<?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-11681967</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:46:42.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>donkey abuser</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-114043461690127919</id><published>2006-02-20T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:23:40.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had kayak marathon yesterday. god, i feel so nua now.&lt;br /&gt;i feel as thought i'm a piece of rainbow kueh wobbling on a dish. or as though i just gave birth to triplets. or... i just used biore blackhead removers all over my body. or like i just fried my shoulders and steamed my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, the feeling is good.&lt;br /&gt;heh. still can't believe i completed it. 28.8 freaking kilometres!!&lt;br /&gt;and the team.. won stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and NJ broke their law. they ate macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;and i won a bright pink swimming cap.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw dragonfly pornography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we (kayakers) hitched a ride on saturday. geez. i was surprised anyone even stopped for us. nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice nice super nice uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-114043461690127919?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/114043461690127919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=114043461690127919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/114043461690127919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/114043461690127919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2006/02/had-kayak-marathon-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-113869992248667774</id><published>2006-01-31T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:32:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today my dad opened a can of coke and the pop made my hamster jump.&lt;br /&gt;omg. poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;so i fed it pineapple tarts to calm it's nerves.&lt;br /&gt;instead, it went high.&lt;br /&gt;geez. guess it's deprived of sugar or smthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me. there are so many damn bottles/tins/containers of pineapple tarts at home. after polishing off 2 tubs during the visiting n snacking, we still have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see... we have this huge jar, made by 4 gugu. then the large circular tub thing of bengawan solo. and 2 tins of prima deli which my dad bought. adding on the two tins that i bought in chinatown. and a tin from my dad's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totalling up to 7 tins.&lt;br /&gt;wow. no wonder we're eating n wasting pineapple tarts as though it's free.&lt;br /&gt;-i chopped up half a tin of prima deli's to make pineapple tart ice cream. [ anybody wanna try? ]&lt;br /&gt;-fed the hamsters&lt;br /&gt;-fed the dog next door&lt;br /&gt;-fed my bro &lt;em&gt;hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-daddy actually dropped one into the fish fountain thing on &lt;em&gt;accident&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;and somebody froze the bengawan solo for next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. theres still the walnut cookies n melon seeds n chocolate &lt;em&gt;*huge smile*&lt;/em&gt; n sugee cookes n almond cookies n normal cookies n jelly n ba gwa n drinks n carbonated drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i think i have the perfect explanation to address this rare phenomenon. &lt;em&gt;think i spelt that wrongly....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad = a man, correct? not domestic goddess.&lt;br /&gt;so my dad, judging from the experience of last year, when my cousins all came over like some low class &lt;em&gt;hahaha &lt;/em&gt;connoisseur mafia led by joewee. master of vanishing food.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, they came over and every damn thing was wiped out la. all the 3 thousand boxes of hersheys n cadbury, 1 tonne of ba gwa, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, at the supermarket, he goes.. THERE WASNT ENOUGH LAST YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;so he buys double.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;me, being the oldest female in the house and thus the supposed cny-stuff-buy-er feels guilty cos like, yea, i'm supposed to get the stuff blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;so standing at the supermarket entrance...&lt;br /&gt;i think in my head too, THERE WASNT ENOUGH FOOD LAST YR.&lt;br /&gt;so i do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we completely ignore the fact that nice people exist. we give them they give back.&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i remember william yeo's geog lecture. too much resources so we give birth to more babies. or smthing like that. i wasnt paying much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou shalt end thee mindless crappin here.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-113869992248667774?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-113836136556871746</id><published>2006-01-27T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T19:29:25.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>x-country today.&lt;br /&gt;heh. can't believe we actually accomplised that much without actually training for it.&lt;br /&gt;the guys (minus ben plus ck) are so so so damn pro.&lt;br /&gt;*completely awed*&lt;br /&gt;and mr lawrence 'made' us skip flag raising.&lt;br /&gt;completely cool.&lt;br /&gt;tho i think he's a lil pissed at my position. n for screaming.&lt;br /&gt;opps.&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun. =) and it endded so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[am using this mud mask thing i stole frm the toilet. not sure whos it is.. pimples be gone!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midnight shopping at tiong baru plaza later with some teammies :D&lt;br /&gt;*huge smile*&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-113800952756493821</id><published>2006-01-23T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:45:27.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did you know they have huge adidas duffel bags that are completely light pink and lavender? it's disgusting! omg. who would buy it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, didnt go to school today so i have the time to use me com. yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;and i got me new yr stuff already. i just bought what i liked.. didnt really figure out what was to match what, so good luck to me huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yea. dont know what to blog bout anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye lil diary. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-113704260723225663</id><published>2006-01-12T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T13:10:07.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kimchi and ugly dboaters.</title><content type='html'>KOREA rocked!&lt;br /&gt;haha, i know i'm about a month late...&lt;br /&gt;but still, KOREA ROCKED!&lt;br /&gt;wheehee.&lt;br /&gt;it's ironic. i miss the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like last week when we hiked up the lil mountain.&lt;br /&gt;and i screamed at eric to hurry up with his shitting (in the toilet tent)&lt;br /&gt;and beijing mien.&lt;br /&gt;and choco pie.&lt;br /&gt;huge smile.&lt;br /&gt;team chainsaw, we're rockers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-113704260723225663?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-113375561270529469</id><published>2005-12-05T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:06:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised that our team has gotten lots closer.&lt;br /&gt;training is seriously becoming more enjoyable. not the part where cher's kukuness comes in, but the part where weilun is crapping or dezhi keeps asking abt food or when ck n *ahem* are blosso**** together.&lt;br /&gt;geez.&lt;br /&gt;and my new yr's resolution is to stop pms-ing so much. tho seriously, i have no idea i can lose that much control over my anger. heh.&lt;br /&gt;canoein has bought me ugly broad shoulders n horrible tan lines.. but i must admit some of the best times in my life was during canoeing. haha, if not for canoeing i wouldnt be here, i wouldnt have rad.&lt;br /&gt;and ck.&lt;br /&gt;and benicol fiascos&lt;br /&gt;and i wouldnt have the guts to walk ard suntec in tights&lt;br /&gt;or fermented soybeans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-113375561270529469?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/113375561270529469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=113375561270529469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/113375561270529469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/113375561270529469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-realised-that-our-team-has.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-113171871520892443</id><published>2005-11-11T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T22:18:35.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel this whole thing being taken off me. the thing would be smthing close to a very uncomfortable t-shirt or a pair of shoes too large, something like that. yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;PW's over but i have this horrible feeling abt it.&lt;br /&gt;my script wasn't in sync with the slides at all =( *pissed*&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, it's over anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some holiday this is turning out to be. not that i didnt expect it, but i'm just so sick of trying. maybe i want to go because i want to escape it all. maybe it's cos i hate life in nanyang so much. and i shut my big mouth cos i know i'm in on credit. i'm sorry. my chi clashes with the school's feng shui or smthing. and theres another reason... that theres no point complaining anyway. dammit i hate this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my sec sch yrs i don't think i ever REALLY fit in. esp with girls. although i really want to. with the exception of maybe ***** i've nv felt completely at ease with erm, girls. which happens to be freakin ironic cos i'm a girl myself. and they throw me in a class thats like zero terestrone ( i dunno how to spell!!! ) i can't even have a conversation without reflecting back n asking myself if i sounded too fake or bimbotic or whatever. thank god for les*****.&lt;br /&gt;i feel as though all i can relate to is rad. and he hates being with me. especially in school. god i seriously need to vent this out. it's been the longest i've kept it in. i don't know why i'm in ny. other than the fact i came cos rad came. which proved to be entirely stupid. it's not that the people aren't nice or the environment sucks. maybe it's just me. i just can't imagine another year thru all that hell from studying and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that it's too late to say this too but i'm really not an arts person. i got last in level for geog during prelims in gess. one of the only two F9-ers. and mr giam said during the results analysis thing that he hoped the two F9-ers can push it up to a D at least. and on top of that, i got F9 straight. the whole way. i missed E8 by 0.6 marks once. grr. thats how pathetic i am. my god i sound like a whiny bitch. but i guess it's fine. nobody really reads this stuff anyway. *jumps off chair with butt muscles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my mom. i miss rad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-113171871520892443?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/113171871520892443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=113171871520892443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/113171871520892443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/113171871520892443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-feel-this-whole-thing-being-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-113134988198050918</id><published>2005-11-07T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:51:21.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised how superficial this whole place is. i mean like, hello. just becos i dish the dirt on somebody when he/she is not present does not mean i'm backstabbing. i mean, we're all 17 so grow up la. everybody has imperfections. if somebody has a freaking problem with commas and fullstops then correct it. crying and acting pathetic will only get you that far.&lt;br /&gt;it's not as if i don't like you. i dont like the way you work. so please get that straight.&lt;br /&gt;yes. i admit i'm mean now but this has been dragging on forever. lets get what needs to be done done. it's not just all about you all the time. and i'm sick of that. u know u owe it to us. so start contributing. and fyi, research doesnt drop from the sky. we did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-113134988198050918?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/113134988198050918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=113134988198050918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/113134988198050918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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"&lt;br /&gt;- it was obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached school at abt 730 and was planning to sit in the toliet n sleep or smthing when i saw darling mitzyboo.&lt;br /&gt;and the blardy exam started late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays the i met up with chaikee&lt;br /&gt;and ate some really disgusting noodles at 7-11&lt;br /&gt;( ohmygod, i swear that was SO potent. )&lt;br /&gt;and we took a cab down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;i've always imagined myself in my late 20s doing absolutely nothing and lazing by some really clear green blue beach suntanning and throwing coconuts ard.&lt;br /&gt;(i got the throwing-coconuts idea from the 2g chalet which was a thousand years ago.)&lt;br /&gt;so you can imagine my horror when our super act fierce&lt;br /&gt; handsome hunky adorable darling coach tells us to have some stupid coconut throwing relay race. *booo...*&lt;br /&gt;i was imagining myself struggling to stay in the boat while the coconut drifts futher n futher away..&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it was damn funnn!!!&lt;br /&gt;(esp the fact that we din havta do any punishment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. and i thought that was it for water training.&lt;br /&gt;but nooooo, he just had to make sure we went home late.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;wad stupid stupid race with some inhuman lil boy boys that are SUPPOSED to lose to us. bullshit larrr.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. they're fast (or maybe i'm slow)&lt;br /&gt;so as it ended up i did 160 pushups (30 for dezhi n ck ) as punishment.&lt;br /&gt;and cin cheated!!&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. when u're fat n annoying i guess u can't really help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which i met up with tham yx n we went to NB&lt;br /&gt;didnt quite enjoy the company (daryl only, actually the rest were fun) tho the drinks were nice - i shud go with joel the next time. hahahahaha. *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;we stayed with them till bout 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;was stuck out of the house cos i forgot my keys and my dad wuld kill me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so, yupp reached home bout 9, almost 10 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;DEAD tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to meet mommy on thurs - wheeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-113090597210581330?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/113090597210581330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=113090597210581330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/113090597210581330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/113090597210581330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/11/monday-was-one-helluva-day.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-113007920616752570</id><published>2005-10-23T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:53:26.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;REVAMP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-113007920616752570?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112896022473789733</id><published>2005-10-10T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T00:03:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FREAK mr lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAK conrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAK that chico ass from that chico shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAK men in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for letting me know that i'm not worth a single cent, for draining my soul. for letting me know that being nice isnt worth it. that being a good person won't change anything, it won't make sweet chilli sauce spicer, not even make my blood warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're an asshole. i'll work on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112896022473789733?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112878519129713840</id><published>2005-10-08T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T23:26:31.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Se7en Meme Baton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things That Scare Me&lt;br /&gt;1. hospitals&lt;br /&gt;2. losing control&lt;br /&gt;3. the dark ; darkness&lt;br /&gt;4. losing ( but having lost already )&lt;br /&gt;5. the 1 second that separates "10 s to start' and the bang&lt;br /&gt;6. loneliness ( but i'm fine with being alone )&lt;br /&gt;7. losing my loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Like Most&lt;br /&gt;1. the sense of achievement&lt;br /&gt;2. lying in a bed with ***&lt;br /&gt;3. weird new experiences&lt;br /&gt;4. purple&lt;br /&gt;5.clothes&lt;br /&gt;6. a hybrid of punk and goth ( just the style )&lt;br /&gt;7. chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Important Things In My Room&lt;br /&gt;1. bed&lt;br /&gt;2 carebear&lt;br /&gt;2.air conditioner&lt;br /&gt;3. photos&lt;br /&gt;4. mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;5. bunch of dried roses&lt;br /&gt;6. unforgivablily messy desk&lt;br /&gt;7. turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Random Facts About Me&lt;br /&gt;1. i can't spell for nuts&lt;br /&gt;2. i snore&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm cynical person&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm addicted to coke light with lemon mixed with choya&lt;br /&gt;5. sometimes i talk before i think. which is v v v v v bad.&lt;br /&gt;6. i like houseflies and moths. they are cute.. in a way, arent they?&lt;br /&gt;7. when i fall, i fall hard. and it ain't cos i'm heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Plan To Do Before I Die&lt;br /&gt;1. see the world&lt;br /&gt;2. find out who i am&lt;br /&gt;3. learn more stuff&lt;br /&gt;4. sports. go carting, wakeboard, canoe more, ice skate, dance, kickbox, become an energizer bunny&lt;br /&gt;5. get a cat&lt;br /&gt;6. learn how to love&lt;br /&gt;7. cut my hair short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Can Do&lt;br /&gt;1. canoe! (and capsize)&lt;br /&gt;2. consume scary amounts of food&lt;br /&gt;3. WHINE. then start insulting&lt;br /&gt;4. get a close to 600 buck phone bill&lt;br /&gt;5. cry non-stop&lt;br /&gt;6. act&lt;br /&gt;7. touch my nose with my lip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Can't Do&lt;br /&gt;1. run&lt;br /&gt;2. do a high pitch scream&lt;br /&gt;3. stay focused when i study&lt;br /&gt;4. study for more than a day without slacking&lt;br /&gt;5. act intellectual&lt;br /&gt;6. act cute&lt;br /&gt;7. shake my booty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Say The Most&lt;br /&gt;1. ass&lt;br /&gt;2. hey bitches!&lt;br /&gt;3. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;4. muaaacch.&lt;br /&gt;5. i am so screwed. so screwed&lt;br /&gt;6. dieded&lt;br /&gt;7. f***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Celeb Crushes&lt;br /&gt;1. alan smith&lt;br /&gt;2. robbie williams&lt;br /&gt;3. that korean guy in the winter sonata show&lt;br /&gt;4. the jap guy in the jap show&lt;br /&gt;5. the lead singer of mayday&lt;br /&gt;6. leehom&lt;br /&gt;7. mr punk'd :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 People Who Have To Do This&lt;br /&gt;1. tham ying xuan&lt;br /&gt;2. fiqah&lt;br /&gt;3. errrs.&lt;br /&gt;4. to 7. everyone that hasnt done it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112878519129713840?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/112878519129713840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=112878519129713840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112878519129713840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112878519129713840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/10/se7en-meme-baton-7-things-that-scare.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112860323350388279</id><published>2005-10-06T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:53:53.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey lil diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been here much.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i just talked to melvin, he got A B D for his prelims. woah.&lt;br /&gt;congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i just realised how lucky i was to get D ( it, shalt not be mentioned........... )&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, to get it and recover so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee~!&lt;br /&gt;*I'M STRONG!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise ( solemnly, i must add ) for the random hysteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*returns to ECONS - and as mr lawrence puts it, if i pass econs i wiil know the reason why i'm jobless or bankrupt if i am ever, jobless or bankrupt - bangs wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s going shopping with THAM ying xuan tml.&lt;br /&gt;-MATERIAL JUNK PUTS A SMILE ON ME-&lt;br /&gt;yays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112860323350388279?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/112860323350388279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=112860323350388279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112860323350388279'/><link rel='self' 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with $5.&lt;br /&gt;you return $1 to A&lt;br /&gt;and return another $1 to B.you are left with $3.&lt;br /&gt;you now owe A $24 and B $24.&lt;br /&gt;BUT ...&lt;br /&gt;if you add what you owe A which is $24&lt;br /&gt;and what you owe B which is $24 too.&lt;br /&gt;the total would be $48.&lt;br /&gt;and you plus the $3 that you have left.&lt;br /&gt;its $51!&lt;br /&gt;so where did the $1 come from???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112843507742820800?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/112843507742820800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=112843507742820800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112636244698919076</id><published>2005-09-10T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:27:27.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Here is my confession &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May I be your possesion &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy I need your touch &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love kisses and such &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all my might I try &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this I can't deny &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I play it off but im dreamin of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll keep my cool but I'm fiendin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to say good bye and I choke &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I try to hide it it's clear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be insanely filled with joy. delirious from your last touch.&lt;br /&gt;tell me baby, tell me u love me.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'll not handle it if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;teach me how to love you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm eager to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112636244698919076?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/112636244698919076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=112636244698919076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112636244698919076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112636244698919076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/09/here-is-my-confession-may-i-be-your.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112575625159635827</id><published>2005-09-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:11:00.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was in the ball section of the supermarket yest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many oxi are castrated for one packet of beef balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112558658028749671</id><published>2005-09-01T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:56:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am gonna miss you like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112558658028749671?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/112558658028749671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=112558658028749671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112558658028749671'/><link 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everything repeated over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm cranky and weird&lt;br /&gt;but dont ask me whats wrong, cos if i want to spill it i will.&lt;br /&gt;i cant say it here. what if it ends up elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can pretend. i will pretend.&lt;br /&gt;dammit i am pretending....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez. i dont even know what i'm writing.&lt;br /&gt;fucking emo&lt;br /&gt;fucking mood&lt;br /&gt;fucking hormones&lt;br /&gt;fucking hair&lt;br /&gt;fucking mauldin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i want &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112541092609361795?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/112541092609361795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=112541092609361795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112541092609361795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112541092609361795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/08/so.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112477969715643372</id><published>2005-08-23T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:28:08.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was with sean in ispace on monday, and we started talking abt hormones.&lt;br /&gt;geez.&lt;br /&gt;they actually leave the hormones in newater?!&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd *recalling how to breathe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just imagine the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't just about self identity anymore.. people who are straight won't be straight.&lt;br /&gt;[errs. that sounded abit bimbotic.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, the foods we eat these days are seriously screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;imagine if our great great great grandparents saw instant noodles. they would have thought it was a sponge or smthing.&lt;br /&gt;[spongebob WILL BE insulted]&lt;br /&gt;canned drinks!&lt;br /&gt;colombus wuld probably have used a carton of beer as his ship's anchor.&lt;br /&gt;every freakin thing we put in our mouth is processed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- then again, what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;people today eat supplements to counter the junk they put into their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunatly, i am one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fyi, i DID gag when nigella lawson said, 'these juicy chunks.. oooh. nothing my mouth can't accomodate.'&lt;br /&gt;*eww sick balls balls balls v. sick gross! - my mind is clean*&lt;br /&gt;guys, friends, normal people (that enjoy good clean fun) - this IS about food, isnt it?lets not veer off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate tiramisu ice cream yest.&lt;br /&gt;oh man. coffee liquor and chocolate fudge swirlled in french vanilla with chunks of fudge n cake.&lt;br /&gt;like, O H M Y G A W D.&lt;br /&gt;you just need to put a spoonful into ur mouth... and close ur eyes&lt;br /&gt;suddenly- the flowers bloom, the sun sets and rises again, the 4 seasons flash by and at that very moment, life culdnt be better.&lt;br /&gt;[okayyyy. who am i kidding]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby if I ever get the chance to be with you again I would sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the feeling that I feel within&lt;br /&gt;No other man would ever make me feel so right&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to smile when I get your phone call at night&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather have you here with me, right next to me&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you hold me tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112461183527154100</id><published>2005-08-21T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:44:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooookies.&lt;br /&gt;-feelin bouncy-&lt;br /&gt;ltc camp was a week ago, and so so so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;thanks FELICIA, WEI YUN, WEN JIE, KONNIE, PINGQI, DENNIS, DEXTER, RYAN, SIMIN, WENDY, ALEX, RAYMOND, CHUNGTHAI, JINGYI N YING HUI. =))))&lt;br /&gt;frodos, we rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/purplecloud/ltc-1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/purplecloud/ltc-16.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/purplecloud/ltc-7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/purplecloud/ltc-18.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to konnie : sorry 4 makin u dream abt snoring.&lt;br /&gt;ryan : i'm sorry i'm not strong enough to grab ur butt. ur CG is really heavy... what do u think i'm made of huh? haha&lt;br /&gt;felicia : we suck at fishing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112461183527154100?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/112461183527154100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=112461183527154100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112461183527154100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112461183527154100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/08/ooookies.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112461007889289214</id><published>2005-08-21T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:51:05.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there, i'm finally updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know like how in those action flims when everybody just dies in a matter of minutes?&lt;br /&gt;as if death is nothing more than life. seriously tho, death is really nothing more than life.&lt;br /&gt;in reality, many people die everyday. even more people mourn daily too.&lt;br /&gt;why is it human nature to lose love and regret, rather than to love and forget.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, lets just face it. nothing lasts forever. including love. inculding memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i to ask for love when i don't have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. okay, thanks for bein there when i needed somebody. thanks for replying even. i wasn't even expecting a reply. it reaLLLY meant alot to me. thanks so much! yepp. love ya lots, friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better stop here before i continue to write in circles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112461007889289214?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/112461007889289214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=112461007889289214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112461007889289214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112461007889289214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-there-im-finally-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112394334178812906</id><published>2005-08-13T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:35:18.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075171550_uizzesFire.jpg" border="0" alt="Fire"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your element is Fire: Strong, hot tempered,&lt;br&gt;powerful, and passionate. Well now lets see,&lt;br&gt;being fire you are quite strong and powerful,&lt;br&gt;people look up to you greatly and often seek&lt;br&gt;your protection. You have the ability to gain&lt;br&gt;many friends and you are always one people can&lt;br&gt;count on to do what you say you will do. You&lt;br&gt;are extremely loyal be it friends or family&lt;br&gt;you'll stick up for them and you are never&lt;br&gt;willing to put them in a position that could&lt;br&gt;hurt them. You know what roll you play in life,&lt;br&gt;leader, and you intend to let people know it.&lt;br&gt;Not everyone is capable of leadership but you&lt;br&gt;certainly have the willpower and flare to do&lt;br&gt;it. You have quite a temper if it shows itself,&lt;br&gt;one that can often lead you into trouble. Once&lt;br&gt;your mind is made up there is no changing it&lt;br&gt;but no one said that was a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.%3A-%7CWhat%20is%20your%20true%20element%3F%7C-%3A.%20-With%20Anime%20Pictures%20and%20detailed%20answers-/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;.:-|What is your true element?|-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112394334178812906?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/112394334178812906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=112394334178812906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112394334178812906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112394334178812906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/08/your-element-is-fire-strong-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112255997622474545</id><published>2005-07-28T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:12:56.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE PW. sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drmirkin.com/fitness/archivefitness.html"&gt;http://www.drmirkin.com/fitness/archivefitness.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.catcha.com.sg/cgi-bin/search/searchdirectory.cgi?directory=/Health/Fitness/Advice_and_Guides/"&gt;http://search.catcha.com.sg/cgi-bin/search/searchdirectory.cgi?directory=/Health/Fitness/Advice_and_Guides/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hseagle.sas.edu.sg:8068/hscounseling/Catalogs/pe.htm"&gt;http://hseagle.sas.edu.sg:8068/hscounseling/Catalogs/pe.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://schools.moe.edu.sg/fpps/taf.htm"&gt;http://schools.moe.edu.sg/fpps/taf.htm&lt;/a&gt; (current taf grading system)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking up into the big blue night sky&lt;br /&gt;i wish upon a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;that you'll would be near n not far&lt;br /&gt;and you'll were here.&lt;br /&gt;my life then filled up with colour&lt;br /&gt;pretty &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;, robust &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;, tunip &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but the then stars fell one by one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112255997622474545?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/112255997622474545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=112255997622474545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112255997622474545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112255997622474545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-pw.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112255894703935220</id><published>2005-07-28T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:55:47.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyyys.&lt;br /&gt;whee. played tennis n soccer today. mygod i really have zero ball sense. geez.&lt;br /&gt;yups.&lt;br /&gt;today was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charm dislocated her elbow&lt;br /&gt;banged into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;ouch. ouch. ouch. [i tot she injured herself durin social dance.]&lt;br /&gt;err. ya.&lt;br /&gt;hope she gets betta soon *big hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd&lt;br /&gt;(sparstic)&lt;br /&gt;happening was when i dropped my keychain into the toliet bowl while it was flushing.&lt;br /&gt;so now its gone.&lt;br /&gt;sadd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, our chinese teacher revealed that he's actually 72 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;WADDDDAFUCK.&lt;br /&gt;i tot he was 60 or smthing.&lt;br /&gt;geez geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, me broke my fingernail. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually theres lots more...&lt;br /&gt;but till da next time we meet again&lt;br /&gt;...........muacks muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112255894703935220?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/112255894703935220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=112255894703935220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112255894703935220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112255894703935220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/07/heyyyys.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112212563373197035</id><published>2005-07-23T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T21:33:53.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*taking cobwebs off this blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppps, havent blogged in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;so many things have happened, and i don't know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;ookae.&lt;br /&gt;[does anyone acutally read this?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;class chalet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/purplecloud/smillingnails.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;council investiture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know like how a normal person's view is 90 degrees from his body? joshua's is like elevated upwards. :-/ my god la. maybe this way his nostrils are stretched futher .. air is free anyway. but don't get me wrong, i dont have anything against him. just being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;canoein comppppp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda demoralised actually. i nv been kicked out so easily before. but it's okay. canoeing is not academic. i will come back stronger, stronger than before.&lt;br /&gt;losing once was enough. losing twice is too much. and i'll never ever repeat the same mistake over. my winning streak may have ended, but i'm gonna do all it takes to rejuvinate it once again.&lt;br /&gt;neewayys. good job rad.. i'm so proud of you. it's the 2nd time u've proved everyone (except me) wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;i missed 3 days of sch.. and i miss THAM YING XUAN!!! kuku-big neh. :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;did ya miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. think i'm kinda screwed. wed n thurs i spent the whole day at mac. yestd n today i spent da whole day sleepin.&lt;br /&gt;have this bad throat infection... smthing called smthing-itis. so all i do is eat medi n sleep. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;actually, this sucks. everything hurts. cryyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i sometimes feel like banging my head against the wall till i forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;maybe forgetting everything wuldnt be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;eeeks. i'm becoming mauldin.&lt;br /&gt;off to bed!  -_- again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112212563373197035?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/112212563373197035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=112212563373197035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112212563373197035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112212563373197035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/07/taking-cobwebs-off-this-blog-yuppps.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-112003559762867859</id><published>2005-06-29T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T16:59:57.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's over. i mean, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOHOO~!&lt;/span&gt; it's over!&lt;br /&gt;kae, so the night before i fought a war with something called sleep n won.. but somehow the mugging din work becos i culdnt finish all the questions within the duration of the paper anyway. heeex.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i dunno what i'm so happy abt cos exams over means trainin starts. :( and it starts TOMORROW. how evil ish that la. sobx.&lt;br /&gt;training starts.. note to self : stick more salon plus on butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neeeways, i'm all geared up for a long long long entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;teebee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oookay. was watching loney planet on tv today. was abt this place in jordan, iran or wadeva (there was this big desert) that's not frequented by tourists, and fer some reason, the locals are wary of the government. ian (the host), visited this mosque. you know how muslims pray every friday and all that? well, the muslims there don't just kneel and pray. theres this part where they hold hands and keep jumping, chanting prayers out loud at the same time. and they jump n jump n jump till they reach this estacsy(-is that how u spell it?). at this point, they believe that god has filled up their bodies. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tale of an oversteamed char siu pao :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it expanded till there was this holey thing on the top. when i took it out, it kinda deflated. sadd. was kinda cute tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;look what moi found online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="33" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/purplecloud/J1camp.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out her legs man. hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;teebee2 - &lt;/span&gt;绝对superstar&lt;br /&gt;the judges suck la. all they do is berate the contestants. anyw this idol thing is so last season. can't they move on?? like for the sake of local tv?&lt;br /&gt;btw, did i write jue dui correctly? or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thou shalt be mean today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to water-fountain : f-off. stop sprouting.&lt;br /&gt;- to bnnnn : pls la. if that was supposed to be porn, you've failed. little kids will laugh.&lt;br /&gt;- to SPG aka nude bitch aka ugly whore : stop flattering urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I look like a mangali prostitute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/purplecloud/meee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wishlist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hint hint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-billabong bikini set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-sunscreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-spa holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-donkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-bigger boobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-flatter stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-dkny purple flats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-a diamond encrusted hp like jlo used to have&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it! think i'm a lil h---- today. can't help it ok. i was up the whole night reading tourism notes that had case studies of sex tourism. waddafreak. i dun even know why i'm babbling. it's like i feel the need to babble.... to fill up some empty space or smthing. geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-112003559762867859?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/112003559762867859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=112003559762867859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112003559762867859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/112003559762867859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-111986599615963602</id><published>2005-06-27T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T15:43:23.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons why im gonna screw my midyrs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i know near to nuts abt LRAC (or waddeva u call it curves) n maths(tut-11, 8, 7, 4, 3, 2 n 1)&lt;br /&gt;- i started studying last thurs. heh.&lt;br /&gt;- i'm a last minute chiong-pia student( as RQ says )&lt;br /&gt;- but my chiong-pia-ing didnt work this time round =(&lt;br /&gt;- my geog and GP sucks&lt;br /&gt;- we had 2 papers alr, and i screwed them both&lt;br /&gt;- i'm online noww... which means that i'm not studying... which means i'm gonna screw tml's papers too....&lt;br /&gt;- i din touch geog at all&lt;br /&gt;- i'm still chatting with andre and will be for the next half an hour. =/&lt;br /&gt;- i can't find the motivation&lt;br /&gt;- i will be screwed, won't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay. these are just reasons. not excuses. whats the worst that can happen anyway? that i get retained and go to poly?&lt;br /&gt;uhmm. thats bad. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons why today sucked completely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i dont know if i really did screw GP or not. tho i think it's the former&lt;br /&gt;- i almost died. (it's true ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reasons why today rocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-we ( mal, mit n me ) went to swensens and mitzy booked da ENTIRE place fer us!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-*huge smile*&lt;br /&gt;- the bus driver saved my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. shall stop my rambling here.&lt;br /&gt;to everyone thats reading this and facing a midyr crisis, GOOD LUCK FER UR MIDYRS!!!&lt;br /&gt;p.s : at most we see each other next yr thats all =P&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s : my eng REALLY sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s : iloveudonks =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/11681967-111986599615963602?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111986599615963602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111986599615963602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111986599615963602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111986599615963602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/06/reasons-why-im-gonna-screw-my-midyrs.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-111945490459726657</id><published>2005-06-22T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:41:44.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I've been down.Now I'm blessed.I felt a revelation coming around.I guess its right, it's so amazing.Everytime I see you, I'm alive.You're all I've got.You lift me up.All my dreams are in your eyesI wanna be inside your heaven.Take me to the place you cry from.Where the storm blows your way.I wanna be earth that holds you.Every bit of air you're breathin' in.A soothin' wind.I wanna be inside your heavenWhen minutes turn to days and years.When mountains fall, I'll still be here.Holdin you until the day I die I wanna be inside your heaven.Take me to the place you cry from.Where the storm blows your way.I wanna be inside your heaven.Take me to the place you cry from.Where the storm blows your way.I wanna be earth that holds you.Every bit of air you're breathin' in.A soothin' wind.I wanna be inside your heaven.Oh yes I do,I wanna be inside your heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;love me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;cuz i love you.&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/11681967-111945490459726657?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111945490459726657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111945490459726657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111945490459726657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111945490459726657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-been-down.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-111945316929622461</id><published>2005-06-22T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:59:18.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got home todae, first thing that happened was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;brother : jie jie, ur voice break! see i told you girls also will voice break one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;me: *what the fuck*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;brother : y u dun believe me. my teacher say one ok! u also got learn sex education one wad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;me : i love you but *puch* *body slams his long n skinny body into the wall n thus creating a hole in the shape of a long and skinny male person*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;at this rate it's going, i might as well become a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, got this frm xx's blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1:If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2:It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the facts about the three candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate A.&lt;br /&gt;Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist. He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate B.&lt;br /&gt;He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate C.&lt;br /&gt;He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife. Which of these candidates would be your choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide first&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no peeking, then scroll down for the response&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;Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.&lt;br /&gt;Candidate B is Winston Churchill.&lt;br /&gt;Candidate C is Adolph Hitler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you answered yes to qn 1, u just killed beetoveen. (geez, i 4got how to spell his name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story, we shouldn't judge someone based on their backgrounds, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111945316929622461?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111945316929622461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111945316929622461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111945316929622461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111945316929622461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/06/got-home-todae-first-thing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-111901734195951731</id><published>2005-06-17T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T22:09:01.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man oh man oh man. the upper body of the victim was found at our launching bay... what the fuck. the head n legs are not found yet!!! everybody thats reading this, start praying for me okies. cuz theres training tml morning (low tide) n in case u dun see the connection, body parts wash up at low tide -&gt; will b having training when tide is low. i better start praying too. *_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111901734195951731?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111901734195951731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111901734195951731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111901734195951731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111901734195951731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-man-oh-man-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-111893256986825189</id><published>2005-06-16T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T22:36:09.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder why u dont love me. or why u dont show it. becuz i'm getting so freakin impatient. am i that horrible?&lt;br /&gt;i want to see myself in you eyes again. i want u to love me like you did before.&lt;br /&gt;why must u kill my hope over n over again? will u please stop killing it?&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm on the verge of giving up. on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111893256986825189?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-111889688528682620</id><published>2005-06-16T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T22:32:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heys!&lt;br /&gt;had canoein BBQ on tues. =)&lt;br /&gt;[can't stand pple that dun noe how ta drink yet bullshit so much. eeeeeee]&lt;br /&gt;who wuld know that wei xiang is actually a chiongster. -!!!!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/purplecloud/100_0864.jpg" /&gt; &lt;- chiongster&lt;br /&gt;marshmallows dipped into choco... *ahhhhhh. *&lt;br /&gt;the next day tho, most of us ended up shitting. hahahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;*heng i nv eat the chicken*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wed, friendly with cjc.&lt;br /&gt;our timings are really really badddd. cryy.&lt;br /&gt;by the 2nd race, coach was 'cheeeesed off'. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder the land PT was a killer lars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, goin harbourfront to study with nails... becos midyears are next week!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri. swimming training. which is gonna b a killer too.&lt;br /&gt;*is that good or bad*&lt;br /&gt;updates when i come back!&lt;br /&gt;*if i make it back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Let the world stop turning, let the sun stop burning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Let them tell me that love's not worth going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If it all falls apart, then i will know, deep in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The only dream that mattered had come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;In this life, i was loved by you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111889688528682620?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111889688528682620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111889688528682620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111889688528682620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111889688528682620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/06/heys-had-canoein-bbq-on-tues.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-111867644783017399</id><published>2005-06-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:27:27.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the feeling of hugging somebody u love, but he doesnt hug u back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;of studying really hard for a test, but flunking it anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;of sacrifice, but to end up losing even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;of waiting eagarly for something, but that something never comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;of being a really good kid, but ur parents still break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;of training really hard, but to screw up time and time again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sometimes theres no point in trying hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111867644783017399?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111867644783017399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111867644783017399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111867644783017399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111859294037864657?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111859294037864657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111859294037864657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111859294037864657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111859294037864657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/06/aphroditeeros-which-of-greek-gods-are.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-111850553743566270</id><published>2005-06-11T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:58:57.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy belated bday to JQ!!!&lt;br /&gt;- i threw him an online msn party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facts abt JQ i bet bet bet u din know&lt;br /&gt;1) he's my lameeeeness night  partner!&lt;br /&gt;2) was in TAF (ie: my PW specimen)&lt;br /&gt;3) ht : 1.65 m  wt : 65kg&lt;br /&gt;4) claims his best physical feature = armpits (hair not included)&lt;br /&gt;5) we've been frens for 3, 4 yrs alr. my god we are old.&lt;br /&gt;6) just turned 18. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;7) he doesnt like missy elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[p.s : will edit this futher]&lt;br /&gt;[p.s.s : this post is dedicated to LEE JIA QING, my one n only most adorable short fart. *puke* ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111850553743566270?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111850553743566270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111850553743566270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111850553743566270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it with a jet of water repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;- continue shootin it ard fer awhile&lt;br /&gt;- squish it wif ur slipper till it's half dead&lt;br /&gt;- drag it across the toliet floor, pulling it's limbs along the way&lt;br /&gt;- kick it outta the toilet&lt;br /&gt;- ask yishin to give it wild wild wet treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How to kill a lizard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;method adapted from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- scream n run away&lt;br /&gt;- let the guys do the rest of the job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111850236917017255?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111850236917017255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what.boredom.can.do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/piratesmile/1077926409_tweetybird.jpg" border="0" alt="Tweety Bird"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Tweety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cute, and everyone loves you. You are a&lt;br&gt;best friend that no one takes the chance of&lt;br&gt;losing. You never hurt feelings and seldom have&lt;br&gt;your own feelings hurt. Life is a breeze. You&lt;br&gt;are witty, and calm most of the time. Just keep&lt;br&gt;clear of backstabbers, and you are worry free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/piratesmile/quizzes/Which%20Cartoon%20Character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Cartoon Character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off lars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- WHERE DO YOU LIVE? Pasir Panjang&lt;br /&gt;2- LATEST ADDICTION? chocolate-- its been my one and only physical addiction&lt;br /&gt;3- SONG THAT YOUR LISTENING RIGHT NOW? cradle&lt;br /&gt;4- WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW? eating green apple milky gummies&lt;br /&gt;5- WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU WENT OUT TO EAT WITH? conrad :)&lt;br /&gt;6- IF U WERE A TOY, WHAT WOULD YOU BE?. Never thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;7- WHERE WOULD YOU WANT TO GO ON YOUR HONEYMOON? somewhere with the sun, sand, sea and sex&lt;br /&gt;8- WHATS YOUR RING TONE? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;9-WHAT DO YOU THINK A TOBLERONE IS? c h o c o l a t e. need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;10- WHAT ARE U WEARING RIGHT NOW? kappa jersey n fbts. sleeping things.&lt;br /&gt;11- DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? yep&lt;br /&gt;12- WHAT WAS THE BEST ADVICE EVER GIVEN TO YOU? have no idea&lt;br /&gt;13- CAN U DRIVE? yes if i'm willing to die&lt;br /&gt;14- WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS? in the short term, get sleep!&lt;br /&gt;15- FAVOURITE FILM? mona lisa smile, sound of music, the king and i, westside story,&lt;br /&gt;18- DO YOU LIKE TO DANCE? depending where&lt;br /&gt;19- ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK ANYONE OUT? hahahaha. right.&lt;br /&gt;24- WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? -o---- knows&lt;br /&gt;25- WORST SOUND? farting&lt;br /&gt;26- WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU DO WHEN YOU WAKE UP? more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;27- ROLLER COASTER, SCARY OR EXCITING? scary but exciting&lt;br /&gt;28- HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU LET THEPHONE RING BEFORE YOU ANSWER IT? depends whos calling and where i am&lt;br /&gt;29- IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY? half-filled&lt;br /&gt;31- YOUR BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE? earlobes&lt;br /&gt;32- MILK OR WHITE CHOCOLATE? as long as it's chocolate&lt;br /&gt;33- DAY OR NIGHT? dusk&lt;br /&gt;34- SUMMER OR WINTER? winter. ehs... but summer got bikini leh.&lt;br /&gt;35- CAKE OR PIE? both ;)&lt;br /&gt;36- DIAMONDS OR PEARLS? ddiiaammoonnddss&lt;br /&gt;37- SUNRISE OR SUNSET? sunset&lt;br /&gt;38- HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN A BONE? yes :-/&lt;br /&gt;39- DO YOU HATE ANYONE? like, duh.&lt;br /&gt;40- DO YOU BELIEVE IN FIGHTING? i don't n i try really hard not to.&lt;br /&gt;41- WHO DO YOU TURN TO FOR ADVICE? jeretoot, RQ, jk n nails, pillow&lt;br /&gt;42- WHAT SKILL DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? walking in a china shop without breaking anything&lt;br /&gt;43- WHERE ARE YOUR FAVORITE PLACES? in the arms of ------&lt;br /&gt;44- WHO SENT YOU LAST SMS? conrad&lt;br /&gt;45- LAST SMS YOU SEND TO? conrad&lt;br /&gt;46- THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? mommsie&lt;br /&gt;47- PEOPLE WHOM YOU CHATTED WITH LAST NIGHT? RQ, rad.&lt;br /&gt;48- LAST PHOTOS YOU TOOK WITH FRIENDS? i think on vanessa's cam&lt;br /&gt;49- ANY PLANS OF GOING OUT? yessssssireeeeee&lt;br /&gt;50- WHAT WOULD YOU DO AFTER ANSWERING THIS BULLETIN? gpp. sobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111824901759356403?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111824901759356403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111824901759356403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111824901759356403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111824901759356403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/06/what.html' title=''/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-111820241050597525</id><published>2005-06-08T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:46:50.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah. it's been 5 days since i've been in here.&lt;br /&gt;kaes. first things first, the butt pain has dissappeared!!! woohoos.&lt;br /&gt;but---- i sprained by back. fell frm da pull up bar.&lt;br /&gt;ouchh.&lt;br /&gt;it's so sparstic lars. i can't slouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*why   am   i   accident-prone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a busy busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUN - donk's forgot my banana. hmph. had training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MON - school, popiah. mitzy's hse, harbourfornt, yishin's bdaee party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUES - school, busstop, training, suntec with RQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WED - tttooodddaaayyy. n theres training&lt;br /&gt;             :)(:  i dunno to be happy or sadd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURS - school, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Madagascar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRI - training........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT - dboat comp. [ i'mgonnabacheerleadertopeoplethatidunevenknoewhatthefreak ]&lt;br /&gt;           clubbin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like anybody's gonna care about my timetable anyway.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111820241050597525?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111820241050597525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111820241050597525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111820241050597525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111820241050597525'/><link rel='alternate' 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ASS HURTS =(</title><content type='html'>1) ARGH!! i hate hate hate hate PW.&lt;br /&gt;da toopid gpp is due at 9 and we are so so so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MY ASS HURTS =(&lt;/span&gt; saddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[brightenin up....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) donks is coming over for 2 hrs on sun :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;*super big smile*&lt;br /&gt;and he's finally getting me moi banana!&lt;br /&gt;*super super big smile*&lt;br /&gt;thank u thank u thank u thank u so much.. heex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[after vigourous mouth excercise]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i saw the lions yestd!!!! with raddieeee + the indian guy that kenna banged up durin tiger cup + the malay guy with the centre parting....&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. so shuai *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[whilist wipin drool off everything ard me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) mal bought cookies today during class. it was the shortest math period ever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) theres trainin tml. cry lars.&lt;br /&gt;like its so easy to row when u can feel ur ass bone against the seat. n it hurts ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaeee. gotta do gpp nw. c'mon!! lets get it OVER and DONE with! we can do it! *joel cheer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i'm so melo-drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111779955744730975?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111779955744730975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111779955744730975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111779955744730975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the morning. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*cheerin up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres no sch tml too :))))))&lt;br /&gt;but----- theres training :(&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh yes. hope donks back gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-till we meet again. dooooodles. muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111760318443922345?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111760318443922345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111760318443922345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111760318443922345'/><link rel='self' 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i'm so proud of myself. esp in a world where everyone is weight obsessed n super sized me earned so much money ( that guy is a cheat ok )&lt;br /&gt;*i dont think i ever ate that much in a day b4*&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL JUST LOVE GROWING FAT, DON'T WE?&lt;br /&gt;geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in school, it pays to be kiasu. but in my class, it pays more to be kuku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love my class. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/purplecloud/05A4Bmuackie.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111746470987687440?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-111738197657692606</id><published>2005-05-29T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:52:56.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things Floatin in da Water Today (that i saw)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dead cat(decomposing)&lt;br /&gt;-onion&lt;br /&gt;-a worm(it was alive on jk's boat fer awhile)&lt;br /&gt;-thousands and millions of leaves/twigs/bark&lt;br /&gt;-jackfruit&lt;br /&gt;-plastic bags&lt;br /&gt;-an unopened tin of milo&lt;br /&gt;-inner lining of a tyre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111738197657692606?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-111658191456994330</id><published>2005-05-20T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:38:34.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not giving up.</title><content type='html'>i'm not giving you up.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111658191456994330?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111658191456994330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111658191456994330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffccff;"&gt;gracia's saddd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just can't let you go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111545401161191324?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111545401161191324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111545401161191324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111545401161191324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111545401161191324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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me give up, because i just can't bring myself to.&lt;br /&gt;why should i give up, when i know it can work.&lt;br /&gt; just like in a doubles canoe. if one gives up, the other can either give up and lose everything, or continue to push and finish the race.&lt;br /&gt;this can work.&lt;br /&gt;u just have to believe in us.&lt;br /&gt;last year july, i was the only one that believed in you. everybody said u won't win. to be honest, i wasnt sure myself. but you told me u wanted to. so i beleved that if you wanted it that much, u will do it.&lt;br /&gt;why is it when i was the only one to believe in you when the whole world didn't. you doubt me when everyone else believes in me.&lt;br /&gt;why is it when i so badly want us, u have to push me away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111545214396123986?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11681967.post-111181779023083245</id><published>2005-03-26T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T14:16:30.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>booo-ooo-oo [gracia's first post]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;can't really think of what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;my brian is twisting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;purple &lt;/span&gt;dust is floating out of my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;now how?!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;- gracia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;[happy fer you..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111181779023083245?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111181779023083245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111181779023083245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111181779023083245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111181779023083245'/><link rel='alternate' 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TEST. test...&lt;br /&gt;some say 'leh', some say 'lah'.UEFA tells mourinho,'fuck you lah'.&lt;br /&gt;-rad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11681967-111172584539747024?l=c0n-9ra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/feeds/111172584539747024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11681967&amp;postID=111172584539747024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111172584539747024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11681967/posts/default/111172584539747024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://c0n-9ra.blogspot.com/2005/03/butterflies-in-garden.html' title='Butterflies in the garden'/><author><name>c0n-9ra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01958382040289169873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
