<?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-1882231539849758430</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:16:48.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert name here.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1882231539849758430.post-481863827143359311</id><published>2009-12-18T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T07:05:13.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY.&lt;div&gt;I OWE YOU ALL PEOPLE A REAL LONG UPDATE FOR NOT POSTING FOR THIS LONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UG outing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up late today. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But still managed to make it in time to catch Avatar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so frankly, my first opinion of the show was, because I just saw the trailer on one of the MRT televisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought it to be some childish 3D fantasy world with so-so graphics and a cheesy plot; those simply family fun films or, well, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But man, totally surpassed my expectations can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Firstly, I'm the sort of guy that doesn't really care too much if the graphics are alittle subpar, but if I have to rate it, it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;TOTALLY BEYOND AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;. The scenes are magical, literally. It's so obvious that they're digital, but yet you willingly believe that they're real! Now that's the real deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Secondly, the plot; yeah, so initially I thought it was some cartoonish cheesy slapstick story, but it turned out to be, like, wowness. It begins with a very solid introduction of each of the characters and the story quickly pieces together. But just as you get a firm grip of it, the twists all come; for example, the (HAWT) pro female pilot turns against the human alliance! ;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, it's the overall complexity. 2 hours and 33 minutes of awesome, detailed graphics, breathtaking plots, amazing soundsets, and sheer ingenuity. Not to mention the realism; Everything was flawless, and totally ''if-I-were-in-this-situation-I-would've-done-that-too''!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last, it's the, uh, drama involved! Bah, I shouldn't be spoiling the show too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But man, it's just smashing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MUST WATCH ARH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then went to ECP to cycle, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The only different thing is that this time Nicole forced me to rent a double bike and I was stuck with her for the next 2 hours. .__. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Yes, this is to suan you! ;D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO PHOTOS, SORRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;__________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now for the class chalet! (day1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm using this word again; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so I would like to thank Chenning for making me hold a metal bowl out in public, walking around for 30mins at Chongboon Center like a total dork! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I, Chenning and Minhui met up to get the few things that we didn't manage to get for the BBQ before meeting the rest at hub. As usual, some were late, LOL. But that's why we're awesome. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the most awesome was Daniel, who was still dotaing at home at 12.30, thinking that the chalet was the following day, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then the whole batch of us walked to the bus stop outside AMK MRT, and just as we arrived, a double-deckered 88 came. Sweet. We occupied the entire 2nd storey and obviously chaos ensued. ;D Whatever happened, I shall leave it to your imagination and assumption. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We dropped off at White Sands, and we decided to get some bubbletea/food before walking to Ehub and subsequently the Aloha Loyang. While we were buying right, LOL LAH. AN ANGMOH, TWICE OF JOLYN'S HEIGHT (Sorry Jolyn! ;x) STOOD RIGHT BESIDE HER AS SHE QUEUED AT DONUT EMPIRE. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After meeting back, we realised Tiongseng, Ken and Jerald were missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were like, GG. So we kept searching all the stalls, but to no avail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it wasn't too long before we found out that they kehkiang go take the shuttle bus without us, slacking in the office already. .____.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the rest of us actually wanted to wait for the next bus, but then we decided to walk. Gosh, the walk was LONG. And sunny! But sunny's a good thing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I MANAGED TO TAN WHILE KENZO DIDN'T, HAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so when we got in, we still had a while before 3pm, our check-in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of us slacked in the office, others at the poolside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AND LOL LAH. I, Dylan, Jerald, Nick and LYX grabbed Gideon and threw him into the water LOL. (Sorry that we kinda missed and hit your butt on the wall though. ;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And a big thank you to Tiongseng's mum for helping us to checkin as well! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we were checking out the chalet, and it was admittedly quite, well, it gives a really good first impression. Homely and all the necessities are right in front of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And while Kenzo was busy playing with his monopoly, I MANAGED TO GET A TAN ON THE BBQ AREA, HAH, THAT'S ANOTHER ONE AT YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so other than the monopoly players (KEN, I'M TARGETING YOU), we went to the pool for a quick swim. (AND I GOT TO TAN, HAH, KEN.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you sick of the one-sentence-one-paragraph pattern?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then take a breather by ironically reading a longer and bigger chunk of words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So actually hor, we were suay until it rained quite heavily when we wanted to start the BBQ. So a few people had to juggle 7 or 8 umbrellas amongst them, covering the already wet BBQ pit. ;/ Then Yeeting, Dylan and me were trying to ignite the firestarter, but no matter how many times we tried, it just wouldn't flare up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we wanted to give up, since our thumbs were all black from using the lighter so much, and then Chenning came to set the lighter's settings from 'min' to 'max'. Then she lighted it up so easily. FELT SO STUPID CAN. .___.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED, I SWEAR I WILL NOT PROCRASTINATE UNTIL NEVER FINISH AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-481863827143359311?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/481863827143359311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=481863827143359311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/481863827143359311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/481863827143359311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-9156995686121429310</id><published>2009-11-08T08:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:57:53.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-temporarily removed-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-9156995686121429310?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/9156995686121429310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=9156995686121429310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/9156995686121429310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/9156995686121429310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/11/temporarily-removed.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-8842759693096253068</id><published>2009-10-31T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:21:22.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;IT'S FINALLY (ALMOST) DONE! Watch this space!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;On request of Enqi. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Miss 2/4 is of course miss luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;With memories gushing into my mind, reminiscence is inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No, wait, I'm talking as if the recollection was a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well, it does make you cry, so is it, well, bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#1Minhui - Well, I didn't talk to you much, but hey, you're nice! Thanks for being a part of this awesome class! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#2Chenning - Atchiew! ;D Thanks for all the times you let me kachiau you with my sneezes and dust! Ohyes, and also all the help you've provided, especially in projects and the truckload of printing you've done! ;D Again, thanks! ;D *sneezes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#3Debbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;: You're quiet! But your MSN self is ... vastly different though! ;x Anyway, thanks for being with us these two years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4Emily - Uh, thanks for being a part of twofour!&lt;br /&gt;#5Xiaoxi - Okay, so I've never really talked to you much luh, other than during projectwork, but it was really nice having you around during then! ;D&lt;br /&gt;#6Jacqueline -  Our responsible even group homeecon rep! ;D Well, I've never really talked to you before, but thanks for telling what Sivalingam meant in Tamil! ;D&lt;br /&gt;#7Jolyn - I don't know when I started kachiauing you! But most of the time you also like shrug it off, or even play along with it de! You're nice and fun to be with! ;D Thanks for the occasional snacks and also for always letting me hug your crumpler! If we happen to be in the same class next year, everyday must bring your crumpler let me hug kay! ;D&lt;br /&gt;#8Timleng - Hmm, I guess I'm not really close to you, but thanks for being a part of the memories of this class!&lt;br /&gt;#9Wanci - I'm tahnkful for the fact that you're a part of the class as well! ;D&lt;br /&gt;#10Zhihui - LOL, it's your turn now! Everytime we kachiau you its just for fun kay! Dont take it to heart hor! Actually I can tell that you're rather entertained by what we do to you as well right! But this wouldn't happen if you weren't a phuart (typo intended!) of twofour! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#11Metis - Metis arh! If you say Chenning/Zhengdi your mum one more time, I really go disown you already arh! Ohyeah, thanks for studying with us during the exam period, and also for the incredible science notes! ;D Seriously luh, use until all the science concepts become so easy! Again, thanks for being a great daughter and for everything else! No more pink hor! ;D&lt;br /&gt;#12Aiqi - Mummy! ;D You've been a nice mum, kay! Other than occasionally kachiauing each other, we two never really interact much, but still, you won''t be forgotten as a part of twofour! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13Enqi -  You hor, comfirm alot of things to say one. Always wear helmet to school, grow up want to be construction worker is it! ;P Although everytime you will bully me, and sometimes even get Zhengdi to add on, I must thank you for many things luh. ._. Firstly, thanks for influencing the study mood into me! I don't think that I'd have improved for exams without your influence. ._. So you yourself also better improve hor! Especially now that I wont be there to kachiau you during class anymore kay! Secondly, thanks for the motivation you've given, be it when I was feeling down or when it was just out of pure randomness! Thirdly, I wanna say thanks for recommending me the big red maths book! Seriously, I've yet to do even 10% of the book (admittedly), but it really helped it in my maths alot! And also you for your maths tuition. ;D Lastly, for bearing all the crap I've given you, and tolerating all the times I've kachiaued you! ;D (But actually you got kachiau back loh!) And hor, one thing; don't laugh so much already le okay! Bad for your throat! ;P P/S : You still owe me 527 BBT kay! (I've lengthened it THRICE already! Don't you dare ask for more! ._.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#14Yeeting -  I know sometimes I'm disruptive in class and often you can't really stand my noise. ;x But still, you're always calm and collected even when you already can't take it. Anyway, thanks for being with us these two awesome years! ;D&lt;br /&gt;#15Lixin - Thanks for the many times you've helped me in assignments and uh, decisions. Other than thanking you for being in the class, I'd also want to thank you for sparing me part of your un-finishable printer ink supply!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#16Nabilah -  Thanks for being my classmates for two years. ;D&lt;br /&gt;#17Xinyee -  Similarly, thanks for being my classmate for the past two years. ;D&lt;br /&gt;#18Yunrou - You mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;horny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; jie! But heyhey, thanks for everything you've done, printing, kachiaung, random sweets, and especially your imba history notes! ;D Let's face it, the history textbook we're using is LAPSAP, but you're awesome! ;D Thanks for your presence in the class these two years!&lt;br /&gt;#19Zhengdi - Alamak! Well, I have to admit, your abuse was entertaining luh. At least I wouldn't die of boredom in the class. (YES, I FOUND IT FUN, OKAY. ;x) So yeah, thanks for pouring my pens out of my pencilbox thrice daily, flinging my phone onto the floor on an average of five times a day, scattering all my worksheets onto the floor around different parts of the classroom so many times each lesson, and of course for poking my sides with your vast array of pens! Ohyeah, your infinite correction tape and printer ink as well. And while I'm at it, I might as well thank you for the concern you've showed while I was down in class. But you're still from China kay. ;D&lt;br /&gt;#20Bingxian - 老大! Well, everyone's thanking you for your bread, and I guess I should too. But there's so much more to you than just bread kay! You're a real nice chap, and a really nice person to talk to. For the things you've done, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for being the socialable 老大 you are. But no thanks for opting to go physics. ._. AND YOU STILL HAVE TO SHAVE. ;D&lt;br /&gt;#22Daniel - Daniel never gets angry! Byt wow, I've many things to say about you. Thanks for being a great friend, a better dota mate, and a best class gardener! No, wait, you're the only one that really tends our class plants, and that's something to be proud of! ;D Really, thanks for swimming with me and Jerald every Sudnay, and also the things that you've done for the class. Simon's proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;#23Kenzo - The best twofour vice-chair! I'm gonna miss your morning calls for the class to assemble at the parade square, dude. WHY DID YOU OPT FOR CHEM. Aw well. Although I dont really talk to you much other than during the exam periods due to seating arrangements, you're a really nice guy. Thanks for well, being yourself and letting me beat you in one subject in FYE! ;D&lt;br /&gt;#24Gideon - LOL. I know, everyone calls you gay, but man, you're nice. Tell you something arh. Actually you have quite the emotional insight. You're, well, understanding. But LOL lah, I seriously will miss your exaggerated expressions, especially the chuatio faces! Thanks for always being the one that tests me and Kenzo questions right before the exams, and for being a really great friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#25Shaun - No masks allowed k, But everything else is! Alright, Actually our relationship wasn't really that good until somewhere deep into sec2, but then again, you've seriously left a good impression. My sec3 class confirm won't be the same without your rampant bursts of 'guanyinmah' and 'tuapekgong' can. ;/ Continue to be awesome kay! But still, damn you for opting to go physics. ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#26Jerald - LOL LAH. Stop self-pwning yourself can! ;/ Always to try talk back, but in the end also say back yourself. But hor, thanks for always being the one I can constantly kachiau, and always the one that happens to pei me wherever I go! LOL. Thanks for all the times you've let me crap you and also for the nonsense you've given me. ;D And don't disturb Yeeting le luh! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#27Koh Yixian - Uh. Thanks for letting me disiao you everyday when I sit behind you for flag raising. ;D You're super patient and your tolerance rate is imba kay! Ever since sec 1 until sec 2 you also never really do anything back. ;x But now you not bad eh. Class photo point middlefinger as well! ;D Kay, so one day let me beat you in maths kay. ;D&lt;br /&gt;#28 Seowmeng - Thank fo- No, wait ...&lt;br /&gt;#29 Minghong - Sup! Thanks for being my crapping buddy everytime during flagraising! ;D Thanks for letting me steal your specs every once in a while as well! ;D Your degree same as mine! And I tell you arh, your tolerance level more imba than KYX! Never even see you lose your temper once!&lt;br /&gt;#30Ryan - Ryan the aizai AI-er! ;D I know you like watching crazy small kids whacking pinatas on youtube, and don't you dare deny it! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.&lt;br /&gt;Fiqar - FIQAR! The best class chairperson ever! the one and only one who can control our class! :D you rock. thanks for aiding us when we have information that needs to be passed down the class. you really manage your time well, as you can juggle council, class, academic and cca together. you are one superman! :D hahaha, you are one funny man, i must admit. (yes, and thickskin too.)&lt;br /&gt;Sahrizan - Wow, you are really amazing to be immune to the class's sarcasm! when the class suan you, you'd at most give a smile and then turn away and start chattering. hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;Tiongseng - TIONG ah! :D super cute guy. :P I bet i'd really miss your entertainments la, like your totally MAN voice with your character. it's hilarious, i must say. i'd confirm miss your sudden loud loud screams/shrieks/shouts in class. you're so funny! :D every of your actions are like very very very very very very amusing. (: like during the sports meet, we were all cheering for you, and you suddenly wave your hands above you from left to right. :D thank you for providing me with many many why-i-should-laugh factors. :D&lt;br /&gt;Jiansheng - ohmygosh, thanks for the times when you made the class mad. and always give us new new new new new lines and soon, our class would be saying that. like, "Lapsap". hahaha, :D oh yeah, thanks for your new jokes every week and the singing of "You Are Not Alone". They are really entertaining and influential! :D&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas -  Hey, hey! Thanks for all those nonsensical chats with me, they are very funny. :P and yeah, thanks for listening to my stupid, retarded talks. :P Hahaha, and i always use that yoghurt "trick" on you, and you seem to fall for it over and over again. Hahahaha, :P you are a great listener! :D&lt;br /&gt;Yong Ghee - thanks, yongghee, for being my classmates for 4 years straight! :D&lt;br /&gt;Dylan - Hey, thanks for being my group member for project work. :D though you're very quiet there most of the time, but you helped our group with the presentation etc. thanks a lot, (: oh yeah, thank you for tagging my blog occasionally too. :D dont feel like crying because of having to leave 2/4, you'd definitely be with some of our classmates. all the best in future.&lt;br /&gt;Umar - Thanks for being the messenger for me when i needed you to pass things to aiqi/jolyn in class. :D you're a good friend in class and you are very spontaneous when it comes to volunteering to do certain things in class. :D&lt;br /&gt;Darren - Hey, darren. thanks for being my classmate for 4 years straight too! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;SPECIALLY FOR DYLAN SINCE HE HAS BEEN PESTE- REMINDING ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Okay, before I thank you for anything, I'm gonna plead you to come back to dota kay. I know you're gonna hate me, but I won't care at this stage! So what if you hate losing, everyone also hates losing! It's perfectly normal luh. ;/ Just come back kay! Everybody wants you back! And now, uh, for the part you've been waiting for luh. No, wait, you wanted to see every single thing I wrote right? Oh, dammit. I'll just get on with it. Well, I'd like to thank you for being the nice chap you are. See right. You're quite the magnanimous one, often offering to help when, well,need help luh. LOL. Though sometimes I piss you off, you always shrug it off quickly, so, yeah. And also thanks for letting me hide in your house storeroom every now and then! ;D And btw. GO BACK DOTA K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-8842759693096253068?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/8842759693096253068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=8842759693096253068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/8842759693096253068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/8842759693096253068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-request-of-enqi.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-5418024016162309342</id><published>2009-10-29T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:12:31.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so this one's a sentimental post luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm not that good, but here goes. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kP9MYzPGpEI/SumZcMPLIJI/AAAAAAAAATg/z8bz0mm0sLA/s320/24!.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 39px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398014337980506258" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Nice right! Jolyn draw de! ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dont know about you, but have you seen a class that's more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;♦ Keesiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;♦ Crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;♦ Nonsensical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;♦ Whacky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;♦ Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;♦ Paikiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;♦ And of course bonded! ;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I've yet to see one that has more of this that TWOFOUR! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm part of the class; I've been exposed to this class more than any other class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I certainly don't regret it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hanging out as a class, doing our own nonsense, crapping our way though our lives, yes, that's the way it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm pretty sure we've made an impact; left a legacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The craziest guys and girls mixed into a bundle of fun, going through thick and thin together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We've been through scolding and praise, doing the things other classes found appealing; and teachers revolting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Looking back, I found that time has passed quickly. Too quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Seven hundred and thirty days indeed seem long when on paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;But in practical, it's surely not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We began mostly as strangers, knowing little to nothing of the relationships that were meant to occur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now, we're, well, together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Together, bonds forged and strengthened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;These very bonds shall, no, I take back my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;These very bonds WILL withstand this seperation; no matter which class whoever ends up in, TWOFOUR will always be known as TWOFOUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;...because that's what TWOFOUR says. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;...we headed from the spiral staircase nearer towards the school hall, taking a casual stroll to the 2nd floor toilets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;only to realise that our classroom was now at the 4th floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Seriously, it's like, we're so used to it already, everyday go eat together, disiao each other, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then always walk up the same path, going into the toilet to play before finally arriving in the classroom to play more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;TWOFOUR memories ftw! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANKS FOR THE AWESOME TWO YEARS, GUYS (AND GIRLS)!  ;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kP9MYzPGpEI/Surjv4T4_LI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yI1JztINO44/s320/Just24long.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398377515066129586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;(Most of) TWOFOUR'09! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kP9MYzPGpEI/SurjvhkOuOI/AAAAAAAAATw/LMX2wU8pIj0/s320/Another25.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398377508960647394" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;We went back to TWOFOUR classroom just to take this kay. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kP9MYzPGpEI/SurjwKMtt7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Jru1oFwQRbM/s320/24+finger!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398377519867869106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And this as well! TWOFOUR will never be TWOFOUR without our fingers of respect! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P/S : Timleng and Xiaoxi, we know you wanted to point as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Credits to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2/4 for being just such an awesome class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BX gang! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The guys and girls who were there when I cried. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And Enqi for the touching motivation. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-5418024016162309342?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/5418024016162309342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=5418024016162309342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/5418024016162309342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/5418024016162309342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-so-this-ones-sentimental-post-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kP9MYzPGpEI/SumZcMPLIJI/AAAAAAAAATg/z8bz0mm0sLA/s72-c/24!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1882231539849758430.post-1424647308057242738</id><published>2009-10-24T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:53:38.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ideation occurs.&lt;div&gt;Scripts formed inthe head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The urge to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...gets crushed by laziness the moment I stare at this blank screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm sum it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class : 18&lt;br /&gt;Level : 87.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 short of my level target. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least there's still a chance can go 3/4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-1424647308057242738?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/1424647308057242738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=1424647308057242738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I should be piah-ing chinese/science, but the mood's gone luh. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, 1st day. English/Chinese compo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English's gonna come out crappy, that's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My compo's like anyhow bomb one. ;/ Stuck there, idling for about 10mins, unable to think of any decent storyline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I wrote about a broken promise; I met with this guy and we became best friends all the way up to University. We were in the athletics team, and he promised to win the following day's big race. He got run down by a reckless motorist; he died, and thus he failed to keep his promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.______.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the letter writing hor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just me, or did they spell Chilli Crab as Chilly Crab? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There're some people out there who spell chilli as chilly, but meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they mean chilly, as in cold/chilled crab, then it's 鸡鸡 for me. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then hor. Chinese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMAZINGLY. I managed to breeze through the letter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gonghan like what, write a letter to promote CIP, dunno how to write siol. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So had to take the youths portraying bad habits in MRTs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man. It was so 爽 writing that can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, for once, the information you need automatically amasses itself into your brain, and you let it all out in the form of writing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually more confident about this than my english compo! ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the chinese compo's some joke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrote about question 5, you saw some small kid getting surrounded by big bullies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that the small kid was my classmate, so I ran in and let out a shout, hoping to scare them off. Then they come pull me in, kick me, like in some Mediacorp drama. Then what, our form cher come and chase the people away. Then go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No twist, no plot, simple p3 eassy! ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now got history!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The MCQ quite okay luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2 mark questions all is must really go read then will know one. Luckily not too difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the source based like ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtf! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyah, can't write much siol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the Mr Goh say chap 10 not tested much, won't come out in source based, then scarly what, 18 marks worth of it come out as the last question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay, gonna piah chinese already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYE Entry 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was chinese and lit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese was kinda decent, at least for my standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess chionging the 手册 paid off; I knew 80% of the first page! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the MCQ, the pick the best phrase within the text one difficult siol. Read also don't really get it. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Gideon was a joke, LOL. He sat beside me, and I was lying down on the table, head facing him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was too lying on the table as he was doing the script.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*eyes half shut*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*circles answer and carries on*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*circles answer and carries on*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*circles answer and eyes just shut* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then lit not bad luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still okay for a 'barely fail or barely pass' subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgot quite a few things in the village by the sea, then by the time i remembered, I was already on the next question, so no time add in already. ;/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then crappy luh! I go do EVERY question. Supposed to only attempt either 2 or 3, but did both! ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind, at least I'm not alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at the very least, I managed to complete it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then now today, geog and sci on the same day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember Thursday in my sec2 life that didn't require much out of me; double english and double maths, then now double hardcore paper. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two paper actually quite easy if you got go and study luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geog not too bad, but pollution came out! ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gideon you arse, study everything on pollution for what! ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science also quite easy. Most of the questions not too difficult, but then here and there got tricky ones luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Ken : You sick bastard. D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually overall quite satisfied. Though I hope the papers come out well. ;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to piah FnN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, today exams end already! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, wait, never write about the past 2 days worth of papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday is FnN and maths2 luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths2 was quite okay, though I comfirm lose like 4 marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It appeared to be easy, but then that's the problem for me! When it's easy, then probably I missed out a step, then all my workings wrong already! ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then FnN okay luh. Kinda expected. About like the test liddat. Nothing much to say, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then today had maths1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay luh, lost 2 marks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question 9 jialat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so that's it for the papers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflection also cannot say much, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so after the papers, actually we guys wanted to go Bugis to eat at Seoul Garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, we agreed to go swimming at Jurong. You know, huge pool that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the zhabor wanted to eat steamboat in AMK somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then in the end, still split gender wise. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so Tiongseng and lyx went home first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I, Shaun, Jiansheng, Nicholas and Tiongseng went to block 202 to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cai fan right, is like, pricing so weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 meat 1 veg, add curry like $3.50. (ex man!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 meat $3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtf man, anyhow charge one, for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so took the 38min mrt ride from amk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we waited at the Jurong interchange, just at the 333 bus stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually Tiongseng and lyx took real long, so were like, on the fence whether as to pangseh them and go first or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, Tiongseng came on time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when the bus came, lyx still not here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we calling him hurry, was like, ''eh run luh. We gonna pangseh already kay.'' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we also said, if he can't come on time, we just delay time by digging bag, acting to find wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then damn comical, we couldn't see him until we saw this person running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he had to run across an entire corridor to get to us, but he had no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE JUST CHIONG ACROSS THE ROAD THE BUSES GO ON, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went in just on time with us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so then we had the bus trip, and yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally manged to get to the complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WALAU, CLOSED FOR RENOVATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*GG-FIED FACES*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So bobian, went to the kfc near it for a quick bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went outside, walked quite a bit, took a bus back to Jurong, then MRT to YCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then homed, etcetc. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiyoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-3479320313333560797?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/3479320313333560797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=3479320313333560797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/3479320313333560797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/3479320313333560797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/10/describe-current-situation-with-single.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-5743701979595405914</id><published>2009-09-28T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:34:32.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;鸡鸡 liao!&lt;br /&gt;Damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;FYE got more notes to make than MYE luh. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Miscalculated, then now I not enough time to make notes for everything! ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My speed's pathetic; One entire day and only 2 chapters of Geog done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;鸡鸡 liao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;鸡鸡 liao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;鸡鸡 liao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;鸡鸡 liao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;鸡鸡 liao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;鸡鸡 鸡鸡 鸡鸡&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know luh, posting here isn't helping at all, but alamak. ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Aw well. No more notes for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Reading last minute-cum study ftw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;NO, NOTES WIN. OFF TO COFFEEMUGGING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ciao! ;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;P/S : Happy Birthday Chenning! Blue Elmo's are cuter! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-5743701979595405914?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/5743701979595405914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=5743701979595405914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/5743701979595405914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/5743701979595405914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/09/liao-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-192745229030261611</id><published>2009-09-19T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:14:50.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Procrastinate no more, &lt;div&gt;delay no further -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for when you fail your exams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will kenna whack by mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easier said than done, all my books except for Geog and FnN are in school! ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-192745229030261611?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/192745229030261611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=192745229030261611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/192745229030261611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/192745229030261611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/09/procrastinate-no-more-delay-no-further.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-7917019516969061304</id><published>2009-08-31T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:51:56.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, PCPS! ;D&lt;div&gt;Should've taken a few photos when got in luh. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, I won't bother saying anything about the amkss stuff, I can't be bothered. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this year's AMK's got talent actually the singers quite good lei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samuel's hawt. ;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See right. I and Dylan chionged from 88 to the front gate of pcps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing all the small pcps kiahs, then you think of yourself last time ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Socks high high, WILLINGLY tuck in pe shirt, ;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway. We went to find our respective class people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Charmain, but abit shyshy talk, since also never really talk with her before. ;x Only wave at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just walk on, then after a while, saw Yuankai. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then also saw some of the girls together (just like last year, LOL.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that got Ben/Junwei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So slowly slowly (almost) all the people came, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I, Yuankai, Zijun, Buwei, Marcus and Andre went around romaing for our 3 main chers. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sorry to those which we knew but didn't find. But your own students also visit you right. ;D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we saw 韩老师。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the casual greetings before we went to find Ms Jane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we headed up to the staff room, from the canteen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way, we saw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting, waiting, deciding whether to use the staff room PA system ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we just use loh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We opened the metal box which kept the phone from, uh, external damage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we were like, amazed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At how effective the metal box was in keeping the phone safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See right, the phone not only turn from white last time to now YELLOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But also even the phone that ... banana-shaped handle where you talk and listen from ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was actually STUCK to the rest of the phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiyoh. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we ended up not calling; phone probably not even working anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then just then, we saw some of the zhabor with Ms Jane! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we just extra in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Ms Jane told me the same thing she did to me last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;''Uh, Hi. Who're you arh.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#%!@#^!^@^@^$^#$^!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;._________.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so now we went to find Mr Teng. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited at the HOD office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't exactly know how it happened, but we somehow ended up in the 6K (air con-ed!) classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we all having lesson, with Mr Teng being, uh, a guest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Andre was the cher, kenna greet until he like awkward, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the balancing lesson taught my Mr Teng? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See right. You stand up. Then your arms both shoot out straight , stretch to the sides, 90 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you look like the letter 'T'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you imitate a seesaw, swaying side to side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, and, the teapot as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your right arm form one curve downwards, like you angry that time your hands at your hips liddat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the left arm like an indian dancer/waiter, curve upwardfs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then tilt to the left, as if you were pouring tea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MORE LOL! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly updating. Watch this space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-7917019516969061304?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/7917019516969061304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=7917019516969061304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/7917019516969061304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/7917019516969061304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg-pcps-d-shouldve-taken-few-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-4143057069714816408</id><published>2009-08-25T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:44:47.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Regret already luh.&lt;div&gt;______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the tags, various people. 0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, just kinda unmotivated to reply to the tags currently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the relink requests will be done, I promise. ;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top my wishlist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day when no need stay up just to chiong this, do that. What assignment, simi project, haiyoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND  THAT'S TODAY! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely won't last though. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happened yesterday, and it didn't affect me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did happened, was that it fueled my anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This type of cb kiah hor, they for no reason jump off the building still not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You take their dead body, run up 15 stories of some building, then throw down the window forcefully again then shiok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you take it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gain endless self-pleasure from spitting into the eyes of their corpse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm being fucking gor-ish, but that's how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what I'm saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm saying that the only thing standing us and absolute world peace is you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you, the tub of fuck over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_|_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_|_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_|_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note how I pointed 3 fingers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT I'D GIVE FOR AN EXTRA HAND TO POINT ANOTHER FINGER AT YOU? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU DON'T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEITHER DO I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT WHAT I DO KNOW IS THAT YOU DESERVE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're some luggage of pussy, you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asking to be fucked the worst ways possible, abusing your authority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invigilate a test, and you see someone borrowing a calculator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;''Did I give you permission to borrow a calculator?''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine, that's normal, you're strict on the students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then, after the test, you shout back at the same person, who returns the calculator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;''Did I give you permission to return the calculator?''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NIPPLE SEMEN FUCK, GORGE YOURSELF WITH A TRUCKLOAD OF VAGINA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE TEST FUCKING OVER RIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEOPLE ALREADY GIVE BACK PAPER, YOU SCARED WHAT CHEAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST WANT TO PLAY AROUND WITH YOUR POWER, THINK YOU BIG FUCK IS IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEOPLE FUCK YOU YOU ALSO NOT BIG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then people want to talk, want to tell you something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You turn your back and just walk away, indifferent, think you always right, no need argue anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh cb, can return the basic respect we're giving you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You correct so what, no need listen is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think you some fucking big shot, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're just someone with a big vagina that deserves to be shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I don't know why you're called MDM, not Miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't figure out what's worse; your cb character or your husband's taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and here's another 3 middle fingers to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_|_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_|_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_|_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-4143057069714816408?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/4143057069714816408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=4143057069714816408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/4143057069714816408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/4143057069714816408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/08/regret-already-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-7389342858765279766</id><published>2009-08-12T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T05:26:16.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The next update was actually intended to be a happy one.&lt;div&gt;But I've been forced to this extent, of ranting about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, I'll start off with a vulgarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that felt good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT NOT GOOD ENOUGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK YOU AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished I had four hands, so I could point twice the amount of middle fingers I can at currently shoot at you right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right, you deserve a double fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So kay, you're probably not reading this, but I seriously hope you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understand the whore you are, and digest that fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit it out, I'll stuff it back right into your ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You told us what you saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You insisted on what you believed to be the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You claimed that you were sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT ARE YOU AS &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCKING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SURE AS THE TWO PEOPLE WHO EXPERIENCED IT THEMSELVES FIRSTHAND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get your facts right before you insist that your fantasy is our reality, you douchebag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We respected you, and we told you the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you return that courtesy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, of course you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You contradicted our EXPERIENCES with your ASSUMPTIONS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw it with your own eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm telling you, we saw it with our own eyes too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND WE FELT IT WITH OUR OWN HANDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DID YOU DO THAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;NO YOU FUCKING DIDN'T&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your eyes have failed you, time to throw them out of the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be blind, and stay blind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not deserving of your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insisting how true your accusations are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're wrong in the worst ways possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We appealed for a chance to reenact the situation to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You declined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You declined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU DECLINED WITH A FUCKING BIGSHOT TONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU THINK YOU'RE SOME BIG ASS WHEN YOU HAVE TO TILT YOUR HEAD UP TO TALK TO US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know your grounds, and don't cross the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I pushing the limits of authority and order myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on the grounds of basic humane ethics, I stand firm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's one thing you'll never comprehend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Declining someone, no, TWO people their chance to explain themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rejecting the respect of the plain truth we offer you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What, are you scared of being unable to bend the story once we show it to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck, have you sold your morales to buy those high heels of yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for making the world a worse place to live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and, you've picked two of the worst people to mess with, I'm telling you that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-7389342858765279766?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/7389342858765279766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=7389342858765279766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/7389342858765279766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/7389342858765279766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/08/next-update-was-actually-intended-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-6901771843485845257</id><published>2009-08-08T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T07:51:59.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kP9MYzPGpEI/Sn2PpoEnXBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/c61h8let-KE/s1600-h/Haiyoh..jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kP9MYzPGpEI/Sn2PpoEnXBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/c61h8let-KE/s320/Haiyoh..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367604276189682706" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at how fierce she is! D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Direct copy/paste should suffice for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll do it from MY point of view tomorrow. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;''&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;omg, today was expectedly fun. :P I was 6 mins late and kwek was already rushing me like mad. .__. ahgo and lyx was 20 mins plus late. then walked to hub and waited for 138. kwek said, "got people more despo for bus than us." *points at man who cut our queue* finally, the bus came! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to kwek, ahgo and i kept changing seats.haha, kwek fell asleep in the bus and i threw rubbish at him. super funny. hahaha. reached the zoo and we saw this ultra friendly man. i was still in my dont-know-what-happened state when he asked if four of us going in straight or what. cos he had the member thingy and we could have discount. then i passed that man $60 and he walked away. kwek and i were like, "is he from those 诈骗集团?" *follows him immediately* HAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very funny la! okay, fast forward to the lunch part. kwek spent $5.50 on this ULTRA BIG bowl of porridge which he thinks that bohua. HAHAHAHA. compare it with what ahgo and lyx bought, it was damn little! HAHAHA! He became super agitated and started to fall off his chair. RETARDED LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a tram stopping near the rhino there. four of us wanted to hop into it but didnt have the tickets. didnt think much, so we just boarded it. :D the driver came down and started to ask for tickets. i told qingyi about it and both of us chiong down the tram. then kwek and lyx didnt know anything and didnt follow us down. in the end, they somewhat got chased down the tram. super funny la! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked MORE. and finally saw a LION! :D damn sad can, only one inside. D: so emo la! okay, then we walked more and more and more and finally left the zoo. Haha.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;_________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:11px;"&gt;**I, in this case, within the borders of the inverted commas, refers to Enqi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-6901771843485845257?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/6901771843485845257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=6901771843485845257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/6901771843485845257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/6901771843485845257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-at-how-fierce-she-is-d-direct.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kP9MYzPGpEI/Sn2PpoEnXBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/c61h8let-KE/s72-c/Haiyoh..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1882231539849758430.post-1447521552276326640</id><published>2009-08-03T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T05:05:39.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish you were on sale in some shop.&lt;div&gt;NTUC, ShopnSave, iEcon, I wouldn't really give fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so long you could be bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd buy many of you, maybe five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw you onto the roads I shall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fucking you in my heart, I shall laugh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As your limbs get deservingly severed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By random passerby cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wouldn't live to the hospital,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any of you five I bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who cares if it doesn't rhyme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long as it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-1447521552276326640?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/1447521552276326640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=1447521552276326640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/1447521552276326640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/1447521552276326640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-you-were-on-sale-in-some-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-7361491303296540114</id><published>2009-07-31T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T04:02:26.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiyoh, another rant, .___.&lt;div&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You demand the respect out of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You demand moreso our attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's face it kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If something is uninteresting, then no attention will be paid, at least not truthfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If something is interesting, but something else is even more so, then the no attention would be paid to the former, either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That what you do is uninteresting, and there're many things that arouse our senses so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True respect comes in the form of admiration/recognition/approbation/awe/etc, am I wrong to say that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see not any of the positive points or whatnot that which sprout into respect into you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we just fake the respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you we don't even bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short, you fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL @ BOOKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick borrowed some book from the library today. (forgot the book name, sorry. ;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took one too, ''The Last Siege''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially I only wanted to borrow that, but Nick found a more ... interesting book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;''Women in mens' houses''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Wee Kiat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Wee Kiat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Wee Kiat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Wee Kiat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Wee Kiat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;By &lt;b&gt;Wee Kiat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LUL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it gets better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story revolves around three women, being ''&lt;b&gt;YEN YEN&lt;/b&gt;'', ''&lt;b&gt;CHING LING&lt;/b&gt;'' and ''Ai Lian''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST LUL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I borrowed it just for the kick of it, but now it's quite a nice read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story, as mentioned, revolves around the three women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It starts off with a wake for whom they have yet to mention. After a fair bit of tears and coldness, the story shows a flashback of the three zhabor in their youth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiyoh. Hard to describe the book liddat. ;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brb read first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-7361491303296540114?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/7361491303296540114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=7361491303296540114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/7361491303296540114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/7361491303296540114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/07/haiyoh-another-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-5878864666959315430</id><published>2009-07-26T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:12:06.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So that has happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We knew it was gonna happen, but none of us wanted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Especially not her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Things have to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Adapations have to be made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But how will I adapt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Will I do this or that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It feel bad. It's like being between two paths. Each leads to a different destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can't head back, so I must choose one; but which will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thoughts are swirling about in my head. I've more or less come to a decision. but will I'm still uncertain or myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;More importantly, will I be able to keep to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Enough with the emo-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Muster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Summon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the torment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Along with that comes my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To type out this fucking rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes, rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;RANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;RANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;FUCKING RANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;u're all a group of whores. Fuckwhores, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You think very easy arh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You think we do is never put in effort one arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You think we do just to amuse you arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You don't like, just reject, very fun arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Can't you all just acknowledge our effort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's so fucking time consuming, and you just bluntly say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What, if we redo, you say no again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Come here just to listen to you kp is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't know why I stay on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But what I do know, it's that I stay on not for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-5878864666959315430?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/5878864666959315430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=5878864666959315430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/5878864666959315430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/5878864666959315430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-that-has-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-8242885356554359111</id><published>2009-07-24T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:08:22.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING SO LET IT BE THIS. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't hate teachers with plain, expressionless faces?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-8242885356554359111?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/8242885356554359111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=8242885356554359111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/8242885356554359111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/8242885356554359111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-to-write-something-so-let-it-be.html' 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style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your days&lt;br /&gt;You say they're way too long&lt;br /&gt;And your nights&lt;br /&gt;You can't sleep at all&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;And you're not sure what you're waiting for, but you don't want to no more&lt;br /&gt;And you're not sure what you're looking for, but you don't want to no more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know it's not your life to see this through&lt;br /&gt;Just know that in my heart, it beats for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;'cause some lyrics are just that fucking awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-6769466429828755529?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/6769466429828755529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=6769466429828755529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/6769466429828755529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/6769466429828755529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-little-more-luck-than-little-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-5127866215365271074</id><published>2009-07-18T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:55:04.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As promised, here's a long update. ._.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;   Have a good read&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;   for I've done a good deed;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;   By that I mean by publishing this post&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;   that might just entertain you to the utmost.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[increase post length]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[lengthen post]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another crazy Saturday, whoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thouh only 6 people went for LAN today. ;/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dylan, Bingxian, Nick, Shaun, Ryan. and I'll let you guess who's the last one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raiders as usual. Need I go more in-depth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe yes, maybe no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, SB's still imba in my opinion. ;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But heh. So we went to LJS for lunch. Long John Silvers, mind you. Get that pubic misconception outta your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May've been the first time I've even stepped into any LJS, but I've certainly heard many a praise about their savory fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I get thinking; how good can fries be? I mean, just fried potatoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that curious mindset, and of course an empty stomach, I picked up a fry, which promptly met its end in my jaw. ;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's unique. It has this ... onion-ish tinge in it? I dunno. You gotta taste it to know it. I can't say it disappointed me, but I didn't see why it was that good, either. ;x It just tasted like onion rings with potato, LUL. It owns Mac fries hands down, though I still prefer cheese fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line is, KFC CHEESE FRIES FTW! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By then it was like, around 1? We had 2 hours to waste before meeting up with the girls. Now, what could we do to burn two hours without costing much? We didn't know. Neither did we bother to find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say that talk is cheap. But I say that sight is free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zoom, Whoosh, Bing, Bang, Pang! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teens playing Tamiya cars outside the game shop allured us into looking. Can't blame our curiosity; they caught the attention of almost everyone walking past! But at least it gave us something entertaining to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know those flat, fast cars cars that zoom about self-made tracks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So these guys made this rollercoaster course for the cars to whoosh about on. There was one steep hump on it, and going by the speeds the cars went, it was highly likely for them to simply fly past the track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The goal was simple. To keep the cars running for as long as possible without flying off-track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were being somehow sadistic, hoping that the cars would fly off and collide into a wall or something, and smash itself into pieces, LOL. Luckily (Maybe unluckily?), none of them did! ._. But at least one flew out and the owner was literally running for his money (Come on luh. He BOUGHT the car right), who ran faster than him, LOL. He managed to get it back, though. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then we walked to amk hub after burning like, 20mins? We then found outselves playing with the exit-only doors that were positioned on the 3rd floor. Nick, I'll remember this. You locked me in! D; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we still had some time on our hands. The question 4 paragraphs ago repeats itself here; a common interest among us? BLEACH STRAPS, LOL. Well, almost. Sorry Ryan! ;x Got an Ichimaru, heh. Thanks to everyone there who fought against the trap of the coin-eating machine! ;D Kick it and slap it, to refund a coin; the refund button works not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so we all got our straps. LOL, SHAUN ALREADY GOT 3. Met up with Yixian then as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do, still quite some time before the movie starts. We ended up subconciously walking into Zone X! ._. I and Shaun played Silent Hill, but both of us first time play, heh. ._. WE DIED TWICE EACH AT THE FIRST BOSS. And omg man. The machine super ex can! $2 per tap! D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then movie lol. Watched Harry Potter, though frankly speaking I wasn't really eager to watch it, since I'm not that avid a fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Aiqi, Ailing, Metis, Enqi, Jolyn and Zhihui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much was said prior to the movie; everyone just chiong in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dylan and I shared a meal, lul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went in, and we sat in the front row! ;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, the front row bar DAMN shiok to rest your legs on! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan - Me - Dylan - Yixian - Bingxian - Shaun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiqi - Ailing - Metis - Jolyn - Enqi - Nick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[row of strangers]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhihui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhihui solo kiah-ed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, she's good. I wouldn't be able to stand that. I can't watch a movie properly without disturbing anyone I know. ._, Somemore it so long, I've probably died halfway when Harry raised his wand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Nick, this was your first time hor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's alright if there's no progress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be rooting for you! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many stupid things done, countless popcorn thrown, and lots of noise made! ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, I've never been to a movie without any of the three above!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;[horniness alert-skip to next paragraph if you're pure]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;[highlight the white space to see! ;D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of stupid things, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;we came up with a cunning method to fondle with someone's chest! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Follow the steps and find success - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1) Pass the popcorn to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;2) Wait for a bit to lessen suspiscion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;3) Stretch your hand for the popcorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;4) Deliberately miss the popcorn and rub the victim's chest and keep asking where the popcorn is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;5) ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it to Dylan, who did it to LYX, who then switched seats to do it to Shaun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, that's fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Harry Potter was good though. I know bits and pieces of the storyline, but I've totally no clue what really happens, LOL. I got the invidual parts of the movie by themselves, but I see no link that connects them in the story. Like, the wizard soccer? I don't see how it's related to the parts where Harry and Dumbledoore (sp?) attempt to destroy fragments of Voldamort (sp?)'s soul. But heck, that's most likely since I don't even know what happened the episodes before, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, the girls went to shop for Enqi's advance birthday present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys mostly just followed and sat together, doing random stuff, so I didn't know what they got for her, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't care hor. Enqi, you still owe me TWO presents next year! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then group photo-ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hiding as usual! ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kP9MYzPGpEI/SmH-KhLx8-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/dRtQ_TPWVuo/s320/Harry+Potter+movie+gathering+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359844488207528930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you see me? I'm the one in blue behind Shaun! ;P&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of Nick, but koped from Dylan. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then home-d. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew. That was long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've read THE WHOLE THING, you get a cookie. No cheating! No skipping! How do I know if you jumped? I know. I just know. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey. Here's a one phrase summary for those lazy assholes. ;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Money-spamming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent $34 today, omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-5127866215365271074?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/5127866215365271074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=5127866215365271074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/5127866215365271074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/5127866215365271074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-promised-heres-long-update.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kP9MYzPGpEI/SmH-KhLx8-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/dRtQ_TPWVuo/s72-c/Harry+Potter+movie+gathering+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1882231539849758430.post-5528940727860471149</id><published>2009-07-11T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:35:43.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dylan, since you wanted an update so much, here it is. &lt;div&gt;Take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claim it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S : I'll be ripping part of yours since there's nothing to blog about! D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K. So my past few posts have been rants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess my life isn't that smooth, eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I'm just that sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whadayya think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luldota. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, dota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This usually 1 hour-long game that bonds us all through pixels, animation and sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, a mob of about 8 to 10 creating more noise than 50 aunties at the Lor 3 Toapayoh Wet Market just because Dylan came outta nowhere; now, you don't see this everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, neither do we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We see this every week, actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting crazy. Almost every week we go out, doing all kinds of hilariously crazy stuff, laughing our heads off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, can't complain about the bonding there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But maybe I should stop for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money's secondary; I can save it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just feel that my studies are falling back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For most subjects, I feel so-so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But maths, no, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admittedly, I'm not some maths whizz, but at the very least I can get a grasp of most things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess I need some extra effort to pull it back up, huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, I still don't see that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picture myself ... not putting in an effort to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's always the will, but rarely the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the closer you get to it, the further you feel it gets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always wanted to sit down for once and do every question on the maths textbook I've been taught to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's kind of a ridiculous goal, going by MY normal standards, I admit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've never even SAT DOWN starting to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the fuck, man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where'd my motivation go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needa get it back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, only thing I can do is to see how it goes for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe actually trying to focus my willpower into my pen, shoving through the maths I've been vowing to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...OH, FUCK. THIS IS ANOTHER RANT POST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-5528940727860471149?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/5528940727860471149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=5528940727860471149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/5528940727860471149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/5528940727860471149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/07/dylan-since-you-wanted-update-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-3907956361580658539</id><published>2009-07-07T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:01:42.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RANT ALERT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;k lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;IT'S A HAIRCHECK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAIRCHECK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAIR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not pocket, dammit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People inspect the hair, but you focus your attention on pockets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nobody cares where you divert your interest if you just keep quiet, but now that you let it out, EVERYONE cares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What, just because our personal accessories dangle out of our pockets means that they're conveying an innuendo for you to lay your hands on them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So you just order us to hand them over to satisfy your newfound libido?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And your reasoning? We shouldn't wear them like that because it's inappropiate for the image of the uniform?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sure, we'll get that into our heads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sure, we'll make ammends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sure, we'll put it into out pockets instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But need you go to the extent of simply confiscating them at whim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dammit man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean, nobody else says anything about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's more like a personal opinion that a rule, fuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If it's a rule, shouldn't it be on the handbook or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anything. Not the slightest mention of the forbidding of handphone/wallet accessories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, you mean it's a literal unwritten rule that you enforce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, come on. A rule's meant to keep the people it applies to in check (hopefully).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It isn't fufilling its purpose if the said people don't even KNOW about it, dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See, one quarter of the school can't be wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please LUH. If you wanna enforce disciplinary action or whatnot, can add rules anot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At least tell us what we can't do and what will happen to us if we do otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although frankly speaking, most of us will still break them anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BUT AT LEAST IT JUSTIFIES YOU SUDDENLY TAKING OUR STUFF RIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;__________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;End of rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you're reading this, chances are you'll know who I'm referring to right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At least it feels better now. ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;... I still want my kurotsuchi back! D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-3907956361580658539?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/3907956361580658539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=3907956361580658539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/3907956361580658539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/3907956361580658539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/07/rant-alert.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-2251894260616731078</id><published>2009-07-05T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:06:07.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep telling myself there's a tomorrow, but what happens when there's no more tomorrow?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, dammit. I needa stop procrastinating on everything. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-2251894260616731078?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/2251894260616731078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=2251894260616731078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/2251894260616731078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/2251894260616731078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-keep-telling-myself-theres-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-1577647884503225855</id><published>2009-07-03T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:16:42.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I lack motivation.&lt;div&gt;So I lack inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I lack intuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you want me to update my blog properly. There's nothing to blog about. Anything currently in my head is either typical or unexceptional, and I'm not one to write about that; nor am I one with the gift to make such things that interesting, now am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. Just look at it. It's all commonplace, just too ... usual. I mean, we just came back from the holidays. Is there anything noteworthy about that? See, it's just the same, old, 'Oh-Mrs-Nair-Come-Already-Chiong-Back-To-Your-Seats' routine. Sure, I could write about that and such, but would you enjoy reading it? Probably yes, probably no. But I guess not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so schooling isn't that, well, exhilarating now either. Everything appears so orthodox now. A bunch of pencils, a cluster of pens. And what do they do? Homework. Or maybe not.  But hey. Sometimes you just don't wanna do it. Can't help it, can you? But still every now and then you still get this pseudo-guilty feeling. It's just like blogging; you initially have it all up in your head, and you're already ready to start on it. But once you touch the keyboard, you just stare the at the monitor blankly, all your motivation lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've given my two cents' worth my current school life. What else could I cover now? Well, maybe holidays? Goals, you say. Of course I set some. But how many of them have I fulfilled? Heh. Just another bunch of empty promises. What happened to 'SM-let's-do-math'? What happened to 'SM-let's-learn-2-words-everyday'? Sure, CCA's fruitful, in a sense. At least our performance's better now. But nothing much else has been done; I mean, unless you count DotA in. 7 matches daily for the first half of the holidays isn't exactly what I'd call conducive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess it's too late writing about all this now. It's all over. I can't just throw myself a few weeks back and try to keep my own words again. So I ask myself, 'if I make amends like that, what can I do?' And then I answer myself, 'I'll make amends another way.' The past is gone, I tell myself. But the future isn't. Guess the only way to redeem myself again is to work harder, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope this isn't just another empty promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, sorry, Dylan. ;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't reach 1000 words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;394 and my mind went blank already. ;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, you gotta give me credit right. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IN A YEAR I ACTUALLY DID A FULLY SERIOUS POST. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO EMOTICONS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO BAD PUNS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO SARCASM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUCK ON IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-1577647884503225855?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/1577647884503225855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=1577647884503225855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/1577647884503225855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/1577647884503225855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-lack-motivation.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-8736736682560094129</id><published>2009-07-02T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T06:57:39.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I make it through today, will tomorrow be the same?&lt;div&gt;- The Young And The Hopeless, Good Charlotte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This just seems to catch my attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it catch yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-8736736682560094129?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/8736736682560094129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=8736736682560094129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/8736736682560094129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/8736736682560094129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-make-it-through-today-will.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-5595288736167813947</id><published>2009-06-25T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T04:17:43.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh, my dear camera, I hate you. D;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;   It appears that I now have a whim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;   I wouldn't mind if you went that dim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;   But oh camera, please do away with the clarity and precision, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;   In exchange for energy efficience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 batteries gone in 20min, LOLWHUT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-5595288736167813947?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/5595288736167813947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=5595288736167813947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/5595288736167813947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/5595288736167813947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-dear-camera-i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-3950021845020292768</id><published>2009-06-24T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T05:27:52.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Crazy fucker, I hope that some fat 9 year old John Cena wannabe punches you in the stomach for no fucking reason whatsoever when you walk down the road tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suck on it, that your hair pisses me off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you just hate these rants that're directed at someone, but you just don't know who? Once you start reading and get a grasp of the situation, you feel insecure; which prompts you to dwell further to find out and infer if it's you or not. What's worse is that that precarious feeling still lingers around; well, fuck that feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, don't worry. If you're reading this, it's probably not directed at you. But heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-3950021845020292768?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/3950021845020292768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=3950021845020292768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/3950021845020292768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/3950021845020292768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/06/crazy-fucker-i-hope-that-some-fat-9.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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-1882231539849758430.post-7104263166518903771</id><published>2009-06-20T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:29:52.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A fresh start. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1882231539849758430-7104263166518903771?l=thisnamefails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/feeds/7104263166518903771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1882231539849758430&amp;postID=7104263166518903771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/7104263166518903771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1882231539849758430/posts/default/7104263166518903771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisnamefails.blogspot.com/2009/06/fresh-start.html' title=''/><author><name>I don't care.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00367256074853954677</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>
