. THey don't... believe in this. They don't care if i don't have a social life. They want me to do well in studies. They don't care about anything else but studies. It's difficult.. and frustrating for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like i don't want to be on the team. It's not like i don't want to become better... but... they just don't get it! They... want me to go their way. They want me to be what they want me to be. They don't understand me, ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THey tell me that since i'm not doing well in my cca just quit. And i haven't told them about the coach's fees yet. If they know about it, I'm definitely not going to be able to stay in the cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to quit. I don't want to leave this, knowing that i've not yet given my all... and just giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my parents... they just get me down. I cried again today. All because of them. They just had to rub in the fact that i totally suck at badminton. And that i'll never amount to anything in future. I'll just be a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am i supposed to live with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that i'm too cynical, too... jaded, too... cold, too harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just try living in my life, in my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't even last a day. My home is a jungle. Only the fittest survives, the weak gets destroyed. What do you want me to do? Survive or die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to survive  and with that i've become like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you blame me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m too straightforward according to gen. And apparently, because of that, it may be why i'm not on the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry... but i don't buy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday, after posting yesterday's post, gen read my blog. And... she came to talk to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really appreciate that. I appreciate the fact that she really really cared. And.. cleared up misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just blind. She didn't see me yesterday. Haha... i'm not being sarcastic here. I honestly believe her. Gen's an honest and genuinely nice person. Unlike some people i can name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt today, the... wounds, for a lack of better term, was still... too fresh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say i am still hurt and depressed over the cca thing and my parents. But yeah, i was quite cold to the badminton people except for jessica, ann, marg. During p.e, i just walked past gen and ben... at least i think it was them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... was just.. unable to get out the energy to greet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even to jon...i was joking and laughing with don and liah,walking up the bleachers. Then when i turned around I saw jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of... gave him a very unlike me kind of greeting. Which is... just a soft hi . Then i walked away fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, the badminton people will sit together for the 1hr 20 min P.E. I didn't today. I just... sat way far away from them... and.. faced my back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't face them. I can't get up the energy of acting happy and... laughing and just.. happy go lucky act anymore. I just have no energy to, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time i go for badminton cca, i have to put on a facade. EVen with my class, i have to act like nothing's wrong... that... i'm fine, that whatever horrible things people say to my face... or whenever people do things that i really cannot stand, i can deal with it and just laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had that facade for the past 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying that i didn't enjoy training. I had moments when training was really fun... times when i really had fun and looked forward to training and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at 10.30 to 11.10, i just didn't sit with them.. afterall, they picked the 2 short tables. And ... haha... those are the times when... i feel all the more distant from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i feel like i'm complaining, whining about everything against me. That's why i usually hear people's problems. I don't really like telling people about my problems. Cause i feel i always turn out to be whining, to be spoiled brat who needs EVERYTHING to go her way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may seem like that to some people, i may seem like a bitch, like an attention-seeking person, like... a tyrant, a person who's a sore loser with no sportsmanship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not. I'm a difficult person to get along with.. but i've dignity and i'm able to accept the times when i'm wrong and when i'm... not good enough for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen, i really am grateful for the time you spent talking to me. I"m sorry if i was cold to you online yesterday and today. Sorry to ben, jon and basically everyone i was cold to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. for now... i have to handle my parents. Haha... i... don't want to quit. I don't want to be a failure, i don't want to give up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm.. going to push on. I'm going to be different from last time. I'm not going to run away from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my parents... they're going to talk to joogle. And... gosh... sometimes i really hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people complain to me about their parents not getting them a new handphone, a new camera, they complain about the things they have. They say their parents suck, their parents are lousy parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ahven't met mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours don't threaten to kill you, or throw you out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor do they hit you until you bleed or get bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't grab a chopper and chase you to a corner and threaten to chop you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't take a metal ruler and hit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't take a cane and hit the most sensitive inner part of the thighs until you bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't take a clock and throw it at your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-6585622291912545670?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/6585622291912545670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=6585622291912545670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6585622291912545670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6585622291912545670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-bad-news.html' title='more bad news..'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-3166652889413983865</id><published>2007-05-17T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:22:03.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badminton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i've got to say this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm not on the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The only one not on the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yep. It's depressing and i got a huge blow when i found out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;See, on wednesday when we were playing against vj, joogal came before to ask me to help read out the names of the ppl in ac who were playing what. So he handed me the entire list of names of the 12 ppl on the team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Naturally, i checked to see if my name was on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It wasn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was a horrible way to find out. After so many matches, now i find out i'm not on the team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kind of numb at first. Tried to cry at home. Couldn't until about 11 plus. Cried myself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Told hokes. He's a great person to talk to. Thanks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;told donica today. good to know that there are people i can talk to and they'll comfort me though it's kind of difficult to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hearing me out is good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need to know why coach picked ann and not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then i can work on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But he doesn't really... pay attention to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like during training... he uses me, ann and marg to train the main players.. other than that.. we're left alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I... help ann to improve... and... in a way it's bitten me on my arse for doing something that ultimately resulted in me not being on the team...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Not saying that it's ann's fault... i should have tried to ask people to help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But.. you see.. i'm still used to Rv style of training...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The coach does what he can... but he obviously can't pay so much attention to everyone. So everyone tries to help everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In AC's training.. you're on your own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The dsa people just... don't bother to... try to help unless you ask... and even then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The seniors too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT saying they are horrible people... it's just.. different... and... it's kind of cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The thing is.. when i found out i'm NOT ON THE TEAM ( trying to drive the fact into my head), i told ann. And she was so shocked... but.. she's super relieved. I don't begrudge her that. Haha.. if i were her i'll feel that way too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then i told xiu juan... that's when i suspected that the clique knew. The clique referring to winnie, xiu, yun, jess, germ, gen, sarah, may, tinwai. Xiu wasn't all that surprised. Maybe it's coz she knew that i really really suck. But... yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i mean, if you know that i'm not on the team... please don't keep it from me? i've the right to know... since it's about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Although the kl trip really made me form bonds with the team, i still feel a great distance between me and the rest of the badminton girls. Whenever i see winnie and gen and yun and may, i said hi, at first. Sometimes they responded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today, i saw gen. she saw me. I lifted my hand to say hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She walked to the other side of her friend... away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I put down my hand and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saw May during geog tutorial. As she sat beside me, i said hi. She... kind of responded... with a nod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now, i just can't be bothered to say hi to any of them anymore. I.. really just can't be bothered anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I mean, how difficult is it to just say hi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't even bother to say hi to ben or teng anymore. Especially teng... he sorts of just ignores me. I have no idea why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Same with Jeco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In fact, the only people i still can talk to comfortably is ann, marg, tianloon, jon and xiu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The rest... i've just drifted away from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ok. But they're nice people... when i finally get their attention, they will joke and laugh with me. But... i still feel that distance whenever i talk to them or when i see them around. Maybe i'm just difficult to hang around with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT well.. i've decided to do my best in badminton and improve. Going to be thick-skinned and ask the dsa ppl for help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I"m still not over this... i won't be for quite some time.. so... forgive me if you see me spacing out.. or... being quieter than usual kay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Haha... i'll get over this depressed thingy... soon i promise haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;get things straight.. i'm not pissed with them. Pissed with myself... i didn't put in enough effort so... going to do my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-3166652889413983865?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/3166652889413983865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=3166652889413983865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3166652889413983865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3166652889413983865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/05/badminton.html' title='badminton'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-6167523612762145619</id><published>2007-05-05T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:50:20.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;It seems like most of my entries are on badminton. Oh well. badminton season's now... so it makes sense that i'll blab more about it yah? haha. SO..... all my friends out there just bear with me for now. I need an outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was training at JEC. As in the sports complex... not the entertainment center. I have concrete proof that i really really suck. Just ask Jing Kai. Coach came up to me and suddenly told me to play doubles against xiu and gen. Shook me up pretty bad. It was really out of the blue and i really didn't expect that. Then he went and said that i have to pair with one of the guys. Shook me up even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said.... play with Jing Kai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like that. I think i was quite obvious about not wanting to pair with him... jeco was laughing when i walked past him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering why i'm so relunctant to play with him. First of all, the difference in standard between Jing Kai and I is really really really really huge. I totally suck. Jing kai is damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah... i was damn nervous and relunctant to play. 'Cause i know i'm not good enough to play with those 3 people. To have to pair up with someone who's so good, and add in that fact that it's a guy that... i don't really talk much to... is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, it's not like i really know him. I can probably count the number of sentences i've spoken to him for the past 4 months on my hands and feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm not too fond of him. For certain reasons. Not saying that he isn't a nice guy lah... but... there are certain characteristics about him that i really don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah... it was a total trash score. EVen having a partner like JIng Kai can't do much to save the game. Felt really bad after the game. I mean, jeez, Jing Kai can probably trash them if he played alone. But with me dragging him down, like a big fat elephant... i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse of all, Jing Kai actually listened to what i told him the other time. I played doubles with him before and it was SUPER pressurizing because he didn't talk to me at all. And i felt like crap playing with him. So i told him that i felt totally uncomfortable ( understatement of the century) pairing with him. And this time, he made a conscious effort to talk to me, to try to get me to play properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to inform everyone, it didn't help. *sigh*. I suck man. But... i'm going to train like hell after the tournament so that all that i and the team have sacrificed won't go to waste. I"m sick of losing and sick of feeling so insecure about my skills ( though i have heck lot of right to be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i can go become those speakers who inspire people. I think i would be feeling inspired by myself if i weren't so darn tired. I'm going to be sleeping late every night now. Need to catch up on my studies. ANd freaking PW.Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. My intense dislike for Jing Kai has decreased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a slight degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least it decreased right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah... he's a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during the 'match', i could see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a nice person. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-6167523612762145619?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/6167523612762145619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=6167523612762145619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6167523612762145619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/6167523612762145619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/05/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-2937350058882274169</id><published>2007-05-03T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:43:20.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was a match against HC. Saw Deanna and bao jun but they got trashed by my cap and vice cap... too bad... haha... but HC really sucks lah. AT badminton anyway :D. Sorry...but it's true. So we trashed them 5-0, kudos to xiu, cui yun, winnie, germ, jess, gen, sarah. GOOD JOB PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt what i really wanted to blog was on JJ and Rj's match. They played against each otehr today. And as we all know... JJ is practically China coz they have 4 china players. 3 singles and 1 doubles player. Rj won JJ 4-1.BUt it was a tough fight... even for Siti. And the reason why she won was because the china girl she ewas playing against had a back injury. It was a walk over match. Siti lost the first set 11-9, won the 2 and 3 sets 11-1 and 8-2. By the end of the day... EVERYONE was cheering on RJ. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ really really sucks. Meaning their coach and their sportsmanship. Of course not all of the players had bad sportsmanship. It was mostly the Imports aka the China girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 1 had the grace to accept her defeat and her game well and refused to cheat. All the rest cheated like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say... the JJ girls play dirty. And i don't say that because of the China girls... though they too had a BIG FAT part to play in that image cultivated of them. Even the locals on the team play dirty and they desperately SUCK up to the china players. Especially the Queen ( the one who played against SIti).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.... they're just CHINA. Jeez. the girls were just groveling to the china girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, a brief summary of what the JJ coach does. He does sideline coaching and directs the players how and where to place their shots during the game, WHEN the players are playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Not allowed~* shakes finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach runs into the court during the game when the players ask for a break to tell them what they are doing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~STill not allowed~* shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach gives linesmen threatening looks when they say that the Imports hit an out shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Really not allowed~ *getting used to it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach shouts at Imports to change shuttle or not to change shuttle during the game... thus interfering withe the game... thus not allowing a fair match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Definitely not allowed~ * what the heck is his problem?!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ Coach and RJ coach gets into a verbal fight that is FILLED with tension during the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~... makes for a rather good entertainment show~ * stares with disbelief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking Queen Import orders subjects ( local JJ teammates) to give her their shoes because she's playing badly because of her shoes. Said shoes of one subject is thrown (literally) aside when they do not fit well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ coach screams at Locals to do her bidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ girls team make their way.. creeping... up to the side of the courts to cheer and distract opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ AGAINST the stupid rules~ * stares in disgust but what can i do?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS. JJ you will die. I promise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACJC lets rock the socks off JJ and chase the china school away. Hopefully, the coach and the school will be banned from this competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's train hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-2937350058882274169?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/2937350058882274169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=2937350058882274169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2937350058882274169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2937350058882274169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/05/match.html' title='Match'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-8371786035123695990</id><published>2007-04-26T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:18:33.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I"m so darn grateful to all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donica, Ann, Hokes, Justin, Jon, Xiu Juan, May, Winnie...even Tian Lun.. though all he did was hear me out. Even Jing Kai tried to help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all comforted me though... some didn't know the exact reason why though ithink if they read my blog they'll know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m not feeling too happy... but i'm not as depressed as i was yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to do my best tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokes gave me some lyrics... i forget them.. haha.. sorry hokes.. :D.. i appreciate your help:D ... you did help me cause you gave me some really great advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donica because you really comforted me by telling me to have hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann... cause you didn't forget me and you asked me what was wrong and heard me pour out my troubles even though you couldn't spend time with your class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin cause you approached me on msn and told me this really great thing. " Dear Lord, please grant me the strength to withstand the things i cannot change" Though i'm really really hoping that i'll become a better player... you reminded me that the Lord is always there for me... and he'll help me through this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon cause of yesterday... you stood in the drizzle even though it was bloody cold to listen to me grouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tian Lun, cause you make me laugh at your stupidity... let me forget my troubles for a while... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiu Juan cause you are my partner in crime as worrywarts. you left part of the load off me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May... cause you were there... even though we aren't able to see each other that easily cause you're in poly you still care enough to ask me about life... and help me through all the troubles of my life though you ahve your own problems. And for offering to pray for me... i really appreciate it cause i know you're DARN busy with your own course... Jia you for you ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie cause you talked to me about how i felt.. alittle anyway... and poured your cold water over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Kai though we don't know each other very well... you still asked me what was wrong and comforted me and said some really really encouraging remarks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really grateful to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have to say... God is the one who really really really helps me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying that the rest of you are lousy friends but... God is the one whom i confide in EVERYTHING... like seriously... everything i feel... everything i have trouble with the first person i look to is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... it's like...He really helps me.. cause i depend so darn heavily on Him without him... i think i'dve a mental breakdown months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayed to him so much last night... and this morning the devotions was on hope specifically for sports people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOd works wonders man.. WONDERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devotions this morning really helped. I'm not so depressed and worried now.... but... yeah... it's still there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOing to pray again tonight.... the worry is still there... it's coming back up... but... yeah... trust in the Lord...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOing to do my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to EVERYONE who helped me.. i really really appreciated your help... it really warms my heart to know i have such good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-8371786035123695990?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/8371786035123695990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=8371786035123695990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8371786035123695990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8371786035123695990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/04/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-3306949017325334050</id><published>2007-04-25T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:23:37.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, it's another badminton entry. No, it's not a happy one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm stressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know why i'm playing SO damn bad. Today's training was HORRIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosh. It's the first time training in ACJC was so bad that the 'f' word came out of my mouth SO many times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well. Coach made me play singles. Shit lah. Ok. so i play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lost to marg 11-3. lost to ann 11-1. What the hell??!! And it's like... most of the points were unforced errors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like.. i hit out. I drop out. I smash out. I serve out. i lob out. I drop into the net. I smash into the net. I net into the net. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And after every mistake, i went 'f'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't believe how badly i played lah. And it's like... i didn't even run much. I wasn't even sweating after the two matches. Basically because i was giving away points so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know what's my problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The worst thing is that there are 13 girls and only 12 places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess who's at the bottom of the list now? Most probably me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crap lah... i'm damn depressed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the two poor excuse of matches, i went outside to get a breather and get control of myself. I was so pissed off... i told coach that i fucked up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coach: how come so fast finish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me : aiyahhhhhhhhh don't talk abt it lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coach: but why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me: I fucked up every single shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone: *stunned*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yah. I was that pissed off with myself. LIke... what the hell man... I"m still pissed with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So i went out of the hall and stoned. Just stood there in the wind, wondering why i'm playing like shit. Didn't even do that badly in secondary school lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Winnie came out and asked me what was wrong. Told her. Then after a long while, she refilled her water bottle and asked me if i wanted her to pour water over my head. Ok, so she did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Didn't help much but i appreciated the help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Jonathan Chow came out and saw me and asked me what was wrong. By the way, i'm super super grateful to Jon. He pestered me to tell him what was wrong. And when i told him everything (censored version of course) i felt alittle better. Thanks Jon, really appreciated it :D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUt i still stoned outside in the rain course i was THAT pissed with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then it started to rain. It was so stupidly like one of those Channel 8 drama serials when the main character is so depressed that he walks in the rain and gets drenched. Differences between that and me is that the rain wasn't that heavy,and i was standing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then xiu juan came out and we started grousing about our performance. And worrying over the team. And of course, JJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we went back to the hall. Went to put badminton shoes into the cupboard. Except that the frigging thing was freaking locked. So i tried to open it. First try: unsuccessful. 2nd try: unsuccessful. Slammed against the door. Benjamin and Jon were watching me. I think Jon told ben i was freaking pissed. Then i think ben was going to tease me about being so violent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then i said the 'f' word. Again. Softly this time, though. BUt loud enough for ben to hear. And he smartly didn't try to tease me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then i controlled my temper which was extremely violatile at that moment and asked Ben very politely, to help me open the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I even said thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am SO VERY depressed and i think i won't make it to the team. Jeez... i can't express it well enough so that you'll understand just how worried I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sigh*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't want this to end up like last year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosh... i really really want to make it to the team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sound desperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yah, i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What am i going to do???!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Headache...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please.... someone help me ok?? I really really need it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just because i'm all so smiley in school doesn't mean that i don't feel down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't bully me or tease me all the time... there are tell-tale signs when i'm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All you have to do is to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sigh*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-3306949017325334050?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/3306949017325334050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=3306949017325334050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3306949017325334050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/3306949017325334050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/04/badminton.html' title='Badminton'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-2278274418186327042</id><published>2007-04-19T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:48:10.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL badminton trip: photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ridk39QPBTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vreb3QfKyac/s1600-h/badminton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055120019244909874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ridk39QPBTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vreb3QfKyac/s400/badminton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from top left: germain(cap) jessica (vice-cap) , erm.. jingkai whatever he's doing there... ,cui wen, coach, may, sarah, cui yun, winnie&lt;br /&gt;bottom left: xiu juan, ann, me, marg, genevieve&lt;br /&gt;yes i know, i look bald. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ann, xiujuan, winnie,cui wen, me, gen.&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to jump together at the same time... but.. alas.. unsuccessful. quite obvious i think. we all look like retards. HAHA. marg couldn't be bothered with us... we were on a shopping trip.. going back to hotel.&lt;br /&gt;after that ann and i went bowling not shopping... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ridk39QPBUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RzsNEx4BWmQ/s1600-h/badminton1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055120019244909890" style="WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" height="325" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ridk39QPBUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RzsNEx4BWmQ/s400/badminton1.jpg" width="433" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ridk4NQPBVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-ed2VNrxDvs/s1600-h/badminton2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055120023539877202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ridk4NQPBVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-ed2VNrxDvs/s400/badminton2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in s'pore.. last group shot.. miss the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ridk4NQPBWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/J-TEK_q8kz0/s1600-h/badminton3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055120023539877218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ridk4NQPBWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/J-TEK_q8kz0/s400/badminton3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at the last training.. with the kids there! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ridk4dQPBXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/11Ub9V8m2Jc/s1600-h/badminton4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055120027834844530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ridk4dQPBXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/11Ub9V8m2Jc/s400/badminton4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE! including the m'sian coaches and the guys and teachers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-2278274418186327042?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/2278274418186327042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=2278274418186327042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2278274418186327042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/2278274418186327042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/04/kl-badminton-trip-photos.html' title='KL badminton trip: photos'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/Ridk39QPBTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vreb3QfKyac/s72-c/badminton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-8957088550065523587</id><published>2007-03-28T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:32:07.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACJC</title><content type='html'>YAY. i love acjc. OK. I've changed classes... very sad but my new class is fun! I"m lit rep too. Jeez. Dunno whose bright idea. *ahemtanuahem*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Made many many manymanymany new friends. :D ok... you guys know about tianlun, long, johnathen chow, jacko chandra. Somehow i made 'friends' with this guy called Eugene. I think. DOn't really know his name. He's a fellow outcast like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaking of that... i've developed a strange habit of talking to strangers in ACJC. I don't know when or how it happened. It just did. See, i was walking along the walkway in ACJC, when i saw this guy and a girl buying econs books. Then i saw one of the books they bought and told them that book's useless coz lancelot lim told us lah. Then we started chatting. I realised that i don't know them... Donica knew the girl but not the guy... but i was the one who started talking to them first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I think it's because i'm ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm sick. FLu, cough, lost my voice.... jeez... and i'm still going for training..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Miss being in the same class as hokes, zong, cehp, muriel, yan, nat, lih yuan, eunice, even dheraj.. haha... love aa3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But aa4's good too! Have a really really really responsible class rep! de wei and roxanne. And they're damn funny. Wei Sheng too! haha... love being in the same class as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Same class as gina too. What;s the odds man. that my brother's church friend is in the same class as i. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-8957088550065523587?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/8957088550065523587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=8957088550065523587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8957088550065523587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/8957088550065523587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/03/acjc.html' title='ACJC'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-5002934443201975523</id><published>2007-03-16T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:39:58.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I"m so glad I decided to go for the KL trip.  Granted, I didn't bond with the J2s... no, make that didn't bond with the captain and vice for girls 'cause they were too busy, and i'm not any closer to some of the J1 girls except for Xiu Juan, but i made new friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  The first day was ok. There wasn't any training. Oh, by the way, it was a badminton trip to KL for training. So, the first day was mostly spent on the bus sleeping, playing cards. Quite mundane. Reached Royale Bintang at about 3 pm. The J2s had to go study 'cause they have terms next week. So the J1s went to Times Square to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Or so we wished...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  You know, Times Square has this amusement park? With only 3 hellish rides?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Yah. Cui Yun, Genevieve, Xiao Ting, Jing Kai, Jacko and I stupidly went to go sit those stupid rides. So we sat this ride which involves us being spun upside down fast, faster and repeatedly, plus hanging us upside down. I sat between Xiao Ting and Jacko and jeez... when the safety harness came down. Xiao ting and Jing Kai were talking about their privates being squeezed the hell out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  LIke i really needed to know that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  So after about 3 minutes, we all came down from that ride trembling and shaking and on high. So we went to sit the best ride there was. It's damn fast, goes in a loop around the amusement park, goes in a loop upside down, the turns are vertical etcetc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  So, we sat that. My heart was thumping so hard before the ride, freaking scared man. Xiao Ting and i sat at the back so that we won't have to see the ride. We're both scared of heights. Haha. So both of us were screaming out lungs out during the ride. And gosh, it was so damn FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  The thrill of it. Whoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  We sat the other rides and i had stupid Xiao Ting's saliva sprinkled all over my face on one ride. That stupid ass. Scream also cannot scream without spraying saliva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Anyway, that was basically what we did on the first day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  On monday, training started but we only had 3 hours training 'cause of some reason. Training wasn't as tough as i expected. In fact, it was fun, and my training, Zuul, is damn funny and nice. He made us do physical but he made it seem so fun. The other trainings, physical got tougher, but 'cause he's so nice, he made physical seem fun and not so tiring when you do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Tuesday was when the real training started. But training was super fun. And i actually liked training ever since i came to ACJC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  At night, on monday, Ann ( my roomie) and I washed clothes, played cards with Winnie, gen, xiu, cui, jing kai and may. Played bridge all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Then, for dinner, i made my first new friend! Actually, i should have already known him about 5 years ago but i don't recognize him. Benjamin Long. Haha. All you Pei hwa people tell me if you know Ben long. 'Cause i only remember Ben chan, Ben Chow, Ben chua. Apparently he was in recre bad in PHPPS and we played together before. I don't remember him at all haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Then I started calling him Long 'cause it's such an interesting name you know. Then traitors cui and gen ganged with him against me to give me a christian name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  What the freaking hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  So on Tuesday, everything was the same, except that i was in a freaking bad mood 'cause of some troubles that i have. Took it out on Ting. Poor guy. Went to Sunway lagoon to eat A&amp;W. Nice, but i wasn't hungry. In fact i wasn't hungry at all for the whole trip. Xiu, may and winnie noticed my bad mood and asked me if i was ok. Really touched. Haha. Because of them and Ann and Ting, my mood lifted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  So by the end i was damn hyper, at 6 plus. So ben, ann, ting, guo hao, Jonathan chow and Tian Lun and i went bowling. Actually, it was more of ann and i going along to make fun of them. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  And during that time, i made 2 more new friends. Jon and Tianlun. Jon is freaking tall and lanky lah. He's 181. Not as tall as xiao han, but still, he's like..22 cm taller than i?? Geez. In fact, all the guys there were at least 170cm. shit lah. Felt so freaking short. BUt i's ok, spent most of the time insultin Ben 'cause he's damn nice to make fun of. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  BUt have to say that he's a damn nice guy. In order to get to the bowling alley in times square, we have to walk through this dark alley with cars driving through it ever so often. So ann and i were walking behind most of the guys. Ben made us walk infront of him and he always pushed us to walk on the side of the road while he walked on the outer side of us. So nice right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  And super nice to make fun of. But sometimes feel abit guilty. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Resolution: don't make fun of nice guys too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  On wednesday night, last night liao. Same group of us went bowling again. Came back too late for roll call. Guo hao called Kishor. Good thing. 'Cause we reached the hotel at 10.45.  Role call was at 10.15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Ann and i washed our clothes and packed out stuff and went to ben's room to play cards at midnight. Tian lun was sleeping already cause he wanted to watch soccer at 3. So the 3 of us played taiti while waiting for jon and hao to come. And we played freaking asshole taiti.Super fun. Haha. was the prostitue for a while but i jumped to King. WAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA i rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  But i bonged at 1 plus. Jon wanted to bong as well but i took ben's bed and ben took the lower half of his bed. Haha. HAo and ann couldn't sleep, so they played stress/ speed. Jon just started disturbing ben cause his legs were sticking out from the bed. haha. damn funny. I stole ben's pillow and stole tianlun's pillow for jon. Hao stole ben's other pillow so he ended up with no pillow. HAha. But freaking benji stole my pillow and Jon and i ganged up against him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  But jon, hao and ann went to our room coz there they can make noise. Ben's next door roomie is our sch teacher. So ben and i slept until 2.30. Then he freaking woke me up at 2.30 so that we can go to my room to play cards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Anyway, at my room, i found hao with his stupid legs on my bed and he stole one of my pillows. That ass. So we got into a fight again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Played bridge, boiled water and ben stole my bed, pillow and blanket. Idiot. Then he stole my 2 pillows and ran off my bed. Stupid ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Slept at 3 woke at 6. Training at 8.30. ended at 10.45. Good thing it was just friendlies. so not that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Then we went back to the hotel and got onthe bus back to Singapore. EVeryone didn't want to go home. It was THAT fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Sat behind ben and tian lun with jon and hao. PLayed asshole taiti. Jon was sleeping and wow... he's damn flexible.  He's sleeping positions will give me neck cramps in about 5 mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Lunch and dinner was at restaurants, as usual. The food was great, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Trip back home was full of sleeping, eating, playing taiti, asshole taiti and bridge and talking. Oh, and i'm super jealous of tianlun's and ben's handphones. Damn nice and that games are damn nice too. wah lao. the functions are damn cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Gonna miss everyone, the late nights and the bowling. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Good thing going to have another one at the end of the year. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-5002934443201975523?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/5002934443201975523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=5002934443201975523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5002934443201975523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/5002934443201975523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/03/kl-trip.html' title='KL trip'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-117154970693970374</id><published>2007-02-15T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:30:33.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1AA3</title><content type='html'>MY class rocks. 1AA3. Cool group of people. We have Donica (spongebob), Chen Zong (patrick), Me (sandy), Cephas ( squidward) and Hoe koon ( krabbs). sarah, muriel and yan ling (mgs girls), Natalia (nat), Krystal, Eunice, Lin Yuan and Sui yin (sway) Huiwen, Cui yun, Xiu juan, jeannette and darshini and Dheraj and Shaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, there's nicholas too...-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i love my class. They rock lah. There's absolutely no bitchy peoplein my class. Everyone's nice to everyone and we're super bonded! Haha, First time my class is like that. Even though sway, krystal and shaz can't stay, you guys will always be part of 1AA3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going to school everyday coz the people are so fun. Dheraj is our resident clown; donica is another wei ting (-.-) ...wait... in fact.... chen zong, cep and hoex are all llike wei ting. So i've like.. graduated from being lamed and frozen by one lame idiot to 4 idiots....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. But it's damn fun. Chen zong can't decided whether he should be a starfish or a whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps doing his blowhole thing.... wah lao... and his patrick voice... oh man........... haha damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was like so down coz of training yesterday but zong, cep, hoex and don just cheered me up. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. Happy birthday hoex:D hope your wish comes true *hint* haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man... so many great things to write about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's training was also damn fun.... Juan and Gen were damn nice and helpful. I love you guys lots:D and extra thanks to juan for hearing me whine about my sad sad life . :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's recre badminton had lots of jokers.. Esp. water polo guys. HAHA. this guy had a totally screwed up scoring system. And he's damn vulgar too. HAHA.. Ivan's damn funny too. Poor thing... subjected to that polo guy's stupid scoring system. When that guy says F***, it's damn amusing. haha.... very cute.. the way he curse... and really really really colorful. And that's a great compliment coming from me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m really really grateful that i have such great classmates and i really really wish we will stay in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. i love 4H too.. miss you guys lots... esp weiting... though not your really dumb  jokes. Anyway, i think i'm going to put up a pic of my class on this blog soon. :D going to get the pic from sway or someone... i hope. HAha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-117154970693970374?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/117154970693970374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=117154970693970374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/117154970693970374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/117154970693970374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/02/1aa3.html' title='1AA3'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-116981373788319087</id><published>2007-01-26T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:15:37.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look. I think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;As in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hm....disappointed in the sec 3 juniors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't know what the hell they're doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-116981373788319087?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/116981373788319087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=116981373788319087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/116981373788319087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/116981373788319087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/01/look-i-think.html' title='Look. I think.'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-116912753750612846</id><published>2007-01-18T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:38:57.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badminton competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today i went to westwood to support the b div girls from rv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Qimin wasn't supposed to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, coach couldn't give a damn about what anna loh has to say and just put qimin's name in as 2nd singles.&lt;br /&gt;She was the only one who won out of the 5 matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her match is seriously awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Qimin was actually not supposed to play. She was suspended from training for 2 weeks by lob who obviously has no idea what that would have done to the team's moral. She told them to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She forgot to tell Coach wally to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qimin didn't touch the racquet for 2 weeks. She could only train her stamina. She only got the news that she was going to play today like only hours before the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, she was quite rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't give up at all during the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, she wore down her opponent. Of course her opponent was like Qimin. She didn't give up. She gave qimin a hard fight to the end. But of course, qimin persevered and won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that, we're all so proud of her. She made us see what could be done with determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have seen her face and felt the atmospher, it was wonderful. Everyone was cheering their lungs out for her. Partly because we sympathised with her plight, mainly because she gave us hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her match should have been recorded and shoved into the face of loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her match would have caused anyone to admire her. And she won some fans of her own (other than those in RV and her seniors and Joy's bf, Ernest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student umpires all wanted to shake hands with Qimin and at one point of time, in between sets, expressed her admiration even though she was supposed to be impartial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rest of the team tried their best. Quite a few rubber sets. Unfortunately, they just didn't have enough juice and luck to help them win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i'm proud of them and their spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Marian and norine were losing, they didn't lose hope and eventually clawed their way to a rubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, they lost. But their effort was remarkable nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say that Marian and Norine were the 2 whom i've taught. Or rather, tried to. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krismin was the 1st singles. Alot of pressure on her but she did her best. It was her first time playing 1st singles so she really felt the heat on her. It was evident that the lose haunted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok, we all saw your whole hearted effort and we don't blame you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chenghui's match was a loss. She could have won. Infact, they all could have won. But they tried their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super proud to call them my juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 double, i have to admit, i was disappointed. But i guess it's because they had all the pressure to carry on and win that crucial match that would have let us win bukit batok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This match was a critical one. But the b'div girls gave their all, and i couldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for the match against nanyang. Give it your all and don't have anymore regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can win them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come to support you if i can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-116912753750612846?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/116912753750612846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=116912753750612846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/116912753750612846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/116912753750612846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/01/badminton-competition.html' title='badminton competition'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-116791503063739202</id><published>2007-01-04T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T19:51:31.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACJC orientation: day 2 more fun!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any idea how fun the dances and the cheers and the orientation is??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, the first day was super sian. Maybe coz 1st day back at sch so everyone is super sian. Anyway, my ogl erwin and mish they're super cute. Esp, erwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ah, i shall only talk about today coz it's the only one worth talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to go play with starch. it's like everyone tries to squeeze on 10 chairs. 20 of us i think. then we pass the last chair to the first person. But to make things more difficult, starch mixed with soap was poured on everychair. So it's majorly slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to go play some flag game. So dumb. There 3 teams. 2 are saralonde, which is my clan, and another from erif or some other clan. So we saralondes agreed to gang against the other enemy clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other group stupidly went to go lose their stupid flag to the enemy clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we lost ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we lost. Even though it was 2 against 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As forfeit, we had to roll in mud. Since the field wasn't muddy, infact, quite hard. They decided to make it muddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POUR FREAKING water over the freaking ground and make mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was still relatively clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to play twister which is twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pour sticky starch other the mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make us put our cheeks on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH ALL THE SERIOUSLY WET MUD ON IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when all of us are innnocently playing the stupid game, they scoop mud and pour it on our backs. Sprinkling starch in our hair as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACtually it was quite fun. Once you get dirty, you're like HECK. Go get dirtier. So i went and scooped mud and happily smeared the og people in my group, including my ogls. HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor mish and erwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of us started to smear mud all over each other. LOL. Hui Ting was the worst hit in our group. Someone smeared mud all over her face. haha. And justine had a facial yesterday and she's plenty pissed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle went and slobbered mud all over my back. Then i went to get revenge and she grabbed me with her muddy hands and VOILA! i had mud all over my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should go take a dunk in the mud sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahneng and i then went to go find RV people to rub the mud on them. YOu know, spread the love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winne and Sinee were two of our victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we went to go dance. I tell you, our dance is SUPER NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go youtube and type acjc mass dance 2007 and watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of our dances. Our other dance more fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire was quite sian until we did the dancing. Then it was fun coz we did a mass human train and everyone was just grabbed along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no mood to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-116791503063739202?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/116791503063739202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=116791503063739202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/116791503063739202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/116791503063739202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2007/01/acjc-orientation-day-2-more-fun.html' title='ACJC orientation: day 2 more fun!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-116746937781119091</id><published>2006-12-30T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T17:02:57.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death note 2</title><content type='html'>I am NOT a trend whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, according to Shien, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known about death note like.....WAYYYYYYYYY before the craze hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having gotten that over and done with, deathnote 2 the movie really is good. There were some bad acting (mainly from the guy who plays Kira/Light a.k.a Tatsuya Fujiwara). Apparently, according to dah-ling kwanling when kira died she could see him still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, behold, is the man who can't hold his breath. tatsuya Fujiwara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reve.sans.fin.free.fr/BattleRoyale/Gallerie/TatsuyaFujiwara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="331" alt="" src="http://reve.sans.fin.free.fr/BattleRoyale/Gallerie/TatsuyaFujiwara.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://reve.sans.fin.free.fr/BattleRoyale/Gallerie/TatsuyaFujiwara.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or so kl says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK lah, Fujiwara can act. However, his co-stars, namely Ken'ichi Matsuyama a.k.a L/ Ryuzaki, can so totally act. Gosh, he really brought out the essence of L in the manga. His acting was really good and cute. You really can think of him as L. He's &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;good&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bringing to you L/Ryuzaki.&lt;a href="http://kenny-liu.com/images/042706/dnchar2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="298" alt="" src="http://kenny-liu.com/images/042706/dnchar2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kenny-liu.com/images/042706/dnchar2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or, Ken'ichi Matsuyama.&lt;a href="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/4639/shindopogy5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="315" alt="" src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/4639/shindopogy5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, this is the guy who plays L. Totally hot. See kwanling? He &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;cute!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And he's my brother's age. Which is...21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, Erika Toda aka Misa Amane is also a brilliant actress... Or maybe not. See, she plays a ditzy girl who's only goal in life is to sleep with Kira who by the way, is her hero 'cause he killed her family's murderer. So, she acts bimbotic, cute etcetc. However, she does act as Misa does in the manga. Well, Misa isn't all frills and bimbo. She does have some...depth. Some being the keyword here. But Toda managed that quite well. So... yep. I like her.Plus...she's &lt;em&gt;HOT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's Erika Toda.&lt;a href="http://www.flamme.co.jp/ErikaToda/image/flm_picbeto02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="314" alt="" src="http://www.flamme.co.jp/ErikaToda/image/flm_picbeto02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hot right?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Press Conference or whatever you call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.space.rakuten.co.jp/lg01/25/0000153225/52/imgc1b2d720mrjlmo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="224" alt="" src="http://image.space.rakuten.co.jp/lg01/25/0000153225/52/imgc1b2d720mrjlmo.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://image.space.rakuten.co.jp/lg01/25/0000153225/53/img01b04da6mrjtcg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://image.space.rakuten.co.jp/lg01/25/0000153225/53/img01b04da6mrjtcg.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flamme.co.jp/ErikaToda/image/flm_picbeto02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flamme.co.jp/ErikaToda/image/flm_picbeto02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Matsuyama is so adorable. HAHA. I really am going crazy over him. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, back to the movie. Deathnote 2 is really worth your money. It's really... intense. It grabs you by the shoulder and shakes you like a rag doll. Much like me slapping Jiateng. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching it on the day it opened was really cool. 'Cause you have a cinema hall FULL of people. It really was full house. The atmosphere really can be felt by everyone. It's so much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was funny at times but tense and... for me sad. Oh yeah...i'm an emotional bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, the movie has the perfect mix of feelings. And it keeps from becoming too serious and tense. See, when the police team, Kira and L were in the conference room, they were looking for the 3rd kira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary&lt;br /&gt;Original kira lost his memory&gt;&gt; death note passed to some hot, ambitious woman named takada &gt;&gt; kills many many people &gt;&gt; Kira and L work together bring her down&gt;&gt; kira finds a clue&gt;&gt; L gives him a thumbs up that's totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.......my review isn't very good and doesn't do it justice so all of you should just go watch it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually has a good plot, good acting, hot actors and actresses. This kind of mix is hard to come by nowadays. 'Cause you have lousy chick flicks like step up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Note: How To Read 13 revealed many facts about L. His true birth name is L Lawliet (pronounced 'low-light'), confirming the suspicion of some, based on his drastic difference in appearance compared with the other characters and the little that is actually known of his history: that he is either not full Japanese or is not Japanese at all. His date of birth is Halloween of 1979, making him notably older than he appeared to have been, and his date of death is November 5, 2004. His height and weight are 179cm/50kg (5'10.5"/110lbs.), which would have meant he was severely underweight. This is rather peculiar, since he is almost always seen eating sweets. His likes and dislikes are listed as sweet-tasting things and socks, respectively. (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Characters_of_Death_Note#L_in_the_movie"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Characters_of_Death_Note#L_in_the_movie&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, L is ALWAYS eating sweety stuff. And i mean seriously SWEET. Yuck. It's really gross to see him adding like, half a bottle of syrup on chocolate or something as sweet or perhaps even sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's supposedly underweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flamme.co.jp/ErikaToda/image/flm_picbeto02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.space.rakuten.co.jp/lg01/25/0000153225/58/imga3af7602mrkvxc.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361993-116746937781119091?l=sweet-contraire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/feeds/116746937781119091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361993&amp;postID=116746937781119091&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/116746937781119091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361993/posts/default/116746937781119091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-contraire.blogspot.com/2006/12/death-note-2.html' title='Death note 2'/><author><name>dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08810504469934404092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XbTzL0qylvI/R-pKTtjYR3I/AAAAAAAAALg/gh7bRyObdj8/S220/Wei+Rong+Funny6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361993.post-116731240783902626</id><published>2006-12-28T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:37:35.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4H chalet and a little bit of deathnote 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry... badminton chalet more fun. BUT... class chalet was also fun lah. hm... let me try to remember what happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I started off alone. ALong the way i met up with mayqi. Good thing 'cause i didn't know where the chalet was. So we went there and we paid $1 to get into the stupid chalet. In the end, we went to the wrong one. We were supposed to go past that theme park.. er.. the name of said theme park is.. er...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the non- wet one. I'm suddenly afflicted with short-term memory so i can't remember. MUst be because i watched deathnote 2 today. HAHA. Damn nice. L is super duper cute. And i hate the ending... it's quite different from the manga. I'm not going to spoil it for those who haven't watched it yet. Kira sucks. L rocks. Watched it with kwanling the hole. ACtually, we weren't planning on watching it. We 'scissors paper stone'-ed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I chose curse of the stupid golden freaking flowers. Kl wanted confessions of the bloody pain. Then after that, walking to cine, i said charlotte's web was nice. So we decided to watch that. While we were walking there, we met with yu jia and jiateng and someone else from rv but i don't know her name. They said they watchig deathnote 2. I whacked KL coz it's her fault that she didn't watch the 1 one. Then i psycho-ed KL into watching deathnote 2. THANK YOU GOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we caught the 1.55 show and we got great seats! In the middle row center . HAHAHAHHAAAHHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Death note is nice. go watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, back to chalet. We met up with jiateng and got there. Um... first day actually nothing much. Just... we had bbq.. played halo... got trashed....erm... yeah. that just about sums it up for the first day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;erm. ok. let me recall. Er.. doing the bbq... i was helping bryan with the stupid fire. Then that dumbdumb huihui had to go try take pictures of us together.. like....hm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah. so....... later we went to the kopitiam. It rained like siao after we came out. I think we went to play pool. Oh yah. We went to play pool. Pool rocks. So anyway, we played halfway, weiting and the 2F ppl came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then someone and i ran back in the rain to the chalet. I was TOTALLY SOAKED. i think it was weiting. ANyway, i bathed.. played halo...i think... er... watched people play mahjong... er... went upstairs..and... played... er... snap blackjack with kat, simin, wt, huihi, rach, mq etcetc...stupid game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really stupid. It' s like........ retarded. Don't need brain. Bridge so much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd day better. played some car racing game with bong. sucked at it. played halo some stupid x-men game...really stupid game too. and pool. Puishan and mayqi left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um... watched... mimic. see. this's what happened. FIrst, this dvd player weizong had was used. Operating on battery. Mid-way through the movie, at the exciting part, the battery ran out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:*&amp;@*#^@$%#&amp;amp;^$%&amp;@*^&amp;amp;*#&amp;^@*&amp;amp;$%#&amp;^$"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;*&amp;amp;@*#^@$%#&amp;^$%&amp;amp;@*^&amp;*#&amp;amp;^@*&amp;$%#&amp;amp;^$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;@&amp;^#^!&amp;amp;*(@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then i went upstairs to watch. Stupid show. Then a whole group of us watched step up. STupid boring show. Only the dancing was nice lah. Then there was the mother-daughter bonding part. Frederick wanted to fastforward! SO MEAN! i mean, that's supposed to be a touching moment, we're supposed to savour the moment when enlightenment hits the mother that her daughter's happy dancing and she shouldn't bother the daughter etcetc...but the finale was nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, where was i...oh yah. After step up i played xbox again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realise i'm acting like my juniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;er.... well.. basically... the chalet was a let down. Not because of the people...though i do beg to differ in some cases.. but the point is.. the reason why you find the freaking chalet boring is because it was RAINING 24/7. Like, rain and rain and rain and rain more heavily and rain less heavily and rain my butt out and rain little drizzles and rain big drizzles and rain big drops and rain hailstones (nah, just kidding). So it was just raining. So most of us were cooped up in the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Most' being the keyword. Leonard and gang excepting the presence of derrick who was busy snogging his girlfriend somewhere... lol... JOKE...the was the night of the bbq, derrick wasn't even here yet. So, the gang of boys went cycling in the rain. Not little drizzle rain. But huge hailstones banging on your head, typical 'scary' ghost show kind of BIG FAT HUMONGOUS FREAKING DROPS OF BLOODY RAIN!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*ahem* I'm just commenting. Bunch of idiots. Of course they came back soaking wet. But they being the cool, you-can-look-but-hands-off kind of guys they're not, they just strutted about after having a nice, freezing cold soak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to the 2nd day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the lousy waste of my precious time stupid show called step up, a group of us went to play pool. Ok, maybe it's lame, but pool is really damn fun. So we noobies, namely me, weiting, rach, huihui, simin, kat etcetc went to play pool. Oh, did i call kat a noob?? I take that back. She's no noob. Well, she's not exactly a professional but she's...good enough for...well...the rest of us noobies. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, Weizong, yilun, chin keat, jiateng,frederick blahblahblah all came and played too. Basically, 4H more or less caught the pool bug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course, all of them are noobs too. Some are actually more crappy players than i, believe it or not. And i thought my skills were crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Needless to say, we spent a damn lot of money at the pool tables. But it was worthwhile. Haha. Thanks to sinee and junjie... I took up pool. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, well, let me fast forward to night time. I wanted to play bridge. I was aching to play some games that aren't brainless (like snap blackjack). Sorry kat. But only I and leonard and derrick and jing jie knew how to play. So we played. Later somehow it was moved upstairs. Levon and tiffy wanted to know how to play. So Wei Zong taught tiffy while Levon came under my teachings. Needless to say, when the two of them played with derrick and leonard, Levon won many of the games while Wei Zong's failure of a disciple failed him... Haha. Of course, levon won with my guidance (thank you very much) and with luck and the most important...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE NEVER CHOSE DERRICK AS A PARTNER. Most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, gosh. Derrick. Great way to earn money from him. Just play bridge with him and hope to hell that you don't get him as a partner. It's a high-risk, high-penalty, high-reward game when you play with derrick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hardcore dare devils... i'm calling out to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As a result, whenever derrick bids, leonard will bid against him. In fact, EVERYONE will bid against derrick. One wonders hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But of course he did improve..somewhat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, it was really late at night, or really early in the morning, depending on your point of view. Wei Zong wanted to sleep. And he actually spewed out some sort 
