<?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-7567616</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:19:37.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death's the only option...</title><subtitle type='html'>wa?!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567616.post-5886194817250788845</id><published>2007-01-12T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:14:22.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;yeah. Went for the harmonica club ice breakers thingy today, but, left soon after.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I admit. I went there only because it was raining soo heavily and i was in a way, stuck at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, harmonica was, in a sense, 'okay'. I didn't exactly like it, nor did i hate it. But, i guess i'll still go for the guitar emsemble, or maybe even the visual arts club.&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis? I didn't get in. Well, if you ask me if i'm disappointed, obviously i am a lil'. But, ah well, it was all within my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Guitar! here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: this post is really meaningless, cause i'm just waiting for my show to start.&lt;br /&gt;Woops! i think it started already!&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;br /&gt;Muacks(L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-5886194817250788845?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/5886194817250788845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=5886194817250788845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/5886194817250788845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/5886194817250788845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-1328811264805007726</id><published>2007-01-11T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:29:18.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/1</title><content type='html'>Could you guys believe it?&lt;br /&gt;The very first thing i did after i switched on the com was to go to blogger.com&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to blog ever again since like, July last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction: &lt;a href="http://www.blogspot.com"&gt;www.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;(that was exactly what i typed.)&lt;br /&gt;then, the 'No such URL' sign came out.&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned. Stupefied. SHocked..&lt;br /&gt;Then, i tried again. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;www.blogger.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this blog has been like rotting for like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;I've even &lt;em&gt;forgot&lt;/em&gt; how to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. not everyone can blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;Try asking a one year old and you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One valid reason to why i have not been blogging(not that i think anyone really cares..)&lt;br /&gt;My tagboard mysteriously disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it was fine all along until like July or something last year..&lt;br /&gt;When i saw my tagboard  missing, i totally freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a computer idiot. I spent like, &lt;em&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt; getting that tagboard up.&lt;br /&gt;I spent &lt;em&gt;ages, &lt;/em&gt;pestering and bugging my friends to patientlt teach me how to get a tagboard up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;spent &lt;em&gt;ages &lt;/em&gt;tryin' to change the colour of my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Phsst...everything was like gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, we'll talk about that later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda tired. Shall update 'bout AJC or wadever later on(i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next post?&lt;br /&gt;Probably on the second of febuary.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-1328811264805007726?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/1328811264805007726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=1328811264805007726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/1328811264805007726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/1328811264805007726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2007/01/111.html' title='11/1'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-115242965069508137</id><published>2006-07-09T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T15:20:50.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was originally suppossed to blog on the seventh. 7/7. Then, on the 8/8. So on...&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, i didn't, and only remembered like at 11 plus, which was obviously too late to on the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then again, if i had blogged on the seventh, i wouldn't have anything to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;So. It's better that i blogged today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was pretty much a wet and soapy night. After dinner, my bro, my sis, my cousins, her bf, went out to...guess what? Blow bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the wind was blowing kind strongly upwards, and, the bubbles we blew were kinda like floating upwards. We blew like hundreds and hundreds of bubbles. It was like, snowing, 'cept that the 'snow' was bigger,soapier,glowing slightly in the street lights against the dark sky.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it was like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;All of us ran around like mad people, bursting bubbles, stomping on em', tryin to not get soap solution in our mouths.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin commented that such a cheap thing could make everyone happy or wadever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the stupidest thing that till this moment i still cannot believe i participated in, was that, when cars drove past us-many cars in fact, my cousin, the 2o plus yrs old one, would yell: AMBUSH!!&lt;br /&gt;Then, me, and my bro would then blow bubbles like crazy towards the direction of the car. Obviously, all the drivers turned towards us and laughed. Some even slowed down. whahaha. Kinda embarrasing now that i think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we played until 10 plus, then, my bro did something really stupid. He smeared his hands with soap solution, lathered it so that it was like foamy and disgusting, and then, wiped it on my sis's back. Okay, then, i was like holding the bottle of soution, and most obviously, i was the next hapless target for my vengeful sis. I didn;t know why, but i took like ages to put the bottle down and chase after all of them. Then, my aunty, came with the hose, suppossedly for us to wash our hands. Guess what happened next...yar...water fight. Its like almost all of us got soaked. My handphone was coincidentally in my pocket. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, three of us, sneaked back home, soapy, and wet, and deliriously happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;em&gt;i don't think we need a bath...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, we raced upstairs. I got to bathe first. But, i wanted to like wash my face as there was like soap bubbles in my mouth. EWWW..Then, my stupid brother had to like get in with me, and he rushed to teh shower area. My sis then had to so coincidentally slam the bathroom door shut and yea, kinda blocking me from gettin out. Guess what my bro did..He on the stupid shower thingy, and sprayed at me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. The freakin heater was like not even on...walao. Its like, i was CＯＭＰＬＥＴＥＬＹ　ｓｏａｋｅｄ．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ｏｋａｙ，　ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ　ｓｅｅｍｓ　ｔｏ　ｂｅ　ｕｐ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｍｙ　ｆｏｎｔ，　ｓｏ　ｉ　ｇｕｅｓｓ　ｉ＇ｌｌｓｔｏｐ　ｎｏｗ．．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ｔｈｅｒｅｓ　ｆｏｏｔｂａｌｌ　ｔｏｎｉｇｈｔ，　ｏｒ　ｔｏｍｏｒｒｏｗ．ｗａｈａｈａｈ　ｉ　ｗａｎｔ　ｉｔａｌｙ　ｔｏ　ｗｉｎ！！！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-115242965069508137?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/115242965069508137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=115242965069508137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/115242965069508137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/115242965069508137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-originally-suppossed-to-blog-on.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114959738373963732</id><published>2006-06-06T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:36:23.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>06/06/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people said that this is the day satan likes or somthing like like. All i kknow is that it sounds pretty cool~. That's why i blogged. I wanted this date to appear. wahaha. Anyway, my brother just mentioned something i should have done-to post at 6.06am..but obvioulsy like 10 or so hours over that.Anyway,the omen opens today. Guess what i like about the owen..woops..i meant the &lt;em&gt;omen.&lt;/em&gt;  anyway, i like it cause it sounds like owen. LOL!. and there's a guy in the seven o' clock show on channel u whose name is owen. And...he's HOT~..*swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bro: I more HOT&lt;br /&gt;Me: -no reply-&lt;br /&gt;My bro: walao...scared to talk issit, cause i'm sooo HOT..&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114959738373963732?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114959738373963732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114959738373963732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114959738373963732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114959738373963732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/06/060606-some-people-said-that-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114881955433805226</id><published>2006-05-28T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:32:34.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think that i've not blogged for a very long time. hee!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to grassroots club today.&lt;br /&gt;For what?&lt;br /&gt;To eat...&lt;br /&gt;We ate at the naked fish shoppe. Weird name huh, since i had always assumed that all fished were naked. Do fish wear clothes?   o.O&lt;br /&gt;Guess  what we ate.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously fish. but, my brother so weirdly ordered chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Anway, i found out something...i think that, either i'm act smart, or i'm very dumb. Cause, there were many kinds of soup. Mushroom, green pea, tomyam, lobster bisque..i know how all of em whould taste like. (with the exception of the lobster bisque). And guess what? i ordered lobster bisque, only i called it &lt;em&gt;the lobster soup thingy&lt;/em&gt;, cause i didn't know how to pronounce 'bisque'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i acted smart. i know i did a really stupid thing, like ordering something i didn't know. And you know what? it tasted real 'orrible. tasted like stale fish..ewww.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i exchanged soup with my father. Actually, he saw the strained expression on my face and offered to exchange with me. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, i had the US grilled cat fish. there were 2 rather medium pieces on the huge plate. And, i ate em all up. later, there was the chololate fondue. we(me, my sis and bro) all snatched to get the strawberry and the cream puff to dip into the chocolate. We ate like primary school-no, nursery kids. I felt so embarrassed of myself, but then, i couldn't stop myself. the chocolate was like, so creamy, milky, choclately, yummy,delicious, scrumptious. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end result was the table being splattered with all sorts of gravy plus solidified chocolate(that looked suspiciously like shit to me) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm off to watch flame of recca. Pretty nice show duh.^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114881955433805226?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114881955433805226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114881955433805226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114881955433805226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114881955433805226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-that-ive-not-blogged-for-very.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114507182504678619</id><published>2006-04-15T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T11:30:25.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ask you guys something. What would you do if you saw a really huge flying ant(not sure what to call it, but its basically a huge ant, i think more than, or around 2cm and it was kinda fat and had wings.) struggling in the middle of the swimming pool..&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my cousin, (mind you, she's not like six seven years old. She's in fact, 2 decades old.) she tried to save the insect. She repeatedly ran to the other side of the pool, which was far away and attempted to 'push' the water, as in, try to get the insect nearer to the side of the pool so she could then scoop it up safetly. Obviously she didn't suceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would? Considering that her effort at 'pushing' the water only ended up with creating nice wave effects on the water and the insect floating further to the middle of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;We had numerous arguments over who should be the one to push my insect-saviour-to-be cousin into the pool. i even offered 5 bucks, but was later met with violent objections cause of the &lt;em&gt;diamond&lt;/em&gt; ring and &lt;em&gt;expensive&lt;/em&gt; stuff that she wore. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we went up to our uncles' unit. Guys just need a playstation. Guess how we girls amused ourselves..We took their handphones, and started snapping pictures. Lots of em. In the end, i wonder if they were deleted. I asked for my cuz' opinion. Guess what he said.&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Only one is nice leh.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Which one.."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "there.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh..."&lt;br /&gt;*stares*&lt;br /&gt;Me: "i look so...constipated in that one.."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114507182504678619?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114507182504678619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114507182504678619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114507182504678619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114507182504678619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/04/ask-you-guys-something.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114440285244226985</id><published>2006-04-07T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T17:40:52.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had this Language Fest this whole week. And, you know, we'd spend the first half of the day on activities and then normal lessons wold resume after recess. The thing is that, this whole lang fest thingy gives me the &lt;em&gt;exams are over&lt;/em&gt; kind of feeling. The no-need-to-study and the i-feel-so-relaxed feeling. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is, i get so exhausted-for Tuesday, where we ran around for 2 whole  hours, i can understand. But then again, how big is our school?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, but just a casual question: Can one get exhausted just by sitting down in the hall for 2 hours? An air conditioned hall at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are complainin' 'bout the lang fest. That, the teachers are not paying attention to our studies and that this whole thing is just a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Um...dudes. Think about it. Are you guys seriously concerned about your studies, or is it just all of you who want to go against the teachers. If you guys are serious about your studies(which i seriously doubt, by the looks of it,) then i guess i'll stop at here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i feel that the lang fest is great. yeah, so we can skip some lessons. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Arg..&lt;br /&gt;My mind's blank all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;And there's a problem with my letter 'u'.&lt;br /&gt;i need to press down, very hard and most of the time, i'll end up with words like sha_n and yo_.&lt;br /&gt;Those words are shaun and you by the way.&lt;br /&gt;shall end now.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114440285244226985?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114440285244226985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114440285244226985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114440285244226985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114440285244226985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-had-this-language-fest-this-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114422959183543174</id><published>2006-04-05T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T17:33:11.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went over to 4H as usual for recess. All along, while snacking on the ham and cheese sandwich(basically, it was just a piece of ham and a piece of really sticky cheese that had soomehow gotten melty stuffed between a piece of white brread.) Courtesy of oishan by the way, there was this humming sound somewhere. I somehow assummed that someone was mowing the grass outside since we were sitting near the window.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, i think it was Lynnette or Rykiel or maybe even eugenia, that pointed out 'someone's singing'. I think it was Eugenia. Only then did i realise that the &lt;em&gt;'someone was mowing the grass outside'&lt;/em&gt; assumption i made was wrong. Absolutely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mention who the someone was, i know that guy's name. It's just that, i might get into trouble if i spell that name out. Anyway, the main thing here is not the person's name. So, Whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to how oishan sang. I've listened (most of the time without their consent which means i'm eavesdropping-all in the name of fun), to how some of my friends (and cousins for that matter) sing, with their headphones set at full blast. I hate to say this, but they-i mean i think most of us would sound pretty awful (and gross) like that. I mean, we can't really hear our own raw voices. All we hear is the loud music and nice singing blasting into our ears. So then, we simply sing along(most of the time very loudly and off tune). Going off tune or off key or even &lt;em&gt;zao xia-ing&lt;/em&gt; is perfectly normal. Perfectly understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that guy, he had only one earpiece plugged in, and the thing was that, he wasn't singing (if you can call &lt;em&gt;what he did&lt;/em&gt; singing..) off key, or off tune. He couldn't have went outta tune. Because, there was no tune!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. there was no tune at all. It was just &lt;em&gt;saying&lt;/em&gt; (actually, mumbling) the words out. Okay. maybe there &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a key. But he basically stayed at the same note for the whole song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There could be two reasons for this.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he didn't want to go off key. So he sang to one note.&lt;br /&gt;Or, perhaps he just doesn't have that musical talent.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even, he purposely did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114422959183543174?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114422959183543174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114422959183543174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114422959183543174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114422959183543174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-over-to-4h-as-usual-for-recess.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114386499969460392</id><published>2006-04-01T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T12:16:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously, i think i'm running outta things to blog about. My life's boring, nothing much ever happens around here. So, i guess i always end up talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what i've been doing for the past fifteen minutes?&lt;br /&gt;Decorating my foolscape paper cover with 'knight' and pictures of kakashi. I treid drawing gaara. But it turned out pretty weird. So weird in fact that only his eyeballs looked normal. There's one picture of him as a boy, holding A teddy bear. Guess what? i only managed to draw the teddy bear right. Oh right. I drew his eyebrows correctly too. Actually, everyone would have drawn someone's eyebrows 'correctly' since there's only one stroke. A few more for those who have extremely thick eyebrows. That's seriously humliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maid's making up the background music. She's singing in the toilet. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is that, i'm beginning to get used to her singing, somewhat like getting used to long lessons in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are itchy. Must be some blood sucking female mosquito. I think blood sucking has 2 meanings. One of which, basically means to suck blood, as with most mosquitoes do. the other? i don't know to to explain..Maybe this sentence will help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the blood sucking fella&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;ctually, i don't think it makes any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, shall continue finding ways to make gaara's face seem more acceptable. I also javen't really mastered the love word tatooed on his face too. (ai...the fan ti zi -basically, this means the ancient way of writing love in chinese) If you guys still don't know what or whom i'm talking about, then go to yahoo , click on images and type gaara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my foolscape...^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114386499969460392?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114386499969460392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114386499969460392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114386499969460392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114386499969460392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/04/seriously-i-think-im-running-outta.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114372563433975154</id><published>2006-03-30T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:33:54.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never been a ghost or spirit person. Basically, that means that i do not really believe in the supernatural. I know. All those true Singapore ghost stories do intrige me. I guess, the fact that stuff has have not occurred to people i know or somewhat like that.&lt;br /&gt;People i know have talked about strange happenings. Usually, happening at camps. I ant to believe in them. That the supernatural exists. But the problem is that, i can't bring myself to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i', trying really hard to do that now. At least, when my sis and someone (Who refused to be brought up here no matter what..)told be about &lt;em&gt;it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went for a camp. A 3 day 2 night camp. At Dairy Farm. Not the farm whereby farmers get milk outta cows' udders. It's an MOE campsite, somewhere in Bukit Timah.&lt;br /&gt;According to them, at night, when they were sleeping, a girl apparently jumped onto them. Appprently the girl was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; altheletic, nor was she very strong. But, that night, she seemed strong. Damn strong in fact.&lt;br /&gt;It took like so many to hold her back.&lt;br /&gt;She had a high fever the next day and was sent back.&lt;br /&gt;Possessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i don't even wanna know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114372563433975154?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114372563433975154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114372563433975154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114372563433975154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114372563433975154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-never-been-ghost-or-spirit-person.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114311160985541466</id><published>2006-03-23T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:00:09.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to catch Nanny Mc Phee (Is that how you spell it?) with eugenia.&lt;br /&gt;Guess where we watched it at?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. J8. I guess that was kinda obvious, seeing how lazy we are, i ain't going all the way to orchard cineleisure dude. That's way outta my league.&lt;br /&gt;And, you guys (esp lynnette and oishan. maybe baoren) wanna know something? The cinema was like less than half filled. Maybe less than 20 people were there. There was no one sitting on my left and i kinda just swung my legs over the other seat *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;I betcha' that you'd all be wondering if i had bothered to kick my shoes off or something.&lt;br /&gt;Tell you a secret. I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry in advance to the unlucky fellow who's gonna be sitting there. If i remember correctly, the seat beside me was L 2. Oh yeah. The door number. It was 6 by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanny Mc Phee had one, no two 'bumps sticking out'. Warts actually, according to the kids. I especially liked her goofy tooth, which was sticking out somewhat like a hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugenia: hey! I like her tooth(actually i can't really remember if she said that but then again, i guess she also won't have remembered what she had said.^^)&lt;br /&gt; Me: Yeshhhhhhh. So cute!!!! *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;Eugenia: somewhat looks like a hamster &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No lar. Hamster got 2(teeth sticking out). She only got 1(teeth sticking out).&lt;br /&gt;Both: HAHAHHAHAHAAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continues watching show*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i enjoyed the show, and i find simon rather good looking. Simon's the oldest child in the movie. Oldest. Actually, he looks like he's in primary school or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the youngest kid-or should i say baby, actually knows how to speak, though haltingly. I find it weird. But then again, it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something. I seem to classify every thing as cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, i think i'm not really making sense, so i guess i'll stop here for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114311160985541466?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114311160985541466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114311160985541466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114311160985541466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114311160985541466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-to-catch-nanny-mc-phee-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114302343579319971</id><published>2006-03-22T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:30:35.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Déjà vu</title><content type='html'>Guys. I'm rushing to finish watching naruto so i guess this would be pretty short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had this sense of déjà vu. Like, when you're talking to someone or in some kind of situation. Any kind of situation, good or bad or even just neutral(what i mean in a neutral situation is like going through your dail routines.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, recently, i was talking over the phone with one of my buddies. sHe suddenly asked me a question. I was like. "Hey! where did this happen before..." then i replied to her question. It then occured to me that this scenario had actually seriously happened before in one of my dreams, years ago 'cause my reply to her question simply poped into my head, like it was rehearsed before. I didn't say anything to my buddy, probably because i would have sounded like a total idiot. Have I not made a fool outta myself already, with the block 804 thingy and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, all this while, there was this uncanny sense of déjà vu. It was like a movie you've seen being replayed again in your head or something. creepy; but then again, fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;You guys wanna know why on earth i had suddenly remembered that i had a dream about that conversation? Okay basically,  i had actually had a dream about this conversation and the weirdest part was that, i had replied the exact same reply as i had to my friend in my dream and in reality(as in, on that day.)&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i don't know if this entry made any sense, but if you  guys have any enquiries, post it up on the tagboard. (this sounds corny...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to naruto dudes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching episode 76.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114302343579319971?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114302343579319971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114302343579319971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114302343579319971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114302343579319971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/03/dj-vu.html' title='Déjà vu'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114248459098952399</id><published>2006-03-16T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:49:51.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems that I've been a little disgusting in my previous post, which was like ages ago and now, to make up for my gross post, I have some great news that would surely delight some of you out there.&lt;br /&gt;You guys can have the privilege of calling me an idiot. For a week. I won't retaliate. That's a promise. Now, in case you were wondering why i'm being so kind...&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, even before the schoool holidays began, i was sitting ever so peacefully at the bus stop fiddling with the starp on my bag. Then, came an old couple. First, they looked at the sign saying which bus was available at that bus stop and all. then, they paced about. then, they conversed in some dialect i assumed it to be hokkien, since i only understood parts of it. I was like. Oh great. I think they're gonna come over to me right now and ask me about the buses.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? They did.&lt;br /&gt;*Old man and lady walks towards me, with me thinking'oh shit'*&lt;br /&gt;old lady: Ah Girl arh. &lt;em&gt;ni zhi dao da na yi hao ba shi  dao&lt;/em&gt; block 804(or something) &lt;em&gt;ma&lt;/em&gt;? [basically, this meant something like, girl, do you know which bus to take to get to block 804]&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blur look* Um...&lt;em&gt;wo bu shi hen qing chu..&lt;/em&gt;[basically this means, that i'm not very sure.]&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: oh. &lt;em&gt;ni bu shi zhu zai zhe yi qu de arh..[&lt;/em&gt;this means that oh I see. You don't live arond this area, do you?]&lt;br /&gt;Me: actually...&lt;br /&gt;*she interrupted me. -.-*&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: then &lt;em&gt;bu yong jing.&lt;/em&gt;[then i guess it's alright.]&lt;br /&gt;At this point, some guys wearing the uniforms of a bus driver walked by. The Old couple walked to them and asked. I didn't hear what they said. Guess i was too engrossed in thinking where in the world block 804 was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus 265 comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And was kind of surprised to see the old couple get on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I act innocent. Could feel their stares though. Then i thought: Never mind, they should be getting off much later than me.*self assurance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. You know what happened? they got off at the exact same stop as me. Later, i found out the block 804 was OPPOSITE my house. Could you imagine my embarrassment when the old couple started talking. I swear. I heard them talking about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys can start calling me an idiot now.&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain first. Kay?&lt;br /&gt;I live opposite the blocks of HDB flats. And. there are soo many flats opposite. How could i like remember them all? Why don't they ask me something easier, something like do you know where  Thomson is or something. Or. Do you know where Esso is? that, i know.&lt;br /&gt;Ah. i can hear my sister calling me an idiot now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114248459098952399?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114248459098952399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114248459098952399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114248459098952399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114248459098952399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/03/seems-that-ive-been-little-disgusting.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114130798907375404</id><published>2006-03-02T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:59:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got sunburnt.*scratch*&lt;br /&gt;On my nose and cheek.*scratch*&lt;br /&gt;There's this reddish tinge, especially so at the bridge and tip of my nose that somehow reminds me of rudolf.*scratch*&lt;br /&gt;And..It's itchy too. (now it's starting to sting a little, seeing how vigorous i'm scratching it.)*scratch*&lt;br /&gt;Grr.*scratch*&lt;br /&gt;By the way. Went to Lido. *scratch*&lt;br /&gt;Watched i'm not stupid too.*scratch*&lt;br /&gt;(according to Mr Choo, he somehow jumbled up the words to something like i not too stupid. makes a huge difference eh?)*scratch*&lt;br /&gt;I know its getting irritating, seeing that i keep scratching my cheek at every interval. But at least you know it's &lt;em&gt;that itchy. okay. &lt;/em&gt;Let's get on track.&lt;br /&gt;Lynnette cried.&lt;br /&gt;Puay Ching cried.&lt;br /&gt;Rykiel, according to oishan, also cried.&lt;br /&gt;Oishan and eugenia claimed to have'tears in their eyes'.&lt;br /&gt;Baoren-i heard he felt touched.&lt;br /&gt;Me?-completely emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can explain. I was hungry, and cold, and probably distracted by oishan's presence. I wasn't touched at all. no idea why, but i was emotional-when i watched a season for love. That korean movie. I counted. One tear drop. then, the movie ended. I stopped generating tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well have a maths test tomorrow and, in my excitement, i forgot to bring my text book back. One good thing though. I'll not have to bring it back tomorrow. =) *practices optimism*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114130798907375404?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114130798907375404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114130798907375404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114130798907375404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114130798907375404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-got-sunburnt.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114121056248385368</id><published>2006-03-01T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:56:02.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep writing the date today as 29/2. Many many times, considering that i have 1 measly piece of foolscape paper left. Imagine the amount of correction tape i've expended(okay. It isn't that bad. My record currently holds at one whole roll of correction tape used up just because of an Add maths paper. Freaky huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a happy birthday to those out there whose birthday falls on th 29 of February. It seems pretty sad. But, come to think of it, You age 'slower'..four times (or five..i can't recall) &lt;em&gt;slower&lt;/em&gt;  that the normal human being. I'm not saying that being born on the 29 of Feb is &lt;em&gt;abnormal.&lt;/em&gt; Don't infer. Just read on. I guess that's unique.&lt;br /&gt;Special.&lt;br /&gt;Also, You won't have to worry 'bout having your head smashed into your birthday cake by your dear cousin. I said &lt;em&gt;dear &lt;/em&gt;cousin. How ironic. How can a dousin be dear if she intends to smash my head in a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh..wanna continue watching FMA dudes. Its cool. I love shows with special effects. With cool people in it, With good looking people in it(most importatnly, the guy must be shuai. The girl, must be reasonable.)&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114121056248385368?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114121056248385368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114121056248385368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114121056248385368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114121056248385368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-keep-writing-date-today-as-292.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114111991820302271</id><published>2006-02-28T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:45:18.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird guy</title><content type='html'>Actually this happened yesterday. I forgot 'bout it till i hit the 'shut down' button. Obviously after that, i couldn't be bothered to switch on the computer again. Hey. You can't blame me. I actually &lt;em&gt;bothered&lt;/em&gt;  to blog. That's an imorovement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i've been blogging consecutively for three times (and counting) I seriously deserve something...*gives myself a pat on the back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;On my dreary way home yesterday, i was kinda approaching my stop(actually, i'm always kinda&lt;em&gt; approaching my stop..&lt;/em&gt; since my house's like 3 bus stops away and all.)&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So, lets be more accurate. The bus was like around less than 200m away from the stop where i would be alighting, when it braked. Suddenly. And swerved left. This happened simultaneously. Dunno how the driver did it thought. The bus was still moving, (if you can call the speed which it was crawling at &lt;em&gt;moving). T&lt;/em&gt;he thing was that, as the bus was going darn fast at first, the force that 'threw' us forward was like WHAM. There was this sudden movement of bodies towards the front(its no biggie though. Just mentioning it cause it seemed fun). Something like the Kallang wave you see at the NDP. hah!&lt;br /&gt;I bet that every single person on that bus was silently cussing the bus driver at that point in time..&lt;br /&gt;Then, i saw the sudden head movement. (actually, it was more like gradual head movement. Oh well.) Obviously, being the typical &lt;em&gt;kaypoh &lt;/em&gt;Singaporean, i turned too. (in layman's term, i simply looked outta the window.)&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the bus had stopped to a slow crawl..something like a tortoise crawling (actually, tortoises are not slow. Remember the rabbit and the tortoise had a race?).&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, all of us saw a guy. Most likely a construction worker, seeing that there was construction going on beside the road. And that he looked like a construction worker.vAnyway, this guy was lying. I repeat. LYING RIGHT SMACK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD. Like he was sleeping or something. The middle lane at that. He got up slowly to a sitting position. Legs stretched out 'comfortably' in front of him. It gave me the impression that he was comfy right where he was.&lt;br /&gt;Behind us, i could see cars swerving dangerously at the last minute, just narrowly misssing him. yet there he was, sitting down there without a care. The bus proceded, turned, and then, reached the bus stop. I got off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have sworn that the guy actually smirked when cars swered to avoid him. Weird. That was seriously so freakin' weird. I think the guy's mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114111991820302271?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114111991820302271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114111991820302271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114111991820302271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114111991820302271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/02/weird-guy.html' title='weird guy'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114104363544369570</id><published>2006-02-27T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:33:55.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya know the recent 'popularity' of sex videos?&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted popularity that is.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, some girl or guy for that matter taped themselves having s** or something like that. Obviously, many kinda like condemned the poor girl (and guy, if u say so)..&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i don't know whats the point of this post but, since i happen to be asked to write down my feelings 'bout this topic, yeah..*sheepish grin*&lt;br /&gt;As lynnette said,( i seem to be quoting from some great well know poet or something) nowadays, there's 3 major news-worthy headlines that's got everyone's attention(including the teachers, who're makin' us poor students to do reports or journals or whatsoever thingy on these stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;*indulges in self pity*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the first one would be the 11 o' clock 'curfew' thingy. I know its not a curfew, but then again, i can't find the suitable word for it. Okay i admit, i was lazy to type out something like 'teens under 17 not 'possed to stay out late' or something.&lt;br /&gt;Next up would be the sex videos thingo.&lt;br /&gt;Up last, would then be the Danish thingy. Um..the cartoons? Didn't really read that part. Sry. Feeling downright stupid and ignorant now. *flips the strains times for that piece of news*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just an update..i haven't gotten watching fearless or munich yet. Still have Mr and Mrs Smith.. Aw. Why is it that when i have so little time, the number of drama serials and movies i own suddenly increase a great deal?  T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;O ya. I'm over inuyasha. I'm into FMA&lt;br /&gt;Full Metal Alchemist&lt;em&gt; lar&lt;/em&gt; dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114104363544369570?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114104363544369570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114104363544369570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114104363544369570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114104363544369570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/02/ya-know-recent-popularity-of-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114095980177899781</id><published>2006-02-26T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:16:42.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya!&lt;br /&gt;i guess i broke my nice record (of blogging 2 times in a row.) Wanted to make that 3 times. Was simply too lazy. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had tuition today. A Maths and Chinese. Both were make up lessons. Anyway, i noticed a trend thingo at my Add Maths class. Lol. I get to eat pineapple flavoured mentos every lesson. hah! yeah. There's this guy who always brings pineapple flavoured mentos every lesson. I think he started this from last week. haha. And. He likes to talk. A great deal. I mean, in school, i've seen just about the worst chatterboxes(hey dudes no personal insult intended. Just makin' a comparison or somethin') Anyway, that guy's many many many times worse. He simply can't keep his mouth close(i wanted to use 'shut', but then, that wouldn't have sounded so nice.^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He yaks and yaks, in a comical manner, his voice always &lt;em&gt;zao xia-ing&lt;/em&gt; at every sentence.(me thinks he does it on purpose-i hope). And, he talks of the aircon being too cold and old, the mentos being so sour and nice, the tutor being so mean and bad(towards him only&lt;em&gt; lar&lt;/em&gt; ). so on and so on. His voice simply becomes a soft hum.(something like background music.haha)&lt;br /&gt;and, i guess our tutor couldn't bear it any longer today.&lt;br /&gt;this was what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four students. Me, a guy(No.1), another guy(no.2), and another guy(no.3).&lt;br /&gt;Doing our work, with that guy's ramblings makin' up the 'soothing' background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutor: Hey! No.1 arh... You're disturbing the only lady student here leh.( i know its dumb..but that was what he said..)&lt;br /&gt;No 1: Where got?!?!&lt;br /&gt;*turns to me...*&lt;br /&gt;Tutor: He's very irritating issit?&lt;br /&gt;*No 1 starts shaking head furiously*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um...*hesistates* *nods* Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;No 1: Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;No 2 and 3: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;No 2: Teacher..actually not his fault leh. Look at her pencil box..&lt;br /&gt;*point point*&lt;br /&gt;Everyone suddenly gains interest in my pencil box. My pretty old pencil box which has been with me since last year.&lt;br /&gt;No 1: Do...I...Look..Like..I...What?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;            ohhhh. Do i look like i freaking care.&lt;br /&gt;No. 3: haha. so don't care about him making noise is it?&lt;br /&gt;Tutuor: do i look like i freaking care?&lt;br /&gt;At this point, everyone starts laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i know it's lame. But, waddayall expect me to blog about if i don't blog on lame happenings like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm gonna watch Munich. That M18 film. Oh yea. Fearless too. Anyone wanna come along?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114095980177899781?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114095980177899781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114095980177899781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114095980177899781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114095980177899781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/02/heya-i-guess-i-broke-my-nice-record-of.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114059565703840991</id><published>2006-02-22T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:07:37.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waddayathink</title><content type='html'>eh.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;that i actually blogged.&lt;br /&gt;two times in a row.(this is the second one..i blogged yesterday too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, no 3 things i guess i'm gonna blog 'bout in this entry. But let's just keep it short (and sweet-if you want to) cuz i'm so hungry. and my ramen's gettin' cold downstairs. Its a good thing the com's upstairs. Or i bet, i'll not blog. I'm a sucker when it comes to ramen. &lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i read meng zhou's blog entry-on the one where he caught a thief or something. Kinda amazing. Like in a drama serial or some action flick. I'm impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, yea. got back the rest of my CT results. And LOL. how i wished i had written the three friggin' words' trial and error' or issit 'trial an error' or issit 'try and error' or maybe 'try an error'? If i hadden been so lazy, to uncap my pen after i've recapped it, moved my hand to grab the pen, written on the exam script, i would have gotten a 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;100!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I never got a 100 before...=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, this is not the point. The point is that, all those subjects which i haven't done really well last year (close to failing grade, or actually , more accurately, fail badly but becuz' of moderation then pass that kind of subjects), i did extremely well. 80 and above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The third thing...i forgot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*receives numerous nudges from stupid shaun*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That dummy's making me-no. forcing me i should say, to play VS(something liek gunz or cs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm just like free frag for him... i don't like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, my ramen's gettin colder by the second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So...Cya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114059565703840991?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114059565703840991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114059565703840991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114059565703840991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114059565703840991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/02/waddayathink.html' title='waddayathink'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-114044295673676461</id><published>2006-02-20T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:42:36.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this post's been due for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got my chinese O level results like days ago.&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i was too shocked to blog or something.&lt;br /&gt;Anway, folks, in case u were wonderin', i got an A&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*happy face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;*gloomy face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame. i know. A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had kinda expected a B3. Didn't know why though i still felt a lil' disappointed when i got an A2. Guess it's human nature huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking 'bout marks. hah! i managed to weedle a wee total of minus one plus 2 marks(that equals 1 if you're not sure) outta Ms Yeo, who coincidentally happens to be my english T'cher.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. If only i hadn't shown her the first page. I could have gotten 2 marks. That would have raised my marks-by one whole grade. There's a huge difference between a B and an A ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I think you guys know that i have extremely memory. Especially remembering people. So yar; Don't worry-I don't expect all of you to remember me too.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this guy from Cat high at the busstop today. He happened to be in front of me, and turned to look at me a couple of times. Obviously, i looked at him back. There was something very familiar 'bout him.&lt;br /&gt;I think he noticed it too.(that i looked familiar or something-thats y he kept looking back i guess) I stared and stared. But couldn't remember where i had seen him before. His face looked damn freakin familiar. Familiar to an extent that scared me. i knew that i knew him before. (umm..does this make sense??!?!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Coincidentally, we got onto the same bus. I sat in front and yea, thought 'bout it. Primary school class mate? LOL. I don't even remember half of my class. Okay, i can remember some names (less than 10) but faces?. Only my dear cousin and a few others(5). of the guys in my class, sad to say, i can only remember 4 of them. Hazy blurry memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, there's something i regretted at that point in time.&lt;br /&gt;I should have bought a class photo...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-114044295673676461?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/114044295673676461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=114044295673676461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114044295673676461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/114044295673676461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/02/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-113879184382603970</id><published>2006-02-01T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T19:04:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do i blog (a super lame entry.)</title><content type='html'>wonder why i blogged today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I'm not about to brag about how much money i received on chinese new year, or how many more decayed teeth i've gained due to too much good food, or how many more eye bags i've gotten due to the past few late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great relevation: I blogged cuz i &lt;em&gt;shuang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       I blogged cuz its the first of Feb&lt;br /&gt;                                       I blogged cuz i like the number '1'&lt;br /&gt;                                       I blogged cuz i happened to be free&lt;br /&gt;                   I blogged cuz i didn't want my bro to continue hoggin the com.&lt;br /&gt;                         Lastly...I blogged cuz i felt like blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-113879184382603970?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113879184382603970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=113879184382603970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113879184382603970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113879184382603970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-do-i-blog-super-lame-entry.html' title='why do i blog (a super lame entry.)'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-113781493452439439</id><published>2006-01-21T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T11:42:14.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my com's been givin' me priblems lately-probably of the many online games installed &gt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;its been not responding...keeps hanging, keeps lagging in games. =.=&lt;br /&gt;ANd...baoren's pissed that i did not ask him whther he wanted to come along with us for the movie (we'd be watching memoirs of a geisha later on btw). He told me something like that:&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed&lt;br /&gt;i ask : y?&lt;br /&gt;he says: i'm pissed cuz u all din ask me. fullstop. byebye.&lt;br /&gt;i say: *explains* *explains*&lt;br /&gt;-no reply-&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know he wanted to come along. He's not replying to me on msn-a sign that's he seriously pissed. He should be allright on monday-i hope.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. have li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-113781493452439439?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113781493452439439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=113781493452439439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113781493452439439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113781493452439439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-coms-been-givin-me-priblems-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-113759294411226801</id><published>2006-01-18T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:02:24.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been darn friggin' busy these past few weeks. I haven't even time to sneak a look at my blog  &gt;&lt; actually i'm doin' exactly that right now...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gotta test comin' uup tomorrow-physics of all subjects. Lol. Finished 'studying'. Up till now, i don't&lt;em&gt;  fully&lt;/em&gt;  understand what 'studying'actually means. I mean, issit what i think it is? Cramming facts that doesn't make sense at all into your head?! that's kinda ridiculous (This kinda reminds me of harry potter shouting out a spell..) hee..&lt;br /&gt;Or issit memorising the whole of a textbook? Those authors authoring textbooks sure have it easy. They write or should i say type out LONG sentences. Our job as students? We remember em' - by heart *takes out heart and puts textbook inside* Dam. i think im getting a lil' cranky out here. better end. Um.. does this phrase &lt;em&gt;authors authoring textbooks&lt;/em&gt; make any sense??? hope it does..&lt;br /&gt;Gonna continue 'studying'. i mean that i'mmm gonna try and stuff my physics textbook into my heart. =)   sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-113759294411226801?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113759294411226801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=113759294411226801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113759294411226801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113759294411226801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/01/been-darn-friggin-busy-these-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-113617892896159571</id><published>2006-01-02T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:15:28.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 2006. Just turned 15 around a week ago. Some people in my year would soon be turning 16 or some of em; are 16 already. I don't feel any different. The countdown was, okay. I used the word okay, cuz if i asked myself truthfully, i guess it was kinda &lt;em&gt;normal, &lt;/em&gt;me shouting my head off- 3  2  1...happy new year. Guess the joy of staying up and counting down has somewhat worn off over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, New enviroment, New feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe i'm in sec 4...LOL i don't have that kind of&lt;em&gt;  maturity&lt;/em&gt;  that most people have yet. I still feel &lt;em&gt;young...&lt;/em&gt; weird feeling-the kind that doesn't wanna accept that i'm growin' up and have to shoulder MORE responsibilities. I feel taht i'm not yet ready. Think Peter Pan. The boy who lived. Um..the boy who lived?! isn;t  that harry potter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction: the boy who stays the exact same age forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, on teh news, someone is saying something like: "i'm very optimistic about two oh oh six........no disasters....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. Anyway, I've been lookin at the calander, and lookin for the next holiday. Turns out its only a week away-actually, exactly a week away. 10th January- hari raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo HOO!!! i'd sure be LOOKIN" forward------------------&gt;*looks* to that tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year resolution no. 6: i'd lay off on booze after hearin all those disgusting noises on new years' eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year resolution no. 7:No more last minute revision(tho i think that'll take me ages gettin outta the habit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year resolution no. 8: Revitalise my brain cells so i don't keep forgettin important stuff (like where i placed my tie-luckily for my mum-and br) actually, i have absolutely no idea how to improve my memory. Would appreciate opinions on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year resolution no. 9: Don't give up halfway while reading chinese comic books(esp if they're in&lt;em&gt;  fan ti zi&lt;/em&gt; that kind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year resolution no. 10: try to resolute all my resolutions(um..does this make sense?!?! dunno.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-113617892896159571?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113617892896159571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=113617892896159571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113617892896159571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113617892896159571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-113577934104721182</id><published>2005-12-28T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:15:41.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided to blog cuz i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hafta go down tomorrow to make my IC or something. LOL. darn troublesome...anyway, the hols are ending. Justa couple of days more and wham! back to dreary old school life. Umm..actually skool life ain't all that dreary. Its just the sittin' in the classroom, stuck in your seat that feelin' that's dreary. Not forgettin' the hot afternoons that make beads of sweat form..Eeeeeww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..my new year resolutions(shall list 5 of em' down for tonight and continue with the list another day!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 new year resolution no.1: clear my desk. (its so clutterred with stuff that i hardly have any space left to study or to do work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 new year resolution no.2: Clear out all my files ( ya know, all those sec 3 stuff are still hangin 'round in my file-including those from 2nd Jan 2005  wah..i have some serious cleaning up to do. You'd probably find me all dirt-caked and dusty when i finished all that stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 new year resolution no.3: V3 phone in HOT PINK!! (possibility of getting one in black, but i'd prefer the pink one anytime. Firstly cuz its less common and well, its PINK...&lt;em&gt;hot &lt;/em&gt;pink to be exact. Hee =)     )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 new year resolution no.4: Save more money  to get my walkman phone[2nd choice] (it costs around 1k plus...actually, i have it.  just that my parents...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 new year resolution no.5:  Hone my persuasion skills.(i have to be &lt;em&gt;extremely &lt;/em&gt;persuasive to persuade my parents to let me have that &lt;em&gt;extremely &lt;/em&gt;ex. walkman phone. They'd probably say: a phone is for calling, not to be a sub. for ur walkman or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-113577934104721182?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113577934104721182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=113577934104721182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113577934104721182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113577934104721182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/12/decided-to-blog-cuz-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-113557952444062549</id><published>2005-12-26T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:45:24.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;sry..have not been blogging for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;just an update...ive watched the chronicles of narnia many days ago. It was pretty entertaining. Haha..my cousin was like so attracted to Peter. She kept gushing about his age-he's 18 according to her, and about that she still has a chance blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOl&lt;br /&gt;and we had 2 consecutive christmas parties on the 24th and 25th&lt;br /&gt;i drank alotta alcohol. White wine, red wine, some dragon breath thingo that was so hot that my throat burned for what seemed like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i felt kinda light headed. Yea. haha and BBQed until 12 plus, chatted, fed some strays, played blind man(i was hidding on top of a table..then my superbly idiotic cousin grabbed me by my ankles and yanked me down. There were like many many swivel chairs below and i kinda like bounced on each of em and finally, onto the floor. OWIE! i'm black and blue in some places now..T__T) and finally fell asleep at around 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i woke up on the 25th around 11. Twas a christmas cum early birthday celebration.Still feeling dizzy and disorientated, i struggled thru my miserable breakfast and set up the christmas tree. What's christmas without a christmas treee?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we buffet for lnch and BBQed again...for dinner. By the time Twas 9, i was sweating like a pig, smelling strongly of BBQed meat. I must say, i smelt like a piece of living horsemeat.(wonder if that made sense..) anyway, we played volleyball blah blah blah and i sweated even more profusely(yuk!) A WHoley exciting weekend but the fact that school was gonna reopen soon kinda took some of the fun away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-113557952444062549?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113557952444062549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=113557952444062549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113557952444062549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113557952444062549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-guys-sry.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-113489212477743811</id><published>2005-12-18T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T15:48:44.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched perhaps love directed by Peter Chan many many days ago. What led me to wanna watch that movie was simple-takeshi kaneshiro. Not Zhou Xun, nor Jacky Cheung, and not even Ji Jin Hee. But before that, yea, we were debating whether to catch pride and prejudice or takeshi kaneshiro. I won em' over eventually, convincing them that i have had absolute good taste in movies and since i had a premonition (sadly due to takeshi kaneshiro being in the movie) that it would be quite good, we went for perhaps love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the movie, all i know is there is this &lt;em&gt;san jiao lian ai &lt;/em&gt;thingy going on. I did not even realise that Ji Jin Hee was in the movie(sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;Guess i was staring too much at Takeshi kaneshiro, trying to figure out why he doesn't look as &lt;em&gt;shuai&lt;/em&gt; (as in &lt;em&gt;di si ying, &lt;/em&gt;not &lt;em&gt;di yi ying...) &lt;/em&gt;as i had thought he would be. I was thinking...maybe his hair was a lil' too long and unkept in the movie. And the next thing i saw was, a man, presumbly the director of the musical or someonelse 'dead'. All the blood flowing the usual yuckky stuff. LOL Just my type of movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, after i got home and read the movie review, then i understood wad it was all about. =.= ain't i pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess my new year resolutions shall have to wait. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-113489212477743811?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113489212477743811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=113489212477743811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113489212477743811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113489212477743811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/12/watched-perhaps-love-directed-by-peter.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-113452709528868959</id><published>2005-12-14T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:24:55.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm totally pissed. Firstly, because of my friggin brother, then again because of my maid.&lt;br /&gt;he called me a &lt;em&gt;freak &lt;/em&gt;who keeps &lt;em&gt;freakin usin the com&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;what the. my first reaction was shock. Then came the pissed feeling.Was this guy standing in front of me, sporting that weird hairdo and bad dress sense my brother?!?!&lt;br /&gt;was this guy who till this day, still wears hello kitty pajamas my brother?!?&lt;br /&gt;Just because i used the com for a mere 30 minutes, he gets all fires up. Great. Just great. Now i get shouted at by my brother. My &lt;em&gt;younger &lt;/em&gt;brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i suddenly find my clothes disappearing off my rack. Weird. I never knew clothes could grow legs and run away or something.&lt;br /&gt;Would be going out in about 30 minutes and i don't have a respectable outfit to wear. all my jeans gone; most of my tops also gone.&lt;br /&gt;The only solution: skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Hallelujah! i solved my problem in one minute flat. waddaya waitin for? congratulate me &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Psst: do i sound sacarstic? Hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i mustered up my courage and went to interrogate my maid about the case of the missing clothing.&lt;br /&gt;Her reply?&lt;br /&gt;" i put in Mum's room"&lt;br /&gt;triple dot...&lt;br /&gt;And, my mum's room happened to be locked. Yea. so that's why i'm in a skirt right now. It's not that i hate being in a skirt. It's just that, i feel kinda restricted. Ah well. Anyway, Being a very &lt;strong&gt;nice and understanding&lt;/strong&gt; person, i did not scold the maid. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..looks like up till now, i haven't gotten to the point yet. My christmas resolutions and my new year resolutions. Shall do that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TaTa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-113452709528868959?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113452709528868959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=113452709528868959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113452709528868959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113452709528868959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-totally-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-113314351926207478</id><published>2005-11-28T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:05:19.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm totally boreddddddddddddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;that's why I'm blogging now, or should I say, I'm &lt;em&gt;trying &lt;/em&gt;to blog right now without falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to blog about, 'cept maybe how bored I am and whether there are ways to alleviate my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;yea, but it's like, i've lenghthened everything, everysentence, everyword...its kinda immpossible to type a 1000 word blog entry on how bored my dreary life is....&lt;br /&gt;so, to alleviate my dear readers from their suffering, i shall have to end here.&lt;br /&gt;till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-113314351926207478?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113314351926207478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=113314351926207478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113314351926207478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113314351926207478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-totally-boreddddddddddddddddddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-113274182913235384</id><published>2005-11-23T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:30:29.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*growl*</title><content type='html'>i can't stand it. Up till now, i still can't seem to understand. i mean, i've been in this world for like close to a decade and a half(almost typed century..*shudders* wonder how would i look like when i'm a century old.) actually, to be exact, 14 years, 10 months, and a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i still don't understand us. Yea. &lt;em&gt;us-&lt;/em&gt; students; human beings.&lt;br /&gt;We had practice on monday and, we got punished for talking repeatedly. we had to run like 6 rounds around the parade square. Not that i'm complaining cuz, come to think of it, its good exercise.&lt;br /&gt;We had practice today(9 to 530) and, yea, we juts couldn't control our big fat mouths. the leaders were punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mouth is on our faces. &lt;br /&gt;Its our mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Its our muscles.&lt;br /&gt;Its our nervous system.&lt;br /&gt;Its our body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By rights, we &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;be able to control every single part of our body.&lt;br /&gt;Dont we breathe without fail day in day out?&lt;br /&gt;Don't we remember to wear some form of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;Dont we remember to strip before stepping into the shower.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't i typing what i want to type now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, why can't we control our mouths?&lt;br /&gt;Its just a little black hole (not &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; black hole)&lt;br /&gt;We can talk.&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying we should not talk at all.&lt;br /&gt;Just know whens the right time to talk and when's &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;the right time to.&lt;br /&gt;Its that simple. (or so it seems)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, there's this seven letter word in the dictionary;&lt;br /&gt;somewhat similar to talking&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;em&gt;whisper&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yea. whisper. Don't yell.&lt;br /&gt;That would make things slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;But, that's an improvement, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Any form of improvement is good.&lt;br /&gt;But, the best thing is still,&lt;br /&gt;to practice self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shut up when someone else is talking.&lt;br /&gt;Just shut up when someone else is presenting.&lt;br /&gt;Just shut up when someone else is teaching&lt;br /&gt;Just shut up when someone else is performing.&lt;br /&gt;Just shut up when you know its not time for you to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times,&lt;br /&gt;Like when others are done with their teaching,&lt;br /&gt;When others are done with their talking,&lt;br /&gt;When others are done with their whatsoever stuff,&lt;br /&gt;You are free to open your mouth to talk, to chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's easy for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess, it would be reeeaally difficult to carry this out.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all need some kind of tool to remind us.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a noise decibel gauge,&lt;br /&gt;which gives off an alarm when the noise level starts to get outta hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-113274182913235384?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113274182913235384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=113274182913235384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113274182913235384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113274182913235384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/11/growl.html' title='*growl*'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-113231140209817706</id><published>2005-11-18T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T18:56:42.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.&lt;br /&gt;knight's back-once again.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just found out-correction: i found out a sec ago, that handling &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; blogs wasnt/isnt as easy as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;And, i found out that my layout is/was very problematic. the words appears super big and all stuck together (um..issit just me or issit happening to everyone who decides to drop by.) also, i was likda(this is the result of wanting to type fast, trying to type two words together...i had meant to type &lt;em&gt;'like kinda'&lt;/em&gt;, but ended up thinking and typing too fast that i typed '&lt;em&gt;likda&lt;/em&gt;') getting  sick of seeing my blog look soo pathethically dark and yea &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'orrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(it pains me to type out all of this hurtful comments 'bout my own blog ya know.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;also, as i think lynnette knows, ive bene having problems with my speech not so long ago.strange huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;again, i process information too quickly...btw, before i speak, there's this weird thing that happens or i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;  happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its like, i kinda have a feeling what i am gonna say, and then i say it out. the words would somewhat, like ink on paper be written or typed(wadever) in my head. (i/m serious here) okay, then i would abviously say what i wanted to say...but then, my tongue would get twisted(i menat tongue tied; but i'm just too lazy to delete whatever i have typed) adn the words would appear jumbled together, like the &lt;em&gt;likda &lt;/em&gt;from earlier on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmmm. maybe i shall use &lt;em&gt;likda&lt;/em&gt; as a short form from now onwards. anyway, i find its usage cute..(don't any of you copy hor..)*smirk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mumbles to self:  i must buy the patent rights to &lt;em&gt;likda&lt;/em&gt;. (like the &lt;em&gt;tong xin yuan&lt;/em&gt;, the seven pm show on chnl 8, the chocolate fishballs, the cheese fishballs, the big goat (i meant dayang-who for those who dont watch the show, is a name of one of the characters.)kinda funny eh? NO? waddaya mean by NO.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jk only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'd better go look for a blogskin.bah.&lt;br /&gt;seeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-113231140209817706?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113231140209817706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=113231140209817706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113231140209817706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113231140209817706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-113152282795931892</id><published>2005-11-09T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T15:53:47.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've checked.&lt;br /&gt;and, i've got a total of 112 posts. This is my hundred and third one. hah. Didn't know that i'd make it &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; far, thought i would have given up after a few months...seriously, having a blog is-tiring. Extremely tiring. Anyway, guess you guys can guess by now that, whenever i blog, it means that maple is undergoing some form of crappy-ass patch thingo at the moment. And that, my advice to you guys is that i'm in the &lt;em&gt;disturb-me-and-you-will-get-it &lt;/em&gt;phase. Later, if maple is still not ready or when the administrators somewhat extend the time, i would move on to the&lt;em&gt; don't-let-me-see-you-or-you-will-suffer stage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this crap already. anyway, its a wonder i haven't got tired of maple. Actually, i'm kinda forcing myself to stay away from the com(stop the sniggering please. i know it sounds unreal, but, just pretend. And i'll pretend i don't know you were pretending. Oh gawd. who knows what the crap i am blogging about now. -_- Guess this is the aftereffects of being too bored. hold on...i'm NOT suppossed to be bored. I still have &lt;em&gt;homework&lt;/em&gt; to complete. Its still rotting away in my bag. Bleh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanting to self: must not stop.&lt;br /&gt;                               must continue&lt;br /&gt;                               must continue blogging&lt;br /&gt;                               must continue typing&lt;br /&gt;                               no matter what crap comes out&lt;br /&gt;                              no matter what bullshit pours out&lt;br /&gt;                               one word&lt;br /&gt;                               three syllabus&lt;br /&gt;                               eight letters&lt;br /&gt;                               starts with 'C'&lt;br /&gt;                              ends with 'E'&lt;br /&gt;                               must comtinue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must know, my eccentric behaviour(if its so obvious that it shows up) due to the fact that i have resolved(just a second ago actually) that, this post would be my longest post, ever. actually, i hope, that it &lt;em&gt;would &lt;/em&gt;be my longest post&lt;em&gt; .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its relaxing, to listen to the pattering of the rain, the gentle rolling of the thunder, coupled with some background music, prefably the one i'm listening to right now-the CD yuxin had so kindly gave me. ahhh. i feel sleeply. guess i shall ever so reluctantly dig my homework out and get to work. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata. ^(00)^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: knight rawks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-113152282795931892?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113152282795931892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=113152282795931892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113152282795931892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113152282795931892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-checked.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-113016316372647417</id><published>2005-10-24T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T22:12:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sorta told eugenia over msn taht i would blog and change my tagboard. However, due to some unforseen circumstances, i am only able to do only one of the above. My heartfelt apologies to those who have been consistently comming to my blog and are yet met with disappointment due to my lack of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. anyway, my bro went on a shopping spree today with my mother's sister, which is my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;Yea. &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; brother. can ya imagine a guy?! going &lt;em&gt;shopping!?!? LOL. &lt;/em&gt;and, i was kinda surprised that he remembered that he had two sisters during his shopping frenzy. (by the way, he just came back. he left at around 3pm or so) He...the heck care brother, actually remembered us. and bought us something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: a key chain for me from minitoons.&lt;br /&gt;Cost: 4.90 (price tag was still intact)&lt;br /&gt;        a hairband from bossini with the devils' horns sticking out.&lt;br /&gt;Cost: 9 bucks (once again, he didn't botehr removing the price tag)&lt;br /&gt;       a tee shirt from bossini, with glow-in-the-dark ghouls and ghosts blah blah, all teh usual halloween stuff (kinda cute actually)&lt;br /&gt;Cost: no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my sister: a pig keychain thingy that emits light when you press a button located somewhere on its butt.&lt;br /&gt;Cost: dunno&lt;br /&gt;                         a tee shirt, slightly teh same as mentioned above, but with a different design and colour.&lt;br /&gt;Cost: dunno&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;okay. and these are what he bought for &lt;em&gt;himself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two LARGE packets of sweets (the pick-yourself-and-put-yoursekf-into-the-bag-provided type of sweets at minitoons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tee shirt that looks very very nice (much nicer than the ones he picked for me and my sis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairband(same as above except for difference in colour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry. Keep gettin 'cheated' in maple. Perhaps due to teh fact that i was wearin noob attire at that time. Bleh. i logged into 2 of my accounts and yea, wanted to trade fame. I upped the idiot's fame lvl and he ran off...(logged off). that was in my noob acc. I was soooo pissed.&lt;br /&gt; stupid &lt;em&gt;adamsapple&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;---- thats his user. (seeing how noob he was, i deicided to froget it)&lt;br /&gt;then, i went to my main acc, dressed as a noob and started jumping about, trying to find someone to trade fame with. i found one. After i upped his fame, he din up mine. Pissed, i kept pestering him, calling him scammer etc., threatening to mass defame. (at this point, i changed into my usual wear(i cant say it was pro wear, but, at least i was around 7 lvls higher than that idiot). I guess he was somewhat intimidated. he requested that he give me 7k. And, being the nice person i always am, i accepted (duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, theres this visit to the hydroponics farm and maxtor tomorrow. Hope i'll enjoy it. hah. kinda tired. Shall go to sleep soon. and,&lt;br /&gt;must NOT tough laptop tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;MUST study for chinese o levels&lt;br /&gt;Must NOT slack about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-113016316372647417?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/113016316372647417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=113016316372647417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113016316372647417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/113016316372647417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-sorta-told-eugenia-over-msn-taht-i.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-112917920655373732</id><published>2005-10-13T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T12:53:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i admit, i've been neglecting this blog for quite a while. The reason: mainly because i keep giving myself 'xcuses NOT to blog. First, it was because of maple. Then, it was the EOY exams. And just yesterday, it was because of my &lt;em&gt;re-addiction &lt;/em&gt;to  maple. hah. I keep saying things like, i have a date with my char... that kind of stuff. and, this time, i'm returning to the blogosphere mainly becuz of the 8 hour long patch.&lt;br /&gt;yeah...i can't help myself. I'm so hopelessly addicted. In years to come, i guess i'd be wondering what had me so drawn to maple. Its the same thing all over again. First in primary school it was rs. Then GB, then RO, now maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm...i dont think this is long enough. but i don't seem to have much inspiration over what to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah well, shall just continue crapping...dont read on if you don't feel like cuz its gonna get REAL boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. That reminds me. A couple of days ago, when i was in the bus, yar, some kids(not the goat's young). to be exact,&lt;em&gt; many &lt;/em&gt;children came abroad. Then, a few minutes before reaching a stop, someone pressed the bell. (this was purrr fectly normal. the abnormal part came later on..read on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few seconds later, i heard the bell again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more seconds later. Another time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(one more turn before bus reaches bus stop) Bell is heard once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spare me the agony...it was like a living hell...hearing bell ofter bell. I was like...um, hello? can;t they hear the bell being pressed once already? can't they see the blood-red sign saying 'bus stopping'(or whatever...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hah it was a fairly comical yet frustrating incident. guess i managed to make this post rather long eh? Well, off to eat lunch now. Gonna be bored to tears without maple available. Must think of ways to make time pass faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-112917920655373732?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112917920655373732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=112917920655373732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112917920655373732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112917920655373732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-admit-ive-been-neglecting-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-112754597241592419</id><published>2005-09-24T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T15:12:52.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just updating a lil' since ppl have been complainin' 'bout my not-so-frequent-updates.&lt;br /&gt;Kay...i guess its because of maple. bleh&lt;br /&gt;i was addicted to it. for a mere 2 weeks then, wham, the &lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt;  just went off.&lt;br /&gt;great, shaun is like trying to embarrass me-by making me play gb with him. hah.&lt;br /&gt;i've got to oblige. or else, i'd get to see no more of those sickly perverse emotions he has on msn. heh. dunno where he gets em' from amyway.&lt;br /&gt;if i get my hands on em', i'd make sure u guys see it. ' you fu tong fu you nan tong gang' hmmm..that somehow doesn't sound right. ah well, its no big secret that i'm bad in chinese anyway.&lt;br /&gt;okay...shucks i suddenly realised that i keep saying (typing...whichever u wish) 'okay' and keep putting dots. anyway, i'm going off to sleep . i'm feelin' a lil' nostalgic. who knows why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-112754597241592419?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112754597241592419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=112754597241592419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112754597241592419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112754597241592419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-updating-lil-since-ppl-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-112605549275410612</id><published>2005-09-07T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T09:11:32.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i find it kinda weird, is it everyone? or is it just me who's behavin' weirdly. Ahh well, i'll explain. ya see, i dunno, everyyday (well, startin' form the start of the hols), i've been wakin' up every mornin' after sleeping for exactly 8  hours. yea...i slept at around 12 plus last night. couldn't get to sleep cuz the weather was just too hot...(i had the air conditioner turned on to 18 degrees too by the way) anyway, i've been playin' maple...well, i started a new acc just a couple of days ago...haha..i'm level  19 now...not too bad huh. My aim? to catch up with BR...that guy..he's been playin for around 2 mths now..still stuck at lvl 21. LOL anyway, i'm off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-112605549275410612?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112605549275410612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=112605549275410612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112605549275410612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112605549275410612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-find-it-kinda-weird-is-it-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-112511947940006931</id><published>2005-08-27T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T13:11:19.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got back most of my results and i shan't put any up for fear that i might humiliate my self further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lets get on with it-i feel taht i am gradually losing interest in ragnarok. probably because of my failure to look for a suitable kr proxy. psstt: any kind soul out there who is willin' to help me outtt? &lt;br /&gt;hmmmm?  &lt;br /&gt;anyone????&lt;br /&gt;no one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well...i shall just refrain from playing until &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; kind soul turns up someday...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna proclaim something...&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;em&gt;the maid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love the plot.&lt;br /&gt;i love the creepy music&lt;br /&gt;i just love how the characters are potrayed&lt;br /&gt;i love the excitement&lt;br /&gt;Love the atmosphere being generated&lt;br /&gt;I also love the setting&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting the scene when blood splatters everywhere&lt;br /&gt;i just loved the part where the doors creak&lt;br /&gt;the shrill scream of Rosa&lt;br /&gt;i love it when the movie manages to scare me&lt;br /&gt;and make me jump.&lt;br /&gt;i love every single thing 'bout it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-112511947940006931?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112511947940006931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=112511947940006931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112511947940006931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112511947940006931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/08/got-back-most-of-my-results-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-112489282163288073</id><published>2005-08-24T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T13:03:08.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the maid  woo hoooo!&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'll admit...i was kinda spooked out, not by the grapics; but more of the sound effects. I don't really mind the gory bits, it just doesn't really seem to scare me. But, problem was that, i jumped outta my skin, twice (that was already soo little compared to heh...i shan't say who she was who kept jumping-i felt her jump cuz i was like somewhat holding onto her shirt.)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after jumping twice consecutively, i sorta began to &lt;em&gt;relax&lt;/em&gt;  a lil'. the movie now seemed kinda harmless, like a typical movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i feel like i'm paying seven bucks to get myself spooked out. shucks i guess i barely got my seven bucks worth of scares. BOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find the plot cool...a lil' unexpected that Ah soon was already dead...i actually guessed at teh beginning that ALL of em' including the father and motehr were dead and that they wanted to find a wife for their dead son . Well, ya gotta give a lil' credit. i got the first part correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just a lil' note: i'm typing out all these on the 27th...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-112489282163288073?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112489282163288073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=112489282163288073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112489282163288073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112489282163288073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/08/maid-woo-hoooo-okay-ill-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-112451115182905891</id><published>2005-08-20T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T12:12:31.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway, just been reading hantu's blog...tagged there..."todesfalle sucks"&lt;br /&gt;and i read there that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO pink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO clothes (I wouldn't trust you guys to shop for me even if my life depended on it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO soft toys(I'm not a five year old kid)and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;definitely not the ugliest thing you see in the shop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you guys can't find anything, it's ok. I'm just waiting to see what you guys are going to try and throw at me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i think that the present i gave last year fell in the ugliest-thing-you-see-in-the-shop category. hah. i'm serious. but what else could you get a hantu other than the ugliest thing in th e shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most unhygienic thingy in the toilet? *hint*  *hint*  something brown, sometimes squishy, sometimes hard (it depends on your diet actually) but i guess i would go for the hard type-they're easier to handle. [by the way, if you still haven't gotten any idea whatsoever on what i'm planning to give 'er, you're an idiot]&lt;br /&gt;All right. I'll play teh good guy and give another hint.&lt;br /&gt;It smells like s**t &lt;br /&gt;shucks. i gave you the answer already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bleh* anyway, its bored staying at home; even with my trusty ol' computer which as far as i know, never fails to cheer me up. Hmmm. Three cheers to teh guy who invented the computer&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting the genius behind ro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Practice makes perfect,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; but no one's perfect, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so why practice?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the great me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-112451115182905891?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112451115182905891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=112451115182905891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112451115182905891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112451115182905891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/08/anyway-just-been-reading-hantus-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-112444863946884668</id><published>2005-08-19T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:50:39.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>an equation summing up my day : last day of exams + exams done badly-----&gt; mixed emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm kinda fed up now...&lt;br /&gt;stupid  ro... ok...another equation summing up my day( this time at home..the one before was during school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aero not working + novaro not working----&gt; pissed off me.&lt;br /&gt;(catalyst for this reaction: stupid gravity errors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, don't feel like writing much...still have tuition later on (whats the point of tuition when exams are just over..-__-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i shall consider using equations in my blog. much faster. and easier too. just hope everyone understands...*smirk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-112444863946884668?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112444863946884668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=112444863946884668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112444863946884668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112444863946884668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/08/equation-summing-up-my-day-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-112359617614788535</id><published>2005-08-09T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:02:56.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went bowling today, my maiden voyage or bowlage as you could call it..&lt;br /&gt;yar, a 'orrible experience. haha for teh record, for my first game, the ball went off the lane sooo many times.. gosh..it was like i was paying for myself to be embarrassed in front of soooo many people. arggggggg  quick gimme a bag to hide my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i got liek only 30 points for my first game..BAH&lt;br /&gt;luckily, on my second, i got an 87  not too gd, but not too bad either. hey, i got 2 consecutives strikes ya know...ani't i lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only problem was taht teh ball was like..umm...heavy...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-112359617614788535?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112359617614788535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=112359617614788535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112359617614788535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112359617614788535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-went-bowling-today-my-maiden-voyage.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-112348310177458377</id><published>2005-08-08T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T14:38:21.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway, i guess i haven't blogged for a long time. guess i'm too busy..hmmm&lt;br /&gt;sigh...having a blog is somewhat tough and kinda taxing, its like, everywhere u go, u kinda wish that something out of the ordinary would happen, just for the sake of having something to type down in your blog when you get home. A lil' lame i might say, though i admit, i'm one of those who hope...you knwo the rest. and when your day is a typical one, you'd be most likely feeling bored taht you've got nothing to talk 'bout in your dreary blog, making it even more dreary than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of us bloggers also think of stuff to write or type down in our blogs, like, how to phrase a sentence; to make it look particularly interesting and attractive to read. yeah, it just kinda forms in my head, even this entry, was given a considerable bit of consideration when i was on my way home from school in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i won't be blogging for the next few weeks or so; common test. haha taht reminds me. someone commented that; since its the &lt;em&gt;common&lt;/em&gt; test, why study. why not wait until the &lt;em&gt;uncommon&lt;/em&gt; test then study?&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, it makes some sense.&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to watch inuyasha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-112348310177458377?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112348310177458377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=112348310177458377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112348310177458377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112348310177458377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/08/anyway-i-guess-i-havent-blogged-for.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-112124561777199853</id><published>2005-07-13T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T17:06:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what?&lt;br /&gt;hm..'tually, there's no need to guess. i kinda like expected it already *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;i had this nagging feeling when i got up today. i had like some weird feeling taht today would suck. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;anwyay,ya, the friggin' chi oral didn't go too well. i could tell. it was like...my mind totally blanked out when i was like talking halfway through a sentence. Imagine that! you talk talk talk, crap  here crap there, then prepare to get to the point, then suddenly forgot what you had originally intended to say. great timing isn't it. drats.&lt;br /&gt;hah. worse still, the xing wen hua ti (newspaper question)they asked, was familiar. there was this sense of deja vu when i heard it. ya..then i started...a few seconds later, i totally blanked out. At that point in time, i was like OMIGOSH ARGGHHH WHAT THE OMIGOSHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;then, two words formed in my head...&lt;br /&gt; DIE LIAO&lt;br /&gt;yep, those were the &lt;em&gt;exact&lt;/em&gt; two words i was like, die liaooo ..not hope already..*panick panick*&lt;br /&gt;*grips chair tighter*&lt;br /&gt; one really dumb thing was when they asked me whether there was a park near my home.&lt;br /&gt;i said yes. then later, they asked this question(obviously in chinese ):  what would you want your ideal park to look like/be.&lt;br /&gt;uh yeah, it seems like an easy question. but then, i didn't know why my mouth was like, kinda hanging limply...ya, you  get the idea?&lt;br /&gt;then i finally replied: wo li xiang de gong yuan shi yao da da de (my ideal park shoud be big big one). then i stopped.&lt;br /&gt;stupid right.&lt;br /&gt;i was cussing myself when i left the chair...and what;s wo3rse, taht JM behind me..he spoke for 10 minutes plus.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead meat&lt;br /&gt;someone please comfort me&lt;br /&gt;someone please fare worser than me&lt;br /&gt;someone please help me&lt;br /&gt;humprh. i seriously hate oral. especially chinese oral. english, its okay...ya can just crap your way out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-112124561777199853?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112124561777199853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=112124561777199853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112124561777199853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112124561777199853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/07/guess-what-hm.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-112117771708877336</id><published>2005-07-12T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:15:17.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese oral tomorrow. whoopie! i'll get to exercise my throat a bit. i'll get to 'skip' a few periods. i'll get to eat an early lunch. What's more, a maths and e maths test are also on. great isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know i sound rrreeaallyy sarcarstic 'bout tomorrow. can't help it. i bet everyone would probably do teh same. seriously, i'm just like hoping that i won't get tongue-tied. worse still, kick the examiner's leg. i seem to &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; do that. no idea why though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-112117771708877336?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/112117771708877336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=112117771708877336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112117771708877336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/112117771708877336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/07/chinese-oral-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111996717090253002</id><published>2005-06-28T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:06:58.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darkness inhibits my soul.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling all the more sleeplier as the days fly by.&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, its only tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Youth day to come.&lt;br /&gt;at least then, we'd have a break.&lt;br /&gt;Its a short break.&lt;br /&gt;twenty-four hours.&lt;br /&gt;We'd probably spend half sleeping anyway&lt;br /&gt;that leaves us twelve&lt;br /&gt;to laze about,&lt;br /&gt;to watch TV,&lt;br /&gt;to blog...&lt;br /&gt;At least its a break:&lt;br /&gt;we don't have to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;we don't have to feel homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hectic school life,&lt;br /&gt;keeps us in sch most of the day&lt;br /&gt;the saying 'treat your school as your 2nd home',&lt;br /&gt;in this case fits in without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;its somewhat ironic.&lt;br /&gt;our second home&lt;br /&gt;isn't &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt; a place where you enjoy being?&lt;br /&gt;a place where textbooks are frivolously tossed aside?&lt;br /&gt;isn't &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt; a place where you totally let go of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;a place where the devil emerges?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i'm thinking too much,&lt;br /&gt;blogging too much,&lt;br /&gt;wanting people to appreciate what I have given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it,&lt;br /&gt;life's like that.&lt;br /&gt;there's no way to avoid growing up,&lt;br /&gt;to avoid going to school&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure many lil' tricks have been employed,&lt;br /&gt;just to get outta having to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;The devious lil' ones,&lt;br /&gt;with even cunning minds&lt;br /&gt;to fake a cold,&lt;br /&gt;or even a fever,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps even an acute stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;our loving parents would,&lt;br /&gt;most possibly tell us to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;How many times can these 'weapons' be used?&lt;br /&gt;once ? twice?&lt;br /&gt;probably not more than three.&lt;br /&gt;I call those tricks 'weapons'&lt;br /&gt;making use of our parents care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured, as ya grow older,&lt;br /&gt;these tricks no longer work.&lt;br /&gt;As we mature,&lt;br /&gt;our parents too, grow wiser&lt;br /&gt;No more making up of silly excuses&lt;br /&gt;No more faking of illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;'ever heard of the boy who called wolf?',&lt;br /&gt;they would constantly reprimand&lt;br /&gt;again, the teenage adolescence strikes.&lt;br /&gt;the united answer,'No',&lt;br /&gt;followed by an innocent look.&lt;br /&gt;hah. this would only get you,&lt;br /&gt;a really dirty look and in worse cases,&lt;br /&gt;a much deserved slap on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should end soon;&lt;br /&gt;considering it's getting kinda late.&lt;br /&gt;besides, tomorrow's a school day.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, tuesday, thursday, friday,&lt;br /&gt;four more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;The much desired weekend,&lt;br /&gt;is still far ahead, i fear.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;another long dreary day to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm being sarcarstic.&lt;br /&gt;can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can't blame me,&lt;br /&gt;there's no reason to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;this' my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111996717090253002?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111996717090253002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111996717090253002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111996717090253002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111996717090253002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/06/darkness-inhibits-my-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111986896538382710</id><published>2005-06-27T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:42:45.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hip hip...hurray! yeah! school's just re-opened. I'm happy, i'm excited. Not.&lt;br /&gt;we kinda had a change of teachers, chem and bio. sadly, Phy remained unchanged...ah well, anyway, yar, i ended up sitting with siau tian. Should be interesting. Not.&lt;br /&gt;well...it was either him or u know who...the isolated one...the one who kept pissing our geog teacher off in sec two, yar...him. And, as with any 3 year old kid could tell ya, i went for the obvious place...&lt;br /&gt;first day at school, teh same ol' people but with different blah hairstyles, different blah hair length. -_-&lt;br /&gt;anyone reading this entry would know i'm feelin' frustrated and bored.&lt;br /&gt;great, went to play aero a few mins before. hah. and i found teh quincy bow NPC. smart ol' me! anyway, i guess its no big secret now since its location is like plastered all over the forums. arg..teh items needed are like...so difficult to obtained...i guess teh most challenging one being teh alarm mask...3000 needles of alarm(i happen to have 100plus at teh moment) gosh...how long would it take to kill 3000 alarms? years and years...okok...weeks probably.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* hope teh hols come sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111986896538382710?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111986896538382710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111986896538382710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111986896538382710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111986896538382710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/06/hip-hip.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111958143250458814</id><published>2005-06-24T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T10:50:32.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yar, anyway, the rebonding didn't go all well as expected ah well, i don't really fell like talking 'bout it right now. and guess what? aero's down...again. yep, thats teh main reason to why am i so faithfully blogging down here.&lt;br /&gt;hah, we had a lil' get together last night, xinyi, yuquan, cuifang and me, in msn i mean. well, it was pretty sweet, i suppose taht all of us whould have changed -alot over these 3 long years. our hair, our height, our attitude too perhaps. actually, i can't seem to wait to meet up one day with em' perhaps i'll not even recognise em at all! Lol&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll go check on aero once more.hope it's fixed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111958143250458814?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111958143250458814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111958143250458814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111958143250458814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111958143250458814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/06/yar-anyway-rebonding-didnt-go-all-well.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111940836805158013</id><published>2005-06-22T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:46:08.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>s'guys, i'm gonna rebond ma hair today. uh, yar, i admit, i'm kinda like havin' second thoughts,  like what if it turns out horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;what if i turn out looking like a complete geek&lt;br /&gt;what if it turns out making me look worser tahn i ever did before&lt;br /&gt;what if my hair can't take teh treatment and starts falling out&lt;br /&gt;what if...&lt;br /&gt;what if...&lt;br /&gt;oh never mind.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if ya don't see me in school on Mon, you'll know why...&lt;br /&gt;i'm too ashamed to meet anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just slack away at home&lt;br /&gt;ya... speaking of slacking, i was like doing practically nothing yesterday, well, except karaok-ing recording silly songs(its all in my hp....damn funny and hahahahah)&lt;br /&gt;ya. my cous and i spent like a few hours? yes? no?  recording em and the result, stomachaches due to excessive laughing and straining of stomach muscles.&lt;br /&gt;also, just reminding that it is a great privilage to see me update uhhuh. it is ok. that's mainly because _     _ _ _ _ _ _    _ _ _ _   _ _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;guess...&lt;br /&gt;ok..teh ans: i cannot play aero.&lt;br /&gt;yer, just when things got exciting, i lagged out. urgggggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111940836805158013?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111940836805158013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111940836805158013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111940836805158013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111940836805158013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/06/sguys-im-gonna-rebond-ma-hair-today.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111907685110680374</id><published>2005-06-18T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T14:40:51.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah. i got bribed. well, kind of. and guess what, i accepted the bribe. who could deny it. hah.&lt;br /&gt;ya see, it went like this, this morn, my father wanted me to accompany him to the shopping centre. as always, i refused...politely then, he said: if i buy u a card(the sim card) leh&lt;br /&gt;me: hmm...maybe...(i was like watching the yu-gi-oh show at taht time.LOL)&lt;br /&gt;*considers a while*&lt;br /&gt;me: ok lor...&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;then we went lor..anyway, i think my number is..umm..97156 uhh..something something(forgot liao)&lt;br /&gt;anywya, i'm using teh handphone..the brand arh..samsung uhh..dunno lar&lt;br /&gt;i would have actually prefered teh motorola V3 hah but it was like 4oo plus with 2 yrs contract. my mum said she would buy it for me in a few months time or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111907685110680374?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111907685110680374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111907685110680374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111907685110680374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111907685110680374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/06/hah_18.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111900050236600073</id><published>2005-06-17T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T14:21:19.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>yep, i'm back. Miss me? guess not. -_-&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yar, a quick summary of my lil' holiday. well, at first we went to genting, and i was like, shocked with my courage. i tried teh space shot, ya know, the one that goes all the way up and then plunges right down? yep, that one. seriously, i didn't know what possessed me to do taht, perhaps it was my mum. she kept saying...bu yong jin la (loosely translated as nvm &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;just shang xia shang xia only what (just go up go down only) then my father or whoever said that it was just like taking a lift. Being the very umm...trusting person i am *sniggers* i went on with it. guess what? i had a shock of my life i would like, never forget taht weird feeling when i plunged down, worse still, when teh thingy reached the highes point, it stopped there for what seemed like hours to me, then i was liek shutting my eyes tight and preparing myself for the shock...then, when i waited for like so long, i decided to open my eyes, guess what happened next, it was like so typical...the thing just deopped down. it was like, everything wa in a blur, my hear almost stopped, i had simply no time to react at all lor..LOL&lt;br /&gt;oh yar, then i met-no i should say i saw a guy from my class. what to do? obviously i like, shunned his direction and like, bent down a lil' lower...&lt;br /&gt;-hate meeting familiar faces (esp those of sch mates) when on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;oh yar, and i never expected to meet a fellow ragnarok player, tho he was playing in a different server, but then, ro is ro...(ok...i'm lame here) anyway, we met him when in sunway, in one of the shops near the ice skating rink and, we sorta exchanged pointers, he was playing on a malaysian server, i think irisis or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;we were like&lt;br /&gt;Bro: ay?? ragnarok leh *points to computer screen)&lt;br /&gt;Me: *peers at screen) oh yar hor&lt;br /&gt;*both looks excitedly at person beside screen)&lt;br /&gt;the guy: Ay? u all also play arh&lt;br /&gt;me and bro: yar&lt;br /&gt;the guy: what charc?&lt;br /&gt;me: high wizz&lt;br /&gt;the guy: orh..what server you all playing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: aero&lt;br /&gt;the guy: HUH?? arrow??&lt;br /&gt;me: a...e....r....o...&lt;br /&gt;The guy: ohh..korean server arh&lt;br /&gt;us: yeah&lt;br /&gt;bro: then u play what server ah?&lt;br /&gt;the guy: irisis(dunno what he was saying)&lt;br /&gt;*blank looks*&lt;br /&gt;the guy: malaysian server...&lt;br /&gt;me and bro: ohhhh..(fake understanding)&lt;br /&gt;And by that time, we bought our stuff..paid...left..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i guess it was a great holiday, well, except for the fact that i was kinda missing aero badly, even dreaming about it at night. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111900050236600073?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111900050236600073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111900050236600073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111900050236600073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111900050236600073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/06/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567616.post-111847420602056188</id><published>2005-06-11T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T15:16:46.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hah</title><content type='html'>yup, i'm going off tomorrow *shrugs* anyway, it swas like, a very interesting conversation was going on just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro: daddy i tell you arh, if bai guo (literally translated as white country) sing bai ge (white song), then hei guo(black country) sing hei ge(black song_, then fa guo (hair country or france) sing what song?&lt;br /&gt;dad: so easy...fa ge lor (or as everyone knows, yeah, that work..i-c-u-c-i-c plus er...or ****er)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz sian leh, won't be able to play aero for five whole days, haha, my fatehr said that there's broadband therer and we should bring teh laptop over. haha if only we could. Then i wouldn't be suffering from aero-sickness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111847420602056188?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111847420602056188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111847420602056188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111847420602056188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111847420602056188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/06/hah.html' title='hah'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111812982746547075</id><published>2005-06-07T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:41:18.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>projects.</title><content type='html'>yer. anyway, we supposedly 'did' our projects by like trying to find some related books at the library, hah. instead i ended up reading TCZ plus other comics. *laughs* anyway, me and lynnette are now suppossed to find some slimming pills and how they're classified. bah.  booring...planning to play aeRO at 4plus...cause its not so crowded then. going to change job to high novice liao. haha...anyway, just to update, i've got a priest as well. weird hor. cuz i can't seem to healboom undead monsters. weird. and guess what? i added like 50 over strength. cuz its the only way to lvl up faster.they will laugh their heads off if tehy hear about it. a stupid priest who can't healboom, but hit with a even dumber book. arg. anyway, going off to do chem wrksheet. buh-bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111812982746547075?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111812982746547075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111812982746547075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111812982746547075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111812982746547075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/06/projects.html' title='projects.'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111804638886709317</id><published>2005-06-06T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:26:28.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>haha. can play aeRO liao. anyway, its because of aeRO that i am pissed. And it's also because of aeRO that i'm also happy. weird huh. arg. i keep lagging outta teh freakin server!!! and it can only like taje 1050 people only..wahh adn problem is, there are much much more tahn 1050 people playing!! gosh. seriously...haha well, i've got twp characters so far, wiz (eugenia told told benjamin didn't mind) and monk (uhh...) yeah, too bad they didn't have nun.haha anyway, i'm off to try once again, since they keep saying...&lt;em&gt;server still recognises your last loggin. please try again after a few minutes...&lt;/em&gt;duh...i've like been trying and trying in teh past dunno how many minutes...waited for at least 5 minutes.. arggg..anyway...ARGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111804638886709317?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111804638886709317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111804638886709317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111804638886709317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111804638886709317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/06/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111759535015863507</id><published>2005-06-01T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:09:10.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>siling rocks hehehehheheeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;         yoyoyo wADS UP MAN.. CAT GOT UR TONGUE U BIG BIG BIG FAT STICKY BABOON..=)   =) +) ...      ?????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;                    POST TIS IN HOH...............................................................................+)=0=)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i am undoubtedly ashamed of what my sis had written...but then, lets just say, i'll give her the ahem ahem honour of her umm.. short post to be up on my blog..yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i must say that i was pretty surprised to my father's reaction when he saw my report card. he was like all smiles and had this weird concerned look asking me ifi had any problem or whatsoever. it turned out that he had sneakilly sneaked a look at my test papers the otehr night. arg. no wonder. anyway, i felt knida weird. simply cause i was not used to that reaction of his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111759535015863507?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111759535015863507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111759535015863507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111759535015863507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111759535015863507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/06/siling-rocks-hehehehheheeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111751136421784095</id><published>2005-05-31T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:52:01.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice timing</title><content type='html'>anyway, i'm suppossed to collect my report card today, which i so totally dread. just coming all teh way to school in our uniforms just to collect a thin blue book. whats the point? i'd rather not collect it at all. it only makes me more depressed. best of all, i don't know, for no apparent reason, i seem to have fallen ill. yar, the typical illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My's throat's sore.&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to swallow well.&lt;br /&gt;My nose's running&lt;br /&gt;my sense of smell is not at all perfect.&lt;br /&gt;My chest lurches,&lt;br /&gt;as i give a feeble cough.&lt;br /&gt;there's this terrible urge to pop a strepsil in.&lt;br /&gt;My head feels heavy,&lt;br /&gt;i feel a lil' dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if i can make it,&lt;br /&gt;to school later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda feverish,&lt;br /&gt;as if i'm on fire.&lt;br /&gt;my limbs are sore,&lt;br /&gt;probably the result of playin' too much basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i feel sick. very sick. i took my temp yesterday, it was like 37.9 i don't really feeli like going to school...perhaps i'll go, not for my report card, but more for my book which i left under my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111751136421784095?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111751136421784095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111751136421784095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111751136421784095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111751136421784095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/05/nice-timing.html' title='nice timing'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111744050372466867</id><published>2005-05-30T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:08:23.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Hantu</title><content type='html'>This is hantu. As in really, I ain't dead, I'm just at Sihui's house fooling around with the com' while she watches my VCD, Princess Mononoke.&lt;br /&gt;And she's saying, "He's naked! He's naked."&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Remember to go to my blog and tag, ye' scum asses.&lt;br /&gt;Kindly refer to my blog if you want to see Sihui's entry. The holidays are all very well but it's driving our gang nuts. All of us are bored out of our minds. Eugenia keeps telling me she's bored, P.C. keeps asking to go out, me, Eugenia and Sihui have been blogging and blogging and blogging and tagging and tagging and tagging. The only one I haven't seen to have heard from is Lynnette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, on my way here, in the lift going down from my house, there was an old lady and she looked at me, with this shifty, glowering look, like when Bilibo looks at Gandalf when he asks him to leave the Ring behind, just 'cause I was dressed in a hell lotta black, a skirt that wasn't below the knee and I was two heads taller than her.&lt;br /&gt;It's times like that that makes me want to smoke a hell lot of cigarettes, get a huge stupid tattoo stretching from my shoulder to my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;I'd get some huge green dragon tattoo, wear wayyy too much thick eyeliner, smoke, glare and say some kooky line like, "mei kan guo mei nu ar?", just to be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;All just to prove that I don't give a shit about what these people think.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause to tell the truth, I don't have much respect for a lot of elderly, because they don't give me any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Jing Yee, Yu Xin and Yong Ping on the train and I had fun talking to them. I love the three of them. They're very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, check out my blog later for Sihui's blog. It's under there somewhere on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evil deeds, while I plant these evil seeds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please release me from these deamons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eminem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111744050372466867?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111744050372466867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111744050372466867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111744050372466867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111744050372466867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-love-hantu.html' title='I Love Hantu'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111733833956128383</id><published>2005-05-29T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T11:45:39.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unlucky streak</title><content type='html'>haven't ya all heard of a lucky streak, when lady luck finds favour on ya? yer...these few days, i'm on an &lt;em&gt;unlucky &lt;/em&gt;streak, seriously unlucky. very unlucky. ya won't believe what happened to me. firstly, i got my freakin swollen finger *ouch* and a srupid really bad graze on my leg. all of those was not trhat bad. well, not as bad as what happened yesterday. T_T&lt;br /&gt;ok...my father had a wedding dinner yesterday, and obviously, that meant that we could stay and play longer at my cou's house, or my neighbour's house whatever you wish to call it.&lt;br /&gt;ok..we played heart attack. not teh typical one using cards, but teh one using our hands. its like sicissors paper stone..arg i don't know how to explain. its just that you would most probbably end up getting both hands slapped really hard until its like you could see your veins protruding out *ewww..gross* then i was so very unlucky, to ..for no apparent reason, i slapped my bro's ahnd and stupidlly hit against his knuckle *owwwwwwwww* i got a urg, ugly green bruise on my thumb. seriously, i'm really doen on my luck.&lt;br /&gt;then at round 11 plus, we were like called home. tehn i went to bathe. ok.i prepared to bathe. argg and my sis and bro had to be so kind as to save electricity, they offed the heater. *shrug* obviously, teh normal human reaction would be to go out and on the heater once more or to scream and shriek and tell em' off. well, i did the latter. they switched it on. then switched it off a sec later. *grrrrrr*&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i did not know what got hold of me. i think taht i was like possessed or something like that. i kicked the toilet door. hard. very very hard. i don't know but tehn next thing i knew, my foot was through the door. *shudders* teh pieces of glass or whatever flew out. i was like. mometarilly shocked out. at a loss for words. my mind blanked out. i was like. um.. am i dreaming or what. how could i possibly broken the door. um. yeah. yer then teh next reaction from my bro and sis were like : WHA?!?!&lt;br /&gt;then obviously, i weirdly angled my foot outta the door. there's this long scratch at my ankle and a few lil' scratches around. i didn't bother to check whether there were bloodstains on the glass *hah* then we got out the masking tape and whatever and treid fixing teh door back [anyway, just wanna say taht i'm really telling teh truth down here. i'm NOT lying. you can come to my house to see the door if u want. ]&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we did a sloppy job of fixing the door back. it looks pretty weird now. and also, we kinda forgot to put the rubber back.*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;anyway, come to think of it, i escaped largely unscathed. glass ya know. (or so i thought it was) welll it fely lke glass, it was as sharp as glass though it didnt't look like glass. dunno. but i guess i wouldn't be able to play ball today. don't feel like it anyway, much too tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111733833956128383?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111733833956128383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111733833956128383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111733833956128383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111733833956128383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/05/unlucky-streak.html' title='unlucky streak'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111725117607114341</id><published>2005-05-28T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T11:33:05.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pure joy</title><content type='html'>yea. its the holidays. imagine. endless; well, at least a month days of nothing to look forward to 'cept for time to pass more slowly. a moth of waking up later than usual, a month long of lazing at home, a month long of trying to com plete projects and homework even though much of it is futile. a month long of staying at home. a month long of having to face the same four walls day in day out. a month long of watching VCDs, DVDs, movies...&lt;br /&gt;it sounds kinda boring. well, i'd admit is did sound very enticing during the exam period. but then, well, ya' can't expect me to have the sameol' stupid dumbmindset that staying at home all day long is gonna be nice.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss school, to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;worse still, i've like left my book. the book. that book which i was gonna finish reading-under my desk! gosh. i seriously suffer from a form of memory loss. i suspect that my brain cells are being depleted at a much faster rate then they are being replenished. i need some kind of help here. is there a kind of medicine or injection taht could help my memory? i am in need of a donation of fresh brain cells, better still, brain cells from someone younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;calling for brain cells here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111725117607114341?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111725117607114341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111725117607114341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111725117607114341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111725117607114341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/05/pure-joy.html' title='pure joy'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111720375759905408</id><published>2005-05-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T10:42:19.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>basketball</title><content type='html'>hah. we've been like consecutively going to play ball everyday. worse still, straight after my lunch. ok. a few hours after my lunch. yesterday, i went with my sis's friends felt a lil' awkward and crude there being the oldest and all. yeah, but it was pretty fun. best still, i didn't sustain any injury.&lt;br /&gt;but.but.but. today. yeah, guess what, we actually went to the HDB blocks the bb court to play, hah. but there  we loiek many many people.worst still, from PHS. hah. my sis and her friends even said that they looked liked gangsters and um yeah, one of em even stripped, well obviously his shirt, acting cool or whatever. i somewhat felt chatised and a lil' disgraced *laughs* yeah, then like waited for a very long time, its been like so many hours (probably since school ended till 6pm )argg. then of course we ent to horizon there. (shit i feel like this is getting very boring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i guess today is kinda like an unlucky day fer me. first of all, the sole of my slippers were like hanging on a thin lik' thread. secondly, i dunno how or when, there was this ungainly cut on my foot. urg and it hurts like crazy..its still throbbing with poain now even as i type. also, i dunno why, the stupid ball hadta hit my finger. so hard. it was not like the mormal hits i've like kanna before. this time it was super pain lor. now my finger's like. um. red and swollen?!&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i can't walk properly, i can't hold stuff properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've noticed some kind of a difference between the people in basketball courts in HDB flats down there and also in the more refined places.its totally different. mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;those in HDB flats are usuallt vulgar[we've met a kid, no taller than my waist i believe still in primary 1 . he was like going tmd tmd all the way, telling us, much taller and older kids than him, to go and die. i seriously believe he would make a great gangster someday.]&lt;br /&gt;yeah. people there are also crude and mostly would not let you share court with them and would probably chase you off. only in very very very rare circumstances do you meet great and benovelent people who would gladly share court with you and even agree to take you on, even if its a great disadvantage to them (eg, there was this malay or indian guy with two otehr sec school guys we met. yeah, we challenged them mind you, 6 of us against 3 of them and one of them didn't even know hoe to play. yet, they agreed.)&lt;br /&gt;hah. this is truly one super rare case. Most would probably tell you to scram off. also, those people there usually &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; how to play. i mean very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in  teh more refined places, people are usually, um. yeah, they play with their shirts on. teh people there are easier to get along and you can just sorta jump right in . but best not to if they're playing match. yeah, but they're generally nicer. like today, we just ran right in and yar, played match, well, the three other boys is the court went to sot in the corner and let us finish our match. nice huh. you'd never get that kind of 'treatment' in HDB bb courts. believe me. oh yar. and most, i said mostly, those people playing there are usually not as good as those in teh HDB bb court. i said mostly, but of course there are always exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm pissed. don't ask me why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111720375759905408?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111720375759905408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111720375759905408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111720375759905408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111720375759905408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/05/basketball.html' title='basketball'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111702031886988358</id><published>2005-05-25T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:25:18.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doomsday</title><content type='html'>yer. anyway. i failed. i failed my a maths. great news. w-e-l-l, i kinda expected i would not do that well but, i had at least expected a pass. urgg..ah well, perhaps i was destined to fail maths. maths was never my strong subject nor was it a subject i'd totally adore. in fact, i had so totally hated maths .huh-llo...what can ya expect from me. by the way, i think. i think around ahlf the class failed, i sorta think that perhaps, other classes would have more failures too. hah. i know i'm evil. i know i'm black-hearted [literally translated from &lt;em&gt;hei xin&lt;/em&gt;]but then, i'm somewhat down-trodden now and could really do with some self-assurance bah. though i suspect i'm really like deceiving myself.&lt;br /&gt;uh yeah, teh rest of my subjects, umm. lets say, it was within my expectations. but, for chem.urg, nevermind. Though i got that A1, yet, that hantu...&lt;br /&gt;Bio.   blank-blank&lt;br /&gt;Phy.  urh. haven't got back *curses*&lt;br /&gt;HCL: umm. yeah this one's not good.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like typing any longer, besides, the show's on.&lt;br /&gt;ah well. quick writeup&lt;br /&gt;we went on this cruise, well, the boat ride or cruise was pretty eventful, we went from clifford pier to um an island teh southern island tour yep i kinda liked the steady up-down-left-rught jolting movement of teh boat on the waves. hah&lt;br /&gt;ok..yar.buh bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111702031886988358?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111702031886988358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111702031886988358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111702031886988358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111702031886988358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/05/doomsday.html' title='doomsday'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111693175429852146</id><published>2005-05-24T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T18:49:18.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Fire" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075171550_uizzesFire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element is Fire: Strong, hot tempered,&lt;br /&gt;powerful, and passionate. Well now lets see,&lt;br /&gt;being fire you are quite strong and powerful,&lt;br /&gt;people look up to you greatly and often seek&lt;br /&gt;your protection. You have the ability to gain&lt;br /&gt;many friends and you are always one people can&lt;br /&gt;count on to do what you say you will do. You&lt;br /&gt;are extremely loyal be it friends or family&lt;br /&gt;you'll stick up for them and you are never&lt;br /&gt;willing to put them in a position that could&lt;br /&gt;hurt them. You know what roll you play in life,&lt;br /&gt;leader, and you intend to let people know it.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone is capable of leadership but you&lt;br /&gt;certainly have the willpower and flare to do&lt;br /&gt;it. You have quite a temper if it shows itself,&lt;br /&gt;one that can often lead you into trouble. Once&lt;br /&gt;your mind is made up there is no changing it&lt;br /&gt;but no one said that was a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.:-What%20is%20your%20true%20element?-:."&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;.:-What is your true element?-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111693175429852146?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111693175429852146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111693175429852146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111693175429852146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111693175429852146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-one-haha.html' title='another one haha'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111693129825179375</id><published>2005-05-24T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T18:41:54.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="miroku" src="http://images.quizilla.com/U/Urchin/1036797338_uresmiroku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Miroku! all that matters in life is who is&lt;br /&gt;going to be your next boyfriend/girlfriend and&lt;br /&gt;where to take him/her next. Not to worry&lt;br /&gt;though, because you are bright and you do your&lt;br /&gt;school work. And hey, you even have a fan club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Urchin/quizzes/What%20Inuyasha%20Character%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What Inuyasha Character are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111693129825179375?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111693129825179375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111693129825179375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111693129825179375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111693129825179375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_24.html' title='.'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111692467881333279</id><published>2005-05-24T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T17:24:28.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing race?!?</title><content type='html'>yep, you did not ...i repeat, you did not hear wrongly . we had the amazing race today, i mena the sec 3 express had this amazing activity called the amazing race whhich was basically about a race that was meant to be amazing, or was it an amazing that is supposed to be a race?!?! *figures* (what the heck am i talking about here?!?!) maybe perhaps a race that would amaze us, or even simpler still, an amazing race, yeah, just as its name says so.&lt;br /&gt;a very very, extremely simple summary below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school's amazing race,&lt;br /&gt;was held at Bishan Park&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the very park near AiTongPrimary,&lt;br /&gt;the same ol' park near Bishan park secondary,&lt;br /&gt;the familiar ol' park where as kids we once roamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many memories it brings forth,&lt;br /&gt;those childhood days,&lt;br /&gt;those bittersweet feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Pangs of longing, for time to slow down,&lt;br /&gt;better stilll, wishing for the ability to turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was ablazed,&lt;br /&gt;a breeze gently blowin',&lt;br /&gt;the scent of wildflowers drifted about in the morn' air&lt;br /&gt;T'was a perfect day for a race,&lt;br /&gt;in fact, the weather made it even better,&lt;br /&gt;an amazing day for a race,&lt;br /&gt;an amazing race it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our classes, all of us lined,&lt;br /&gt;decked in our house tee shirts,&lt;br /&gt;camp tee, class tee&lt;br /&gt;what a sight.&lt;br /&gt;Red, Blue, Green ,Yellow:&lt;br /&gt;the colours of the rainbow splashed evry'where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A riddle was given&lt;br /&gt;every class scranbled ta' solve it.&lt;br /&gt;our brains and intellect were put to the test.&lt;br /&gt;Mumbles and moans,&lt;br /&gt;suggestions and not-so-smart answers were given&lt;br /&gt;finally, we got the answer and were raedy to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*great...this is taking longer than i had expected.. arhhgggg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready, on your marks, get set, GO&lt;br /&gt;off we ran, mud squeching under our very own shoes,&lt;br /&gt;some even splattering onto our legs.&lt;br /&gt;ALL of us, had a common goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fourteen stations that lay ahead&lt;br /&gt;many different games and activities.&lt;br /&gt;to win the game, we hadta' complete the activities&lt;br /&gt;an' get a piece of the puzzle&lt;br /&gt;followed by a sticker and a stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The n we'll have to guess,&lt;br /&gt;the person on the puzzle&lt;br /&gt;whether its a he or she&lt;br /&gt;whether its a pudgy or slim one?&lt;br /&gt;whether its a vertically challenged one,&lt;br /&gt;who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It;s just our job,&lt;br /&gt;ta get the job done&lt;br /&gt;it just takes a few hours,&lt;br /&gt;of scrambling around Bishan park.&lt;br /&gt;Some choose to walk,&lt;br /&gt;others take the fast way out and exercise their legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time is up,&lt;br /&gt;evryone rushes to teh drink kiosk.&lt;br /&gt;sweaty bodies sweltering under the heat,&lt;br /&gt;cramped up in that kiosk.&lt;br /&gt;The feel of cool liquid,&lt;br /&gt;sliding down ma' throat&lt;br /&gt;it feels like i'm in heaven&lt;br /&gt;well, teh liquid part that is,&lt;br /&gt;obviously not the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh ok...i edited the last three paras..cuz i was like in teh middle of writing it when my good ol&lt;br /&gt; cousin came. Yeah ...arhgg and i can't believe that i got shocked outta my wits, well, nope...a little teeny weenny itsy bit shocked when he tapped my shoulder...argg. i ahte to admit it...yep..then, i went to eat durians..lol ah well, i feel kinda bored and _______(can't seem to find the correct word yet..) so perhaps, i shall consider changing teh music. hmm. lets see. *think* *thinking* *still thinking* *stilll keeps thinking*   *still in the midst of thinking*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111692467881333279?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111692467881333279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111692467881333279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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blame me ..ok...lemme tell ya, yesterday, yeah, we went to the the old beijing, loosly translated from Lao beijing umm. yeah, its a restaurant yep, we went there rather late, so had high tea there..whoa cheemology high tea, actually, its something liek lunch ..nothing much. umm.yeah and ya know what, a glass of apple juice ...small li' glass costs like 5 bucks..lmao and in direct contrast, teh tea costs like 1 buck per person..heh heh yeah, i stuffed myself, the onion pancakes (tastes more like cheese to me), the hot and spicy soup (yum) blah blah, and yeah, teh portions given were like ..umm.very small *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, btw, i was watching teh jay chou life concert thingy, aha..i'm not a jay chou fan ...and i am still not one, it was just that, it was raining and we were knida like waiting fer it to stop so that we could play basketball..to bad it didn't (urgg) ok..and i've gotta admit, some songs are liek pretty nice yep and i liked his cousin's snazzy entrance in a car woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;ok..then today, umm yeah, we went to IMM to this japanese restaurant i think it was called hoishi or whatever..whoa super ex man...28 bucks per person..there were 7 of us..umm.yeah, do your calculations quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH???  whoa..so much arhx...don want la.&lt;br /&gt;dad: never mind, never mind...&lt;br /&gt;Me: h-u-h....*doe-eyes* lets so teh yun nam chinese restaurant (yeah..yum nam...i'm not kidding, at first i thought it was like yun nam haircare. *haha*)&lt;br /&gt;dad: ok lor&lt;br /&gt;*runs to fifth floor*&lt;br /&gt;ME *looks at menu* *shock*&lt;br /&gt;me: omigosh...whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa nononon..better not beter not go back go back&lt;br /&gt;dad: um..ok lor anything u all wish&lt;br /&gt;*run back to third floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew...lol and yep...i  also found out that we're getting more and more kinder to teh environment.laughs. like the hoshi  place, it charged like 5 bucks per 100g for wastage of food. and umm. sad to say, we were kinda greedy. me ma sis and bro..umm.. we took tooo much then it was like, my bro kept drinking up the soup, saying about how much he was helping us  then i was lie...-_- grrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;ok..then , we went to sci centre to watch this IMAX show.the mystry of the nile or something liek that.haha pretty nice, i liked the 3-D feeling ya get laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, and yeah,,i boyght threee new books!! fantasy books!! hahah btw, i think i'm great..i've liked finished reading 9 books of tsubasa in like 2 days only!!  wahahha ok..i'll shall not crap any longer and shall go and link eugenia's new blog *groans* i sincerely hope this one is permanent...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111685256033182737?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567616.post-111631954575908555</id><published>2005-05-17T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:45:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah yeah yeah</title><content type='html'>seriously, i'm bored with a capital B..seriously bored like anything...more borred than the borest man on earth (i dunno if that makes sense but..nvm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored-&lt;br /&gt;to death&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated&lt;br /&gt;an' disgruntled&lt;br /&gt;i need ta' do something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the human mind-&lt;br /&gt;even my own-i sometimes can't comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the exams, i'd rather be bored&lt;br /&gt;an time passes soo fast&lt;br /&gt;after exams, i'd rather have exams&lt;br /&gt;an' times passes soo slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity is complexity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Desert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mounds of sands.&lt;br /&gt;Gusts of wind.&lt;br /&gt;Emptyness.&lt;br /&gt;Nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cactuses and shrubs&lt;br /&gt;are all that make up thee.&lt;br /&gt;Spiky lil' thorns,&lt;br /&gt;dry ol' branches.&lt;br /&gt;Deathly stillness hangs about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes for rain, keeps pouring out.&lt;br /&gt;But storm clouds gathering won't bring relief&lt;br /&gt;Just darker days with lesser hope.&lt;br /&gt;Just stormier days with lightning and fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sand and wind, cries of help&lt;br /&gt;Tired camels trotting through.&lt;br /&gt;But bound to thee, to hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say, there's no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation-a word so distant&lt;br /&gt;probably it'll never happen&lt;br /&gt;So, continue to hope.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to pray,&lt;br /&gt;one day i'm sure,&lt;br /&gt;heaven would take pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..i know that it is kinda weird of me to write about deserts , considering that its not really a concern for any of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i had the photo journalism workshop today..*sigh* sad to admit, it was knida boring , BUT, luckily, at least i wasn't in the chinese calligraphy or the dance..cuz i heard they teach em' some ballet steps there *shudders...* (i relieving some bad memories here...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111631954575908555?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111631954575908555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>yer..yesterday was friday the 13th...well, nothing much happened to me i must say..*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like playin' ro&lt;br /&gt;but i can't seem to bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like clickin' on the icon&lt;br /&gt;but i can't semmta move my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like goin ta sleep,&lt;br /&gt;but i ain't feeli like movin' my bod'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like gettin a drink,]&lt;br /&gt;but i can't seem ta move ma' legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy&lt;br /&gt;i'm too bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yep i'm gonna help my sis out with her art thingy...drawing like heaven and hell and a little a lamb. i'm just gonna do the hell part..i'm teh sadistic type an' kinda have some teeny weeny experiences in experimenting with teh hellish portion..o yeah.i think teh death poem really suits her theme too..well..buh-bye&lt;div 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going too fast,&lt;br /&gt;every thin's a blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem ta' stop&lt;br /&gt;my brakes don't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all gonna end&lt;br /&gt;i can feel ma'self going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going..going...&lt;br /&gt;i'm leavin this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm leavin this moment&lt;br /&gt;i'm gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um..yeah i know this one a lil on the weird side, perhaps i think noone will liek understand what i'mwriting cuz i was like just created this just..i mean..like when i started typing, the words liek just flowed up..its a rather shabbily done thingy, in like two minutes so..ah well, don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fat Tad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Tad&lt;br /&gt;eatin' made im' fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa fries&lt;br /&gt;He was never once trim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lard he consumes,&lt;br /&gt;"Its healthy," he presumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this vertically challenged lad,&lt;br /&gt;with humongous lumps of fats&lt;br /&gt;Fats stored as reserves,&lt;br /&gt;i'll bet he'd never starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w-e-l-l, no offence to ppl named tad out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..yeah, i forgotten to bring my corrections to sch..ang arrggg just thinking of it makes me fume...i hadta go home to get it..well, luckilly, oishan and lynnette were so kind to escort me home, well, its a pity oishan left her bag at my house,*laughs* i'll give it to her on mon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111597305392573413?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111597305392573413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>haha...FREE from mid year exams..well, technically speaking,there's still CMe tomorrow, but then, um..yeah..i dunno where's my book, anyway, i'm rather confident i'll pass..*sheepish look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry books, lyin' on ma' table,&lt;br /&gt;chemistry notes, scattered on the floor&lt;br /&gt;No wanna read ma' book&lt;br /&gt;no wanna read ma' notes&lt;br /&gt;i juz wanna fall in bed&lt;br /&gt;to rest my tired eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wuz feelin' a lil' bored,&lt;br /&gt;so i took out ma' pen&lt;br /&gt;an wrote a lil' poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stress, the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;its not really a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the papers, the tests,&lt;br /&gt;its seriously like a pest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the homework and worksheets,&lt;br /&gt;its piling up like shit/sleet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a tough time,&lt;br /&gt;its no easy feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep..that's about it..an' i;m like really really reeaally happy, well, at least some of the words rhyme properly, althought i didn't really like the shit part cuz i think its a lil' too crude fer ma' liking. ah. its kinda serene and peaceful now..the way it was always meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i'm surprised i'm not dead yet T_T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o ya..i've become a panda in a week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111586951503340438?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111586951503340438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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one</title><content type='html'>Physics period today[fri] 10.15   10 mins to recess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Physics period&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writin this rap/poem/whatever&lt;br /&gt;in my physics lesson&lt;br /&gt;the endless drawl of kinetics&lt;br /&gt;makes ma' feel kinda energetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then many endless chapters&lt;br /&gt;of electromagneic waves&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly had this crave&lt;br /&gt;for the recess bell to quickly ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My t-cher's so enthu&lt;br /&gt;too bad i don't fell the same&lt;br /&gt;He's tellin' us jokes an' statin' facts&lt;br /&gt;'bout goldilocks and the three bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound effects he makes&lt;br /&gt;are amusing to my ears&lt;br /&gt;the weird actions he metes out&lt;br /&gt;evoke my once-dead interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though physics is borin'&lt;br /&gt;at least there are still jokes.&lt;br /&gt;thought the jokes are a little lame,&lt;br /&gt;the lameless is much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought there's the lameless,&lt;br /&gt;at least there's some humor&lt;br /&gt;a lame joke is better than no joke,&lt;br /&gt;to bide my time,&lt;br /&gt;as i wait for the recess bell to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..i know tt this [one's veryveryvery]times 100 times lame.&lt;br /&gt;i'm 100.00%lame, to think i'd  rather write poems/raps than to listenup...sometimes, i thoroughly don't understand my self...ah well, have tuition today!!! ARGGGG&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i HATE it. *sigh* *big sigh* *even bigger sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...buh bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111476845798479363?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111476845798479363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111476845798479363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111476845798479363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111476845798479363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/04/yepanother-one.html' title='yep..another one'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111451077472227745</id><published>2005-04-26T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T11:22:36.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decent post</title><content type='html'>finally, a decent post..seriously, it;s not that i;m actually neglecting this bloody blog (hey that reminds me of bloody sunday..*laughs*)&lt;br /&gt;Ya right, i've been like faithfully as my class name faith *which i kinda hate*states, going to bolgspot.com to update..but only in point form which i always end up sa ving as drafts.. T_T i'm lazy, yeah i know - u don hafta tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..so one of these days, during the JUne hols, i shall, try to make an effort to move my hand (which is pretty heavy) to on the laptop...perhaps, i may suceed, but most probably, you'll never see any ogf those drafts ive saved coming uphere..&lt;br /&gt;ok..new rap..or song or whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death's the only option&lt;br /&gt;it's the best distraction,&lt;br /&gt;from tons of piling homework,&lt;br /&gt;crushing ma' beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death's the only option&lt;br /&gt;it's the best attraction.&lt;br /&gt;The gates of hell are open&lt;br /&gt;not all places ere' are taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death;s the only option&lt;br /&gt;cuz heaven's not fer' ya'&lt;br /&gt;Golden gates of 'eaven&lt;br /&gt;never for u will it be opened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death's the only option&lt;br /&gt;it's just waitin at the road junction&lt;br /&gt;Rusty gates of hell,&lt;br /&gt;swings open fer ya'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell's minions fill the place&lt;br /&gt;like blackheads on yr face&lt;br /&gt;a facade of lies enshrouds all&lt;br /&gt;cowebs hanging, ev'rything looks tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death's the only option&lt;br /&gt;It's the best selection&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me an'&lt;br /&gt;You can never go wron'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copyright 26/4 by the great ol' me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i', bein lame..yeah i know*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..its not like i'm propogada-ing*dunno whtehr there';s such a word* *looks up dict*&lt;br /&gt;all of ya to like go and sie lor..its like, i felft kinda sadistic *shudders* after wring an oh-so-nice compo fer the compo test...i had like no ling gan..like writer's block or something and every one were like scribbling hard and bent down...ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Street 22&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking downtown with ma' mind in a whirl&lt;br /&gt;the streets are dusty an' e' dust keeps swirllin'&lt;br /&gt;Shops aligning the whole place,&lt;br /&gt;its kinda' like a bazaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many different types of things&lt;br /&gt;adorn the shop's front.&lt;br /&gt;bracelets, earings, bearings,&lt;br /&gt;soft toys and cuddly animals&lt;br /&gt;you name it,&lt;br /&gt;they've got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumble of smell greet my nostrills&lt;br /&gt;smelly &lt;em&gt;tofu&lt;/em&gt;, roast pigeon,&lt;br /&gt;pig's brain, intestine soup,&lt;br /&gt;all sorts of queer stuff&lt;br /&gt;Go stick your head in a garbage can&lt;br /&gt;An' take huge sniff.&lt;br /&gt;pleasant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beggars of all ages&lt;br /&gt;line the streets&lt;br /&gt;waiting fer a treat&lt;br /&gt;Donning rags and sole-less shoes,&lt;br /&gt;they look like complete fools'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 22nd street-&lt;br /&gt;its no easy feat ta hafta live on that street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..i know that this one's pretty corny and prejudiced. I seriously mena no harm, just writin all these for the fun of it and also, to get out of havin ta do maths homework..i seriously wonder why they'id call it E maths...elmentary maths..bah, in my opnion *now this sounds liek oral.. *&lt;br /&gt;e maths sounds more like easy maths? Nuh UH..they should call it D maths. Difficult with a capital D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next one (this is probably the longest post i've ever done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school&lt;br /&gt;but i ain't no fool&lt;br /&gt;incessant ramblings,&lt;br /&gt;constant nagging&lt;br /&gt;of countless teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They remind me of buzzing flies&lt;br /&gt;those super irritating ones,&lt;br /&gt;those super back ones&lt;br /&gt;and also those super noisy ones&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i had a fly swatter&lt;br /&gt;to swat them with;&lt;br /&gt;but of course,&lt;br /&gt;that'll be disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain was once pure&lt;br /&gt;of simple knowledge ,&lt;br /&gt;had aqquired while still in primary school&lt;br /&gt;the ABCs and 123s of life&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;ren shen da dao li &lt;/em&gt;i've memorised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school's hetic life&lt;br /&gt;sure didn't suit me at all&lt;br /&gt;the history of china,&lt;br /&gt;China's &lt;em&gt;qin shi huang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the different continents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many many scholl rules.&lt;br /&gt;My blouse must be tucked in,&lt;br /&gt;i look like a complete idiot&lt;br /&gt;my socks must be high up&lt;br /&gt;is this the latest trend?&lt;br /&gt;mind you, this's not Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skirt must be long, probably way below my knees&lt;br /&gt;Hello? make a long skirt then,&lt;br /&gt;a long one,&lt;br /&gt;until the hem reaches the toes&lt;br /&gt;Complete with thick black glasses,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (btw: eugenia: i;m not insultin ur lowest common multiple here )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet i'll look like a complete freakbetter still, a super nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya wanna know whta n e r d stands fer??&lt;br /&gt;Not Exactly really Dumb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(um...actually i didn;t mean it to be that long when i first written it down but then, after a few amendments be myself , it became pretty longish- a-n-d the part about the acronym for nerd?? i came up with it last minute...u needn't bother actually. anyway, i didn't really mena to insult anyomne in the poem or much lest, complain about school rule, it;s just that the words there were like easy to rhyme and rather &lt;em&gt;shun&lt;/em&gt; seriously, i hope no one in the education system actually reads this.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shyt..i have two more to type..argggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*concentrate concentrate...*&lt;br /&gt;ok..lemme rest fer a little while -[shall go play piano first..]&lt;br /&gt;*rest* *rest* *playpiano* *play piano*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Growing Up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i raved and ranted&lt;br /&gt;yelled and screamed&lt;br /&gt;Mom said, growing up was difficult-&lt;br /&gt;complete with&lt;br /&gt;mood swings an' tantrums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stomped upstairs,&lt;br /&gt;naught a single care,&lt;br /&gt;taking care to slam the door extra hard&lt;br /&gt;an' kinda hopin' that it would break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up in my room, screamin my lungs out,&lt;br /&gt;i cussed that dumbo,&lt;br /&gt;with no common sense&lt;br /&gt;he who made my room,&lt;br /&gt;mae it so umnroomy&lt;br /&gt;so small;&lt;br /&gt;just the opposite of spacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slammed my bod' onto the beed.&lt;br /&gt;the freakin' bad the never fails to start creakin'&lt;br /&gt;disturbing my precious sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blanket.&lt;br /&gt;my stupid blanket&lt;br /&gt;with stupid mickey mouse pictures all over&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder:&lt;br /&gt;what ever made me so attracted to mickey mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it the bif black ears?&lt;br /&gt;the stubby nose??&lt;br /&gt;or was it that i tought it was &lt;em&gt;cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childish.&lt;br /&gt;i stuffed it under ma' bad,&lt;br /&gt;wishing that the dust mites would somehow,&lt;br /&gt;by someway consume it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i glanced around my room/ The many many posters i had pout up,&lt;br /&gt;at the different staged of ma' life.&lt;br /&gt;Posters of power rangers,&lt;br /&gt;the once-cute pictures ma' once-cute-but -now-forsaken-idol, mickey mouse,&lt;br /&gt;the oh-so-lovely powerpuff girls&lt;br /&gt;i still remember the lines...&lt;br /&gt;sugar, spice, an everythin hice.&lt;br /&gt;these were the ingredienst to amke the perfect lil' girls...&lt;br /&gt;lame, childish, freakish, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a frenzt, i tore them all off,&lt;br /&gt;ripped em' right off the wall.&lt;br /&gt;an' stuffed em in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my desk, sat box&lt;br /&gt;so dusty yet eluding a sense of purity.&lt;br /&gt;It hada bunch of stupid treasures&lt;br /&gt;correction: treasyres is not teh word,&lt;br /&gt;it should be useless stuff.get that one right.&lt;br /&gt;the useless stuff i had collected when small&lt;br /&gt;pokemon erasers, Yu-Gi_Oh cards,&lt;br /&gt;minature star wars figurines.lots of em'.&lt;br /&gt;there was even a used tissue from who knows when.&lt;br /&gt;pretty dumb, huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the box&lt;br /&gt;threw it in the bin&lt;br /&gt;my chnldhood was long gone,&lt;br /&gt;why should i bother ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..i'll end here first,hand too tired...tho i still have many more paragraphs andone more poem or rap or son whatever u wish titled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Months&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the laptop's feeling hot..very hot..better go now..seeya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111451077472227745?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111451077472227745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>ro?</title><content type='html'>benjamin called me 'bout ro again..wonder what's so nice about it sometimes..maybe i shall..'chong chu jiang hu' and continue playing?? hmm..perhaps after exams, i'll see..my knight is weak. it kinda sucks..arggg i'm pissed. why in the first place did i have to choose a knight..i should've settled for a sader.. *sigh* i'm dumb..that's a known fact.. =(  T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111330314578294139?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111330314578294139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111330314578294139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111330314578294139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111330314578294139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/04/ro.html' title='ro?'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111085358228309723</id><published>2005-03-15T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T10:26:22.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>haha our sch asked us to come to sch...(not forgetting it was like sooo early...9am ) just to tke our results which i don't really like. I was like...WHAT?!?!  oh wth...luckily, the results were a  printed...no red marks visible...lolz. ok...i failed..but no so miserably as some others...class test..but thenm  Cmooon test, i didn;t fail ok...i know this must have like bored everyone out so...i'd better stop yakling away 'bout my lil' result slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFY date:4.4.2005how nice, two 4s in a row.Auspicious?! i think not. O well never mind i gotta go..oh yeah 'boutr the rap titled desert...i'm in my cousin's house now so i can't really be bothered to run back and take it here to type. haha&lt;br /&gt; o yaeh there is this certain fad of playing basketball going around in my cousins now so everyday...staring from last saturday, we woiuld all trod happily with our Fila basketball to horizon gardens..then is like,,,the security there dun find it werid one meh?!WEIRD ok..so long for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111085358228309723?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111085358228309723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111085358228309723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111085358228309723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111085358228309723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/03/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-111068718783128386</id><published>2005-03-13T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T12:13:07.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy up there</title><content type='html'>ok..i was like kinda out of my mind and i supidly went along with all my cousins to play...basketball...arg..thou i know very well tt i kinda suk at it...o well...we alll suked at it except well maybe shaun, lishan jie  jie and her bf...their damn good...so we were like total freaks...with them. lol..w.e went at aaround 830pm...aft the dinner wich our table was jinxed at the bottle tree restaurant or sth...forgot...it was like...we kept spilling our drinks and toppling our food whatsoever....unluckily...boy, am i feelin so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...and it's like we were trying to do the lyout or sth...weirdly, i anyhow run run run. dribble dribble dribble, then right foot, left foot, jump...anyhow throw the ball then for no apparent reason, the ball went in the net!! i was like...HUH...i didn't even look where i was throwing an it went in?!?!?! gosh, real cool.lolz&lt;br /&gt; i suffered a few loses tho...i wasn't really paying any attention then the next thing i knew, a huge orange ball-like-thingy was comin at my face at like 10000000000000000kmper hour...WHAM...BAM...hit my face lor...lol. It was cool. not&lt;br /&gt;my specs was sth like dislocated and my face was soore...very SORE...&lt;br /&gt;                                                           ------------------------&lt;br /&gt;ok...then later at home...11plus, i was feelin damn bored and so, i went about creating some raps&lt;br /&gt;don't laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rap number one...titled exams (9cuz i couldn't think of anything else)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm starin at nothing, with my head in a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;An' i'm feelin de-pressed cos it's the common test.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be a loser. a street corner boozer;&lt;br /&gt;But neither do i want to be a geeky freaky nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart Alecs holdin all Aces, with smiles on their faces&lt;br /&gt;I stare into e' mirror, an' my face's all weird.&lt;br /&gt;Frowning, lookin' really sad, whatever'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' on my report card, there's not one Ace&lt;br /&gt;It's scribbled with 'orrible red marks,&lt;br /&gt;compliments from my t'chers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' down so i take e' lift up&lt;br /&gt;1st storey, 2nd storey, all e' way up&lt;br /&gt;The 31st storey, i calmly walk out,&lt;br /&gt;i feel' a sense of calmness,&lt;br /&gt;i've neva' felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My report card still following me,&lt;br /&gt;i scribbled a quick note: au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;An' i stepped up on e' railings, down i go.&lt;br /&gt;Suicide? Killin' mah' self? call it whatever u wan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind cutting thru' mah' face,&lt;br /&gt;i fly down like a bird.&lt;br /&gt;weird, falling down seems quicker than when u go up.&lt;br /&gt;Much easier&lt;br /&gt;much much easier&lt;br /&gt;W.H.A.M.&lt;br /&gt;A bloody sickening sight.&lt;br /&gt;Blodd splatering ev'rywhere,&lt;br /&gt;an' mah' report card's even redder&lt;br /&gt;Halleujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...i know it's kinda lame but never mind.i kninda like it...rather sadistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ok...the 2nd rap titled Desert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mounds of sand, Gusts of wind.&lt;br /&gt;Emptyness, nothingness, whatever&lt;br /&gt;shit...my father came home...i shall continue later ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-111068718783128386?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/111068718783128386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=111068718783128386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111068718783128386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/111068718783128386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/03/crazy-up-there.html' title='crazy up there'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110795261430081954</id><published>2005-02-09T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T11:48:04.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kool</title><content type='html'>camp was like...damn bloody fun...hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;pur class won lor!!! its like the first time a triple sciencre class won...break record,,,nerds too can win...no lah...i'm just crapping...o yar..this kninda reminds me abputthe werird cheer oishan made up..&lt;br /&gt;               Geeks with glasses and freaks with shoes&lt;br /&gt;               ???????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;                ???????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;                an' we're &lt;em&gt;gong kias&lt;/em&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry..i kinda forgot the middle two lines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...at camp...i loved the flying fox...lol.ok...actually seriously, the date today is the 13 of MARCH...i made a draft tt day...the date was nice u see and i was like too pissed off and sunburnt to blog tt time..lolz. and now...my mnds in a blank...arggg so much for my smart ideas tt never seemed to fail me...ok...never mind...s'long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110795261430081954?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110795261430081954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110795261430081954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110795261430081954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110795261430081954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/02/kool.html' title='kool'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110724963009514341</id><published>2005-02-01T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T18:59:17.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp..aloha</title><content type='html'>ha ha three more miserable days to camp!!..boy am i ex-ci-ted..(do i sound sacastic?!?hope not)..ok.we had a really dumd compo test today...kinda weird but really...i was feeling like weird during the test and wrote sth with absolutely NO plot and setting whatsoever...and it was extremely what u can also say sadistic...ok...i wrote the first topic Parents...i started off kinda like: oops...i forgot..but i remembered what i ended with um...sth like: the word 'forgive' was forever deleted from my dictionary...haha so basically, my whole 500+ compo was about hating and wanting to sabo my bro..ok..that's not true in real life...i'm not that bad...ok...i also talked about hating everyone...my parents and all...i was limke i'[m writing about crap here...when i finished it lor...haha...strangely, i felt happy and remember that i was like smiling like an idiotic madperson just realesed from IMH when wring 'bout the hating parts...lolz&lt;br /&gt;ooo...ok...maths test...haha A maths was like...chicken feet(bwack bwack!!!!!) E maths leh...wah...it was like...(whats the opp of chicken feet?? feet chicken?!?!!?)  oh well...to put to simple terms, it was difficult...ok...he set it so that it was possible or um..easy to pass...just barely pass..the other ten marks..whoa...u'll have to like slog ur guts )and brains) out to get it lor...haha...i didn't know how to do 2 questions...wish me luck then..i never wanna know my result...oh well...gonna be seven soon...haiz...ok...haiz...ZZ..zz...ZZ..zz..ZZ..zz..ZZ..zz...ZZ..zz..ZZ..zz..ZZ..zz...ZZ..zz..ZZ..zz..ZZ..zz...ZZ..&lt;br /&gt;ZZ..zz...ZZ..zz..ZZ..zz..ZZ..zz...ZZ..zz..ZZ..zz..ZZ..zz...ZZ..zz..ZZ..zz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110724963009514341?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110724963009514341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110724963009514341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110724963009514341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110724963009514341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/02/campaloha.html' title='camp..aloha'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110705836264161482</id><published>2005-01-30T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:28:29.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>i'm like..rather weird...tue got exam yet don't feel like studying..haiz...got the time, yet no mood to do so...what sort of reasoning is that...i ask...even i don;t know the answer myself... ok..i typred out ths freakin nonsense so that i'll have at least one post, thou i know how pathetic and miserable that is in Jan...ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110705836264161482?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110705836264161482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110705836264161482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110705836264161482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110705836264161482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2005/01/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110440144214038083</id><published>2004-12-30T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T18:10:42.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok...</title><content type='html'>ok...i've like neglected this stupid pathetically umm...small  and insignificant site...actually i wonder if ANYONE would actually bother...even &lt;em&gt;bother&lt;/em&gt;  to waste their very precious time and read whatever crap i'm writing...ok...i was back fr kor and jap on like 24 dec...har har...couldn;t be bothered to update due to my um...hangover from the stupid freaking do damn rushed holiday...it wasn't a holiday to me...it was a super stressed holiday...but i doubt my parents had a nicer or better time...they were like waiting hand and foot on me...like...&lt;br /&gt;"sihui, do u need a plastic bag?"&lt;br /&gt;me: blank look&lt;br /&gt;" in case u vomit"&lt;br /&gt;*hands me plastic bags...note the s......i stuffed them in my pockets which were like already overflowing with squashed sweets and plastic bags from the day before...ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get to the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1   and 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore changi airport ...there was an auction... and my totally stupid brother bidded TWICE...for an item he could have already gotten...gosh...anyway...how can one blame him?? he IS stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME : around 730pm&lt;br /&gt;...we took JAL....to ...to...KL...1 hr in the plane...gosh...i was like totally freaked out at the company's stupidity... we waited 3 hours at KL there...ok...then we took JAL to...Narita airport ..in the plane around 6 hours i was like spralwed out on three seatss...sleeping...but rathewr uncomfortably...the gal at the back was liek complaining to her parents about my ' lil' comy position...ok...then we waited at narita airport for 4 longggg hours...i slept at the seats at teh airport...was rather weird...considerng ppl keeep passing by and staring weirdly at u...thankfully i left my glasses elsewhere...&lt;br /&gt;ok...then finally, we took JAL..(again)   to icheon arport...should i be delighted ?!?!?  NO...it was liek 1++pm when we arrived...bleargx...ok...our luggages were like sent to our hotel...or resort or whatever...we had 3 luggages...42kg (note the no. and weight...compare it with the last day...lolz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..we met our tour giude and our photographer...tour guide form shandong...knows how to speak chinese(obviously..), korean and a little english....photographer...tags along ALL the while except when u go the the loo...mumm... speaks orean and a little chinese ...then we went to everland...got the big five tickets...ok...weather?? hmm...rather cold...but its the wind tt made it damn cold...ok...we only went for 4 rides..the queues were like ... ok..we waited for like an hour for one ride...long time stand on your two feet doiong nothing. and i was like looking damn pale and according to my tour group, my face was greenish...well... it's worser...much much worser in tokyo disneyland...the queues i mean not my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... we had our dinner there of course...at our own expense...ok..then we went to the resort...took like 2 hours reached there like at 11pm going to be midnight tt kind of thing...hanwha resort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later whenever i feel like it the i'll write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110440144214038083?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110440144214038083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110440144214038083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110440144214038083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110440144214038083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/12/ok.html' title='ok...'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110241683220507785</id><published>2004-12-07T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T18:53:52.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird...</title><content type='html'>ok...weird...i have not been playing ragno for arond a  few weeks now...and still counting...obviously not tt i don't want to play...but that i CAN"T PLAY!!! no matter whtever crap i type in the password column, it always fails to connect to the stupidly idiotic server...arggg&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying and trying everyday lor....ok..and btw...I completed my sci homewrok..alll of it...including the whatever balanced equations..lolz... OK...my aunt helped me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...then cf was like messenging me on msn...to add to my sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;cf: y u not playingragno arhx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like...argg..cuz cannot play..lolz ok...bb..going to talk to her..bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110241683220507785?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110241683220507785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110241683220507785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110241683220507785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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lar...then ok...shutter...omg....it was damn scary lor...its like...ok...at first i had intended to use my sweater for what it was meant for...to keep me warm...but the n the cinema wasn't even the bit cold...ok...the jacket somehow ended in between my teeth..argg...i was like biting on it all the while..ok..damn super sacry...pity it was in thai...well...at least it suceeded in scaring all of us...ok..my bro was like using his jacket to cover hi entire face all the while..ryan and nat saT together and was like...umm..sharing a jacket to cover both their faces...then lixin arr...dunno larr...too far and too dark to see liao...ok..then sl...whoa..she very the umm...act until so brave lor..she was all curled up onto the seat, not facing me of course...then she had her two little fingers sticking into her ears...whoa...ok...at least i was not as bad as her lor...i only sort of covered one ear and slightly closed my eyes to slits...aiyar...you;ll etit when u watch the shutter...dun laugh at me...or us...hehe...it was like one moment, a gruesome face pops out coupled with lond and heartstopping music...whoa...i silently screanmed inside my head lor...then the ppl in the front row screamed like u know nothikng...then my umm..&lt;em&gt;innocent&lt;/em&gt; little bro asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro: who screamed arr???&lt;br /&gt;uS: SHADDUP LAR&lt;br /&gt;*the woman who screamed turned over*&lt;br /&gt;says: sorry arr...sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh...wts is tt...lol...hahhaha ok...then got one part..when he...i forgot his name lar...ok...the man who was haunted by the ghost and had a current girlfriend called jane...ok...he went to the toilet to shit or whatever...there was no toilet paper..okthere was some toilet paper...not enought to wipe his butt with...so.....he shouted loudly for some toilet paper...ok...a hand with long pinted red fingernails reached in...from the other cubicle...well..all of us obviously expected the hand belonged to the ghost..ok...so...tt man which i had forgotten his name, got up...* i seriously doubted tt he wiped his butt after shitting,..* and barged into the other cubicle...ok...a man dressedd lke a woman sat there...ummm...like a gigolo or sth...and said: can i poo pls.." or sth like tt lar..then its like...we expected a grusome-half-rotting-bloody face to pop out then in the end...lol...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie it was around 11.55like tt ...then auntie mei sent us home...ok...sigh...i didn't dare to look out of the car window on the way back...(the scences from the movie..*shudders*)&lt;br /&gt;i didn;t dare to go to the toilet...when we got home...i didn;t dare slp with my blanket for fear of some unknown thing climbing up...i heard tt my cou(lx) sl and fe also like tt...haha...maybe i'll never catch a horror film ever again...anyway, i doubt i watched EVERY SECOND of it...whoa....i reallyyy don't dare to bathe tonight lor...how?!?!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110181058543611356?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110181058543611356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110181058543611356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110181058543611356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110181058543611356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/okok.html' title='okok...'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110173299342049182</id><published>2004-11-29T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T20:56:33.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok...horror time!!</title><content type='html'>ok...now i'm going to watch shutter!!! today!!! at 950!!! at J8!!!...hehehe..wif nerissa they all...auntie mei is paying for our( me, sl, fe and lx) tickets too lor...lol...actually she used the smart way out...she booked the tickets online, then called my father...tt wass e method we taught her after my father didn't let us watch sisters with them many years or was it months??!?  ago...   okok...then i guess it'll end at around 1150?? haha by e time we reach hoe...is past midnight liao...somemore is horror film...*shivers*  dunno whether to back out..lol...hahaha...leaving at 9...hahaha...ok...  *father comes in...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: make sure u take sth warm...blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Father: not the korea one arr...&lt;br /&gt;Fe: I wanted to do tt...&lt;br /&gt;Me: lol&lt;br /&gt;*turns to mum*&lt;br /&gt;Father: how to say no...how to say no...&lt;br /&gt;hahah...ok...sooo....just wish me luck...hope tml won't fall asleep in choir...lol...haiz...going wif lx down to to busstop tml at 830...boy...okie...soooo...ok...i gtg soon andddd...ok...WISH MEEE LUCK&gt;&gt;..btw...PC if u dun see me in choir tml..i guess u'll know tt i'm home , sick with fright...lolz...ok...byee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110173299342049182?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110173299342049182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567616.post-110165226088685559</id><published>2004-11-28T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T22:31:00.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok...quick update</title><content type='html'>quick update on our lil' lives since i've been um...too lazy to blog lately..ok...my cou drank some expired milk lately...she saw 06 11 04 as 06 12 04...lol...ok...but sad to say, nth happened to her...no diareahoea(i hate spelling this word..) ...no stomachache ...no anything...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...and um...i've cut my hair...last friday, straight after my choir practice...looking like a total blockhead now..lol...wanna get a heart attack???come look for me,...strange enough...the next door maid said i was beautiful...umm...is she crossing her fingers behind her back???...ewww...ok...then umm...today...we bought clothes or um...more specifically..winter clothes ...mine...199...my sis...199...my bro...139...ok...plus much much more......blearg...my father got a large hole in his pocket now...lol..kk.going to sch tml to buy books...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110165226088685559?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110165226088685559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110165226088685559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110165226088685559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110165226088685559'/><link rel='alternate' 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had this sudden obsession to ALWAYS reamin a noob...or a chick...the pic of a chick is soooo cute...then i went to check my gp..1111....1100 turns to a freaking ugly wooden hammer....urggg....i have soo many wooden hammer acs....forsaken them as they were damn uygly ok...now i'm planning to create another chick acc....cute or somehow weird...ok....then i dked....double kill lar jusing teh noob acc...they were sooo damn stupid lor....stone hammer and steel axe...arggg stand damn closes to each other...then finally um...they sortacame togather as if they joined togather as one....then i slowly shoot one....my teammate shot one...until their lives like crit...then my turn....sudden death...\lol....then i was using mage...shot 2...wham....shot of god bonus...blah blha blha...a lot of crap appeared...then we won lor...lol stupid man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...sigh....then halfway in another game, there ws some freskingly stupd error or sth....cannot play gb...then i tried playing ragno....also cannot...always nfailed to connect to server...lol..ok...so i went mad...and started blogging...in this entry...ok...tehn my sis and bro both go nxt door to play warcraft...bah...fine...and bad news...my aunt is coming taday!! bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110126942078014185?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110126942078014185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110126942078014185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110126942078014185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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lx to give me some ideas...and i in turn help her do her mindmap...ok...then i was called back home to do algebra...from 10+Am to 1+PM then break for lunch...then continue...2+Pm to 5+PM....soo many hours..and i did very little cause all teh word problems were like...um...many many parts.. (a) (b) (c) (d) (e)...blah blah blah...i did Qn no.21 to No. 35...seems little but lemme tell u ....DO NOT BELITTLE IT...phew...luckily i went through it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..i'm aslo darn wanted as an artist in my family...got 2 'jobs' today...mind u ...they(my cou...lx and my sis) ok..they're r in teh same sch, same lvl...same class...what ever...all teh same ok....so of course alsa same project...english compo titles secret room...weird...ok...sooo.i had to be teh one helping em draw teh mindmap...poor me...its always like that...i'm the artist...or u could say teh mind-map drawer...it happens soo often..i'm gonna be sooo busy when sch reopens...haiz...ok...so at 930 like taht, i was invited by lx to go her house to help her draw...then she gave me ideas....i asked her to write on anotehr piece of paper...about a sleepless night....written in chinese form of course...she didi just that...and i did her mindmap..tehn i was called back...ok...tehn after my aunt left...5+...my sis wanted me to draw for her..."not the same aslixin arr...our t-cher same so cannot be teh same drawing or else she know.." she kept nagging beside my ear...later i got tired of her...then i asked a favouir of her...or else i would not do her mindmap...obviously she obliged...she had no otehr choice...ok...i asked her to copy some of lx's ideas into my zhou wen bu...nice rite...it filled up 1.5 pages..then i wrote in another 1.5 pages myself...ok..tehn lx called agin...she asked me to go over her house to do teh mindmap once more...she had ruined teh previous one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lx: sihui arr...can come my house? do teh mindmap again can allnit...the other one i spoilt it liao leh...i give u seaweed..????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ehh...ok lor...&lt;br /&gt;*lx happy happy*&lt;br /&gt;Me: around 530 then i come..k??&lt;br /&gt;lx: *realises* ohh...ok lor.bye&lt;br /&gt;me: bye&lt;br /&gt;lx: k&lt;br /&gt;*click* puts down phone...continues to work on my sis's mindmap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 525...i go play gb...stupid rite...i start again from a new acc...after not playing for soo not...i've long lost my touch...urg...nothing better than a chick...ok..then i logged into all my previous acc and transfered my things to my frens and to myself...the chick acc...stupid me...i made my nick super difficult like some got caps some don't have.....damn diff to transfer itemshauz..then one stupid guy pmed err...ok...added me and talked to me using teh frens thingy....sucks...ask wehre...age etc...just as i was transfering my things....ARGGG i was damn mad.....tehn he poped teh question: can u be my gf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like transfering some headgear...ok...typoing my stupidly diff chick nick....&lt;br /&gt;tehn a stupid vox pops out...i was like...shuddup....i transfering stuff...wait later....&lt;br /&gt;then he was like ohh ok...srry to bother u ....then peace for a second..ok...*grins* tehn teh srypid box pops out again...ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110113160030711150?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110113160030711150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110113160030711150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110113160030711150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110113160030711150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/artist.html' title='artist...'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110104679372210139</id><published>2004-11-21T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T22:19:53.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm....*lick lips*`</title><content type='html'>darn yummmy...ok...um...it was super grand...all the effects laser and smoke..blah blah blah....whoa....teh place was like...whoa...it was in um...somewhere in tower a and b...we got off at orchard mrt....the stupid restaurant was um...on the seventh floor, in the middle of a carpark....CARPARK....weird isn't it..ok...it was a um...dunno how many course dinner...i think at least 9 courses...the first dish...oops....it was a wedding LUNCH; not wedding DINNER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....even teh manner tehy served teh food was damn grand...teh waiters and waitresse placed teh plates on teheir shoulders, formed one single row...then slowly as teh music wasplaying, went to put on each of teh tables...ok...classy...one waiter or waitress 'served' one tabler...whoa...the first dish...coldplate or what ever...dunno what king lobster or sth...um...which i dun eat...ok..so i only at two things...the char siew and the spring roll...ok..next dish....mini budda jumps over teh wall....damn nice...my stupid sis gave me her abalone...whoa....so hard and chewy...difficult to bite....urg...ok...then the third dish...um..scallops and prawns.........then i can't really remember teh order already...so i'll just name teh dishes out um...vege....um..friedrice..not normal fried rice...it was teh FIRST time i've ever felt that fried rice even tasted good...lol...there was this sauce um...like a river, then the rice..plain rice..then piled on top were teh carrota, peas (yuck!~) and corn etc...ok..thenlike taht lor...it tasted unique lar...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i remembered the last dish...aha!!   mango pudding...nice....ok...then we had this little box with trwo heart shaped chocolates in em...nice..planning to eat em tml...lol...ok...btw...EVERYONE as far as i could see and know..had napkins on their laps...ok...but i didnt have!!! humpr...probably the napkin was white...my skirt was white...and the waiter was blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...in case u were wondering, teh wedding dnner...ok..i mean lunch...i can;t be bothered to amend it to lunch and waste my energy pressing the backspace button... ok...it was my mother's cousin's son's wedding...ok..and i didn;t know them...ok...then we went home of course, in my big aunty's car...ok...my father didn't go as he gad this recycling launch thingy to go to at kampong glam somewhere in beach road...too bad...he was soooo jealous when he heard about our soo great dinner...he said taht teh restaurant was very good...good reputation lar...weird...he wasn;t there...?!!??!?   ok...and how much money we gave them...my mum said 200...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: WHAT!?!??!??!?! only 200?????&lt;br /&gt;me and my sis: HUH...u call 200 only arr...&lt;br /&gt;father...oh my gosh..It's like one person 200 lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...ok..i gtg...bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110104679372210139?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110104679372210139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110104679372210139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110104679372210139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110104679372210139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/mmmmlick-lips.html' title='mmmm....*lick lips*`'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110100050676049995</id><published>2004-11-21T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T09:28:26.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my gosh...is it the bed or is it just him</title><content type='html'>hahahaha...ok...yesterday....was darn interesting and fun...well...we managed to stay nextdoor from until dinner which was around 8pm to until 11++ cooollll right?? normally our father...arggg would have chased us home at around 10++ ok...we discussed about us...this time not the same as the last time...including the four of us, there will be 2 extras...shaun and my bro..ok..so we had actually planned to watch the shutter...then taht shaun said "NOOOOOOOOO i dun want to go...very scary leh" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaun: "It was meant to be M18 one lor...dunno how they make it until PG"&lt;br /&gt;alll of us: ok lor...then go watch wat"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Taxi?&lt;br /&gt;Someoneelse: Incredibles?&lt;br /&gt;shaun: why not we next week then watch...got one kung fu....&lt;br /&gt;interupted by me: orr...that stephen chow show arr&lt;br /&gt;shaun; yar...very nice one leh...i think&lt;br /&gt;Charlene: huh...dun want leh.i dun want to watc chinese show&lt;br /&gt;Me: o yar...chinese show...i think is quite lao gu dong one also leh&lt;br /&gt;Lishan jie jie: wat u all talking about...&lt;br /&gt; * explain *     *explain*&lt;br /&gt;so...blah blah blah we went on...and finally settled on taxi which we believed was a stupidly funny show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...then later, i dunno who in teh world started it, but someoone throwed a pillow ....and...ok...PILLOW FIGHT!!!!!!!  ALL AGAINST SHAUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...the pillow fight also included stuff toys...many mnay of them in fact...more than 20 being thrown like um..garbage all around teh room..imagine that scene?? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...so all the stuff toys on the rack went flying across teh room....INCLUDING LISHAN JIE JIE'S RABBIT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then  she was like...: WEI&gt;&gt;&gt;MY RABBIT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...her favourite rabbit from shiro...urg...well she too joined in the fight thou she had nine more days olus two exams to sit for...  urg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said...: Law students have so much workload...then give us that diao look-_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...but in the end, all of us became crowded to one side of teh room and changed our aim to shaun...so it was around...*counts*  um...8 to 1....lol  how fair...* smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..then later, pillow fight turned to dodgeball.... fuen..the scrawny person against shaun...the um...ok..thrice as heavy as fuen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...they threw..soft toys...um...of course aimed for....the bottom....part....not that i'm disgusting...but it is they who are...well...ok..then shaun had this great advantage at oine point...he was holding on to this soft toy that was darn round...and qorange.. just liek a ball...it wa shard too...ok..he kept throwing t...and it always hit its target...so teh ball or ball-like-toy was returned to him...tellu wat was it...a orange coulour furry thingy...there was once a show on it... then also got pink coulour and green colour...argg....i doubt that neone understood wat i was saying now...ok...then, lishan jie jie said sth abosolutely hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lishan jie jie: Ay shaun...u very the lan leh...ur amo got so little left...&lt;br /&gt;shaun: where got lor..there still got&lt;br /&gt;fuen: ay..my amo also gonna finish liao leh&lt;br /&gt;lishan that's because most of tehm falled behind my CD players and teh loudspeakers....lol&lt;br /&gt;ok...then&lt;br /&gt;Lishan: fuen ar....u very the what leh...u see arr...its easier for u to hit shaun...than for him to hit u...see...got so much surface area...&lt;br /&gt;all: HAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAH....*rolls on teh .laughing "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...then we went down as she neeeded to study...ok...then we played some really childish games...dunnno y but i seemed to be in the mood for it... ok...we played  A e i o u...tehn got tired of it...k...then matthew joined in..then aunty penny suggested taht ew play a game she used to mplay...rather fun, esp when the two small kids joined i n...lol&lt;br /&gt;its like...i was darn afraid i'll knock them down lor...they were like shorter than my waist...&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;ok...then we played the lao ying zhua xiao ji...then poison ball...for a super long time...until around 1030&lt;br /&gt;then matthew ha to go home...joshua's father was forching him to go home..lol...then we went up to lijian kor kor's room...ok...then we played concentration...while that shaun lay on the bed...with a guitar on him...oo...we kindof offed the lights...ok..and played..then shaun joined us...blah blah blah...then we grew tired of it and played murderer...&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;shaun: then when i squeeze u all teh hand arr..cnanot say  arggg ahhhh all that arr or else&lt;br /&gt;evryone will know i'm teh murderer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....so we played and played..halfway....shaun ploppled down on teh bed...the end of the bed to be exact..and "CRACKKK" it colasped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like: Oh my gosh....z"&lt;br /&gt;me: hahha&lt;br /&gt;then we laughed...ok...then went to help...everyone pulled the bed up...damn heavy mind u...a king size bed lor...then lx and char and i helped to kind of like 'fix' it...ok..it took 10 minutes or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: scarely when  lijian kor kor at night sleep on the bed arr..then it collaspe...hahhah&lt;br /&gt;everyone beagn laughing like mad&lt;br /&gt;tehn we continued the game lar..argg.i'm gettibgs ick of typing.so much...i feel like playing ragno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..then 2nd aunty poped in..she asked if we wnated ice-cream or whta ever...&lt;br /&gt;tehn she took our orders and went to esso to buy...then our father called...he didn't know the passsword for our laptop...lol...then he didn;t know how tocchange the words form chi to eng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...so we came down and ate our supper...then we went back home...i bathed first followed by my sis and later on bro....ok...byee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110100050676049995?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110100050676049995/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567616.post-110085640320754857</id><published>2004-11-19T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T17:26:43.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a little joke about commiting suicide via jumping off a building...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;跳楼须知&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想痛快到九楼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想喘气到八楼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想挣扎到七楼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相残废到六楼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;留遗言到五楼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想住院到四楼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有兴趣到三楼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;纯吓人到二楼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看热闹到一楼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;风景这边独好到十楼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheh...ok...going to watch teevee...byeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567616.post-110085401788874273</id><published>2004-11-19T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T16:46:57.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>audition...</title><content type='html'>ok...well...me and PC both made it to teh group one...ok...lemme tell u on all teh grps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 1 : SFY and Full concert&lt;br /&gt;Group 2 : SYF (Reserved) and Full concert&lt;br /&gt;Group 3 : Second half of teh concert only...no SFY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..so thank goodness we got in grp 1...lol...ok..ehough of teh audituon cuz i'm sick of talking 'vout it already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teh shopping trip...ok..i was like practically forced to go with my mum...not at 5...but at 7... argggg!! 7....teh virtues of harmony show!!!!!!!! i can't believe i missed it...urg...ok..so we went ...my mum feeling rather happy 'bout her sucesss from pulling me from nxt door, forcing me to eat my ice cream so quickly and geeting me to go out with her; then me, on teh other hand, was all glum and sullen, being forced to go shopping and worst of all, to miss teh show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i shalll cut to the point at the shoe shop...i think it was called fifa or sth like tt...dunno...ok...so teh poor salesgirl took many pairs of sportshoes...let me try them on..blah blah blah...i finally settled on um...2 types...couldn't make up my  mind...so i asked....asked okay...not beg...i DO not beg my parents to buy me things...i only ask...putting a cool and nasty look on my face...ok...my mum...said..." ok lor...then wo ye yao mai duo yi shuang ge zi ji...'&lt;br /&gt;tehn i shrugged...ok..then she came across a bag...2 bags to be exact...ok..then we took them too...lol...its not like my mum to be soooo sporty..if u know what i mean...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...going to play ragno now...cya...o...stilll can;t figure out y my stupid merchant can;t sell things and teh stupid tax point thingy...tho i've consulted an austarlian  fren in msn who also plays ragno...i still dun get it!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110085401788874273?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110085401788874273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110085401788874273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110085401788874273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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(ok..this may not be of teh best vocab...but pls make do) ok....iwas like leaving teh house at around 834am for choir...ok...then i walked....fast...to the steps....the long flight of steps that leads down to teh bus stop....freak lor...then i saw the sicko 265 bus whizz pass me....argggggggggg...it ALWAYS happens...weird...fate i guess...ok..that was not teh worst thing...my sis had band also.. at 9..so she was like...still shitting away happily in teh toilet when i left...then after 10 minutes of placing by butt on teh hard metal seat at teh bus stop, i saw the figure of my sis carrying a bag containing her oboe taht seemd um...rather uncomfortable to me to hold...ok..tehn she was walking at this reall snail pace...crossed teh road...(jaywalking of course) reached teh middle....* looks left* * looks right* cross the road again...tehn ...as she aproached teh bus stop...( different from mine...its teh one opp my bus stop) then teh 265 bus comes....at her bus stop u know...not mine..and i had like waited for so long already lor...longer than her....* sigh* it was like...teh bus came immediately as she reached the bus stop...then she convieniently just walked up...how unfair life is to u sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..anyway...bye...going out with my mum at 5 for who knows whatever reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGGGGGGG...AUTION FOR CONCERT AND SFY TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110076603707453787?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110076603707453787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110076603707453787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110076603707453787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110076603707453787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/okfate-rules-teh-world.html' title='ok..fate rules teh world'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110069688896030767</id><published>2004-11-17T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T21:08:08.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freaking  idiot!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>ARGGGGGGGGGG...LISTEN UP FOLKS....I'M GONNA BLOG THIS WHOLE THING IN CAPS. fREAKING IDIOT!!! I DID NOT GET TO WATCH TEH LAST PART!! I MISSED IT!!! BY A FEW MINUTES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF ONLT I HAD KNOWN...ANYWAY, TEH KAIWEI AND JINGWEN ENDED UP TOGETHER... CHEERS * CRIES* DUN BOTHER'BOUT ME AS I GO AND SOB IN A CORNER FOR NOT WATCHING IT...LOL.NAH...I SHALL CONTINUE WATCHING TEH OTHER SHOW...HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110069688896030767?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110069688896030767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110069688896030767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110069688896030767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110069688896030767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/freaking-idiot.html' title='freaking  idiot!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110060262945299320</id><published>2004-11-16T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T18:57:09.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm freaking out</title><content type='html'>ok...folks...i know whta this whole blog thing is about now...to vent my frustration and anger!!! ARGGGGGGGGGGG..&lt;br /&gt;i've been searching and searching for who knows how many hours for a newspaper article..ok..i've said taht my sis was suppossed to do so; but she failed to...so both of us...mind u...BOTH of us sat down, took a whole stack of newspaper, chinese and english...mind you...i really mean a LARGE stack...heavy and tall stack of newspaper. ok...so after our lunch...we sat in our living room...rather hot tho we opened the sliding door and the two fans...we sta therr for like 45mins..and flipped through the newspapers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go up...(i'm going nxt door for a while)its 5+ now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh..can't believe that its 640 now lor....whoa...&lt;br /&gt;ok..so we moved up to our room and on the air con..then we continued flipping and flipping throught dunno how many old chinese newspapers...ok..until the etent that our hands were all black..eeeyuck....rather fun though...as we can smear it on our bro's face...*snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..today,,,is a GREAT day to watch e telly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm to 8pm: Virtues of harmony (channel u)&lt;br /&gt;8pm to 830pm: PCK (Channel 5)&lt;br /&gt;830pm to 9pm: living with lydia (Channel 5)&lt;br /&gt;9pm to 10pm : teh swimming show...ren wo hao you...(Channel 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice huh...welll gtg...and start my tv marathon!!!!!!!!!!! byeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110060262945299320?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110060262945299320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110060262945299320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110060262945299320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110060262945299320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-freaking-out.html' title='i&apos;m freaking out'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110058124254479286</id><published>2004-11-16T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T13:14:27.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm feelin sick of this thing</title><content type='html'>this is kinda silly....ok...i was just writing teh title of this blog...then i realised i've spelt feelin wrongly...so i went back there to amend my error...ok..then i decided not to use the mouse to click...can't be bothered to reach taht little 5 cm to teh mouse...i just wanna keep my fingers on the keyboard or whatsoever....so...i merely pressed teh enter key, sorta hoping taht it would retain it's function as in was in microsoft words and powerpoint...to move a space downwards...then, suddenly, my blog was published, with nth written in this um...entry...stupidity makes a man...or girl in this case...ok..so if i'm lazy again, and can;t be bothered to reach taht miniscue 5 cm or less, i should press the tab key located on my left-hand side, not the enter key on my right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...umm...so i hope taht u guy raeing this actually &lt;em&gt;understand&lt;/em&gt; what i'm crapping about here...ok...i gtg...my maid is like...every minute or so since i finished my piano lesson which is 5 minutes ago, shouts up teh stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maid: " SIHUI!!!   eat your lunch!!! "&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok...&lt;br /&gt;*still blindly staring ate teh screen, blogging away...*&lt;br /&gt;(one min later)&lt;br /&gt;Maid: " SIHUI!!!!!!!!!!!! EAT LUNCH FIRSTTTTTTTT"&lt;br /&gt;Me: okok..wait lar...  (actually i'm more like talking to myself)&lt;br /&gt;( closes door and ons aircon...)&lt;br /&gt;one more minute&lt;br /&gt;grandma: SIHUI ARR&gt;&gt;&gt;KUAI DIAN QU CHI ..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK...*frustrated*&lt;br /&gt;Maid: HURRY UP LAR&gt;&gt;&gt;SILING ALREADY EATIING...&lt;br /&gt;Me: FINE..one more minute...&lt;br /&gt;(one more minute)&lt;br /&gt;Maid: SIHUI!!! *walks up the stairs*  *opens door*   COME AND EAT YOUR LUNCH...&lt;br /&gt;me; *turns towards her*  WAITTTT&lt;br /&gt;*gos down, somewhat muttering something under her breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..i admit taht my maid has developed a pretty strong and loud voice, shouting at me all day long to come downstairs to eat my lunch...all because of my persistance to stay cooped up in my room...(u should thank me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grandma and maid now comes up...*   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to go down soon...folks...my birthday is coming...mind getting me some earplugs?!?!   just kiddin  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official birthday countdown:  ( 1 ) month and ( 11 ) days   pretty long huh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oishan u had better start earning zennyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110058124254479286?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110058124254479286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110058124254479286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110058124254479286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110058124254479286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-feelin-sick-of-this-thing.html' title='i&apos;m feelin sick of this thing'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110051577533858046</id><published>2004-11-15T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T18:49:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok...nice place....the istana</title><content type='html'>wow...i was like...um...is this a hotel r what...and they said that s'pore is short of land...ok...the istana is like...omg...sooo big...looks like a palace...ok...it IS a palace...its name says so...istana is malay for palace..lol...and now, shaun is asking to to create some sort of code so taht he knows that i'm sihui...which i already am!!! i can;t understand taht guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...first, he suspects that i'm not sihui...which i am...weirdo...then he wants me to call his home to find out whether i'm really sihui...lamer...then he asks me to stop playing teh stupid ragno for a while....ok...i obliged....for a min..then i logged on again...into ragno...ok...then he asked me to create a code..i suggested...shaunsucks...obviously he said no...i had expected it anyway...ok...finally we settled on...__ __ __  __ __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crack taht code...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...ok..the istana was.....darn great....its like..there were many chandeliars ...huge one i mean hanging on every part of teh ceiling....so grand...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...well..umm...errr....uhhh...i forgot what i wnated to say...ok...ahh..yess....benjamin owes me 250k which he will return to me on my birthday...(mujst remember taht!!! or else i'll never forgive myself...) i also must get taht oishan to give me zenny....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110051577533858046?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110051577533858046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110051577533858046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110051577533858046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110051577533858046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/oknice-placethe-istana.html' title='ok...nice place....the istana'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110044749607798044</id><published>2004-11-14T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T23:51:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok..dead tired</title><content type='html'>argg...i'm like ...aching all over...because of that freakin swim...weird...i norm swim so long also won't get aches ...now...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i've failed to complete what i intended to do today...my chinese homework...well...think taht i won't be able to do so also tml...since i'm gonna have to...or um..forced by my parents to go to the Istana to watch my sis and cou perform...many mnay many hours....humph...ok...i think that i'll be bored lor...considering that there will only be bands and chinese orchetras playing...each sch around 45 mins...its gonna be a longg afternoon...o.well...what else to do...anyway, i think that even if i'm left at home, i'll probably be reading or whatsoever, not doin my hmwork...so...why not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...well we were stopped by my mum...=( from having supper tonight...='( more sobs...*sigh* o well...never mind, we'll try again...and sth funny 'bout my mum...i think she talks funny...like...time flies....she pronounces it like time fries....lol...then we would like laugh like mad...another one...eleven...she would pronounce it like hi-leven..the e becomes a hi...not in the sense of saying hi! but hi....arggg. i can't seem to explain very well here...ok..i gtg..my father's gonna finish his bath....byeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567616.post-110033614344880648</id><published>2004-11-13T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T16:55:43.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freakin brother of mine...</title><content type='html'>ok..i'll let my sis curse and scream and do whatever nonsense my brother in this first part of the blog entry sice she's so eager to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah..iodit...wasted my time changing out of mui pajamas before going to essoo...went there,,,was like where issit lorz.....and cant find it...in the end... had to but ramen...aniwai...the soupy snack was fantatic ly delicious lol...kept craving for summore lkie thr=ere was accdictive or sumthing...really delicious..i repest..erm..llike sharks fin lol&lt;br /&gt;haiz...so hungry now that i can eat up this laptop..hahz...realyy...no kindding..look munching on it now hahaz....ooops...munched the wire connection...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...connection cutted off...internet connection cutted off....blogging declined.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...so she finished writing or um...typing all that and went to eat ramen which we bought....she chose and i paid...in place of the soupy snack taht we were told by our sicko brother taht it was sold in esso....he's gonna be a gonner...when he comes back form his wushu class....just wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...ok...um..i guess that my sis's blogging skills aren't great...hehe...lots of spelling mistakes even when i waz sittin beside her tellin things like...&lt;br /&gt;Me: your repeat spell until repest&lt;br /&gt;Sis: orrr...'*changes word*&lt;br /&gt;Me: the thing there *points* got extra 't' "&lt;br /&gt;sis: orr...*changes word*&lt;br /&gt;Me: No past tense for 'cut'&lt;br /&gt;sis: orrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..so on and on..nice arr...i'm such a good teacher...&lt;br /&gt;ok..well..now we're both waiting for the ramen to arrive...* aunty..huryy up leh*&lt;br /&gt;And i'm also trying to teach her the art of playing ragnarok...hahah ok..byee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110033614344880648?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110033614344880648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110033614344880648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110033614344880648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110033614344880648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/freakin-brother-of-mine.html' title='freakin brother of mine...'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110025507982838711</id><published>2004-11-12T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:24:39.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ragno...byeee</title><content type='html'>ok..there seems to be sth wrong with my com sound system...is it taht teh sound card had spoit or what...and it seems that i cannot hear music(the obvious) , cannot watch VDCs on laptop( obvious tho i never do such stuff...there's such a thing as a VCD player...and a televisoin...why not use taht instead..it's bigger) and the most unexpected thing was that...I CAN'T PLAY RAGNOOOOO..(not at all obvious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...um..i shall contiinue later..i'm due at my cousin's house RIGHT NOW...&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110025507982838711?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110025507982838711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110025507982838711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110025507982838711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110025507982838711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/ragnobyeee.html' title='ragno...byeee'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110023560837858113</id><published>2004-11-12T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:00:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey man...</title><content type='html'>ok...so lemme tell u the deal...the first one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a)  I help her do ALL 3 of her ENGLISH book reviews...mind you...those book reviews are not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; simple as u think....each has three parts to it...first...10 vocab words, construst a sentence... sencond, a Timeline or something, third, a poem or  a letter to the author or a change in the ending of the story...bleah...its very very difficult....and my poor sis spends all her free time which is not much anyway, cause she has band practice 4 times a week...*pathetic* *sniggers...there's no one to fight with over teh com when she's gone......lol her band practice are normally from 9 to 5...* and she in turn , does my three chinese newspaper cutting which should be damn easy for her since she herself needs to do 5 chi newspaper cutting too which she has already done halfway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he point is...i haven't really started out on my homework yet...except my science that is...and i'm beginning to think that my chinese homework is starting to kind of...a lot...multiply...i dunno...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me, finding the first deal a little unfair, initiated the second deal...&lt;br /&gt;(b) I help her complete one EHGLISH book review...and she helps me find three newspaper cuttings and does one of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...um...the (b) seemsa little less complex...probably because of its little amt of words...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i also have to announce sth...i've acomplished sth i've seldom done before during teh sch hols...i managed NOT to play ragno for one day...!!! hhahahha i guess taht most of u would be going like...-----______-------'''...ok..i understand..well...sortof...i didn't play ragno yesterday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah and i suddenly feel so accomplished...weird feeling...huh...ok...i have choir practice..again and we're most regretably gonna have to learn the scooby doo dance steps...i HATE dancing...&lt;br /&gt;i VERY VERY MUCH HATE  dancing...especially on such a um...childish song...hello....we're in sec sch..and we're gonna have to perform &lt;em&gt;such &lt;/em&gt;a song in VCH!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably be embarassed out of my wits...ok..well...*checkes clock* i still have enough time for....guess what???   a five letter word...  __  __  __  __  __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAGNO...yep..that's absolutely correct...i knew you'll get it...lol..ok...&lt;br /&gt;i'll just play it for 20 mins...then go to ezone to play some other stuff...ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110023560837858113?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110023560837858113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110023560837858113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110023560837858113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110023560837858113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/hey-man.html' title='hey man...'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110018121812641636</id><published>2004-11-11T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T21:53:38.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy  deepavali!!</title><content type='html'>yo ....hi guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...i was out for practically half the day...so much things to do, and yet so little time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;ok...my father suggested going to suntec for the porridge thingy...so, all of us, me , my sis, my bro, father, mother, grandma, grandpa...all went ...so..um...imagine alll&lt;br /&gt;ok...in this point in time, my father comes barging in...sees me sitting like an idiot on the reclining chair...relaxing like um...very shuang like that...then he looks....at teh screen...i was blogging btw...then i quickly minimesed this whole thing...to the MSN..then he thought atht MSn was a blog thingy or sth...oh my gosh...then i was like...um...hellooo....there's this heading there...'MSN messanger' right on top ...-_-'''...ok..then he went down to continue watching s'pore idol...he has openly expressed his views abt hating christopher which i totally agree...then also hating slyvester cause of his long hair which, in my point of view, isn't as long as some of those taiwanese stars...and taht slyvester looks like a girl...um...ok...i don't really liek or hate slyvester...but tonight, i felt that at one part, um...he screeched very high pitchedly(is gthere such a word?)  ok...well contiunu my deepavali at suntec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...sooo.we went to teh place where my parents supposedly thought sold extremely good porridge; taht was pretty reasonable...7.50 per person...a buffet...ok..soo when we got there, we spent around 20 mins looking for the place...ok...later we then found out taht they were not having a porridge buffet or sth liek taht today as it was a public holiday so on and so forth...blah...blah...blahhhhhh...then we also found out teh price...18.00++ per person...ok...my father was like...." bu yong jin lar....since we come already ...blah..blah..." then we were like "huh...so ex...we can buy dunno how many sweets already lar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally, we went in...with my aftehr parting with 121++ dollars which generously forked out...ok...then food there wasn't exactly to my likeing...fried bee hoon...u can get that in coffee shops at jalan leban which is rather near...um...not exactly very near lar...but quite near...ok..takes abt a 5 minute drive?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...then i was like scooping ice-cream..scoop afetr scoop which we put on a  crepe then ate...i um...had a FUN time scooping the ice-cream but not so fun a time eating them...i scopped too much u see...over enthu...ok..then the ice-kachang part..there was an ice making machine...its a wonder how thoses ppl make ice-kachand...i cpundn't seem to make the ice um...stand to form a triangular shape...i um...sad to say, although had a very fun time trying make a decent ice -kachang, didn't really enjoy eating it...um...i still prefer the ready made ones...so i just um...pushed the whole mountain of ice to my father...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..we spent around 3 to 4 hours earting,..though we commented that seoul gardens would have been a more practical and delicious choice...lol&lt;br /&gt;then we went hunting for the chocolate...the place we ate was i think  milenium walk...not suntec...and the place we parked our car was suntec...ok...i'm mixed up...was it the place that we ate lunch suntec...or milenium??/or the other way round...humpr...ok...anyway u prefer it to be then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were hunting around for a type of chocolate taht my sis bought...one  tiny miserable pathetic piece taht was soooo darn delicious..whoa...nice...50cents per piece...ts soo small lor...about 4 of them could fit in my palm...we went hunting...shops to shops...there were about 4 chocolate shops around atht area...ok..so finally we couldn't find taht particular chocolate...=(&lt;br /&gt;Fine...then we went in one of the shops and started picking chocolates...trhe shop name was something liek um..the ultimate sweet shop or something.&lt;br /&gt;mostly, i put in a whole bunch of chocolates, my sis takes some out; then when my bro puts in another bunch of them, she does the dame thing...humpr....the n when she puts in chocolates that she herself  chose, me and my trusty bro took all out...finally, it was my mum who chose teh chocolates...ex man...3.80 per 100g...ok...fine and we tipped the scales at 106g...8 pathetically small pieces of chocolates carefully inspected to perfection by my mom and us...$4.03...&lt;br /&gt;ok...then we squashed back into the car...and drove home...welll we were suppossed to drop by my mother's mother's house(which is my wai po) to pick up some wedding invitations...but teh  it was 6 ++ already...so...too bad...&lt;br /&gt;ok...my sis needs the com...and btw,,we have struck a deal of our homework!!! tell u somemore tml...&lt;br /&gt;byee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110018121812641636?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110018121812641636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110018121812641636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110018121812641636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110018121812641636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-deepavali.html' title='happy  deepavali!!'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110008429361952272</id><published>2004-11-10T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T18:58:13.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scp</title><content type='html'>yo...i just got back from the tea session...or scp or what ever u call it...ok..in case u don't know, scp stands for student councilor peeping.nah...it stands for scholars circle programme or whatsoever..o well...um..HEY...waitasec...i didn't just come back from sch...i came back from my cousin's..ya...that LX again house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...that tea session. as uaual, as i've ALWAYS expected, we ended up kinda late and i think taht one actiivity was cancelled.Not taht i minded that much though. lol.&lt;br /&gt;after i reached home, i immediaely on the com or lap or what ever u call it, then i played...guess what i played???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ragno!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep...ok...i played for no less than 1/2 an hour...then i gelt hungry...so i went down to eat lunch...&lt;br /&gt;ok...in ragno...urg...i saw someone selling a finhelm for 900k only!!! cheappp...then i looked up...i only got 223k...then i Pmed everyone...Oishan, Wl, Ben...My ragno freinds...but tehn only taht ben was online at taht point of time...ok...i thought that he maybe had lots of money, cause oishan should have given him money or zeny liek i did ...ok...i tried my luck...pmed him...ok...i told him taht i needed money urgently...he asked me hpw much i needed...i said a lot...the he said just dsay..tehn i said 600k lor...tehn he omg...omg...all teh way...and blah..blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..so in teh end, i didn;t get a single cent from &lt;em&gt;anyone ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sob&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..nth else to say...xcept that i'm going off for dinner and the virtues of harmony show...and also maybe the double happiness...lol..ok...byeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110008429361952272?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110008429361952272/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>yo...scp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110008333360791421?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110008333360791421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110008333360791421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110008333360791421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110008333360791421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/yoscp.html' title='yo...scp'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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-7567616.post-110000412904763058</id><published>2004-11-09T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T20:42:09.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>princess dairies 2 was soo comicall</title><content type='html'>hahahah...well.. i must say that i'm quite sick of chips and all those movie stuff...um...haha...i didn';t really eat taht much at teh cinema...as i felt rather sick of all taht stuff...urggg...feel like vomiting right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...some really silly conversations in the movie as the lord nicholas...was rushing to the church to mia's wedding it seems...he was um...travelling on a um...bicycle...then he passed a um..farm?? ok...something like that..there was a ...um..farmer??? on a hoese...a brown horse..there were many many sheep around him grazing...on teh field...get teh picture??&lt;br /&gt;*i hope u do*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...TCF was just giving me a lecture about deserting her...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;ok...i know we're kinda in teh wrong but...um...ok..i dunoo what else to say...argggg...we went together...yet now i'm the one who;s getting the little lecture...thank goodness it wasn't face to face confrontation...(i'll be dead...i MEAN dead when she see's this entry...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...continuation from the *scroll* *scroll* second paragraph&lt;br /&gt;lord N : can i have your horse?&lt;br /&gt;farmer *talking on the handphone or sth*: omg...it's lord N!!!&lt;br /&gt;farmer: sure&lt;br /&gt;Lord N: thanks&lt;br /&gt;*gets down the horse...hands it over to lord N*&lt;br /&gt;farmer(after lord n gallops outta sight): how am i supposed to herd sheep with a bicycle...&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;taht WAS funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...that TCF just changed her msn nick....*argggggggggg...ARGGGGG I'M FUMING MAD!!*&lt;br /&gt;U KNOW WHAT SHE CHANGED IT TO??? CHAR, SL, LX....LOOKKKK...&lt;br /&gt;SHE CHANGED IT TO' ----CHEATERS AND LIARS-----'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh...grrrrr...i shan't feel angry over her...calm down....breathe in.... breathe out....relaxxx&lt;br /&gt;ok...the mivie was nice!! and before taht, uncle david sent us there...so...um...we reached there at around um...i dunno at 2+ i guess...amongst the four of us, none of us brought watches...how pathetic...hahah...but at least char brought her hp...ok...first, we went to buy the tickets for the 4pm show...26 bucks altogether...then we went to the neoprint shop thingy...o well went to the sofa machine...hmmm....we looked stupidly into the small little camera and there was a flash..then we decorated it...ok..taht was kinda boring lar..then we went to popular...then we went to teh toilet(am i absolutely lame to state these things...)&lt;br /&gt;Then it was 350++ we hung around somemore...4...we decided to stay somemore...but teh urge was kinda too great so we went inside...ok...the stupid advertisments...argg..i placed my butt on that red chairfor 15 ok...about 10 as we went in late worthless minutes...BAH...nevermind...at least the movie was rather good...well...then when it ended, we went out..ok..LX said taht she felt dizzy...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..then we stopped by 7-eleven to buy a drink....then we went to teh MRt station...we took teh train...ok...at first we...me, LX and SL wanted to or um...intended to get off at AMK..then we decided to stay with Char for one more stop...YCK...then we got off...oooo..the tearful goodbyes...we told her to come again(as usual) on Sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..then i asked my lil sis whether she wanted to take the long way(market...269) or the short way(sheltered part...265)ok...she said the longer way...&lt;br /&gt;i headed towards the market...crossed the overhead bridge...so on..tehn halfway, she asked my a silly question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: huh...the market way arr...&lt;br /&gt;Me: the...&lt;br /&gt;sis: huh... thought the long way?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: yar...the longw ay what...this way lar...&lt;br /&gt;sis: HUH...o...i thought the shelter area.......*voice trails off*&lt;br /&gt;LX: remains weirdly silent...&lt;br /&gt;both of us fall into peals of laughter...hahahahhaah...not funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...we got onto 269...two stops...voila...we'rer home..we crossed the road...jaywalking lol and climed the fleet of stairs...walked straight up...a few metres..and we're home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..end of my day...i 'm blogging as the stupid MOBro said taht we'll have to log off as tehy have to restart the server or something...argggg..so many problems with MObro these days...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;*deep sigh*  *deeper sigh*   *even deeper sigh*   *even more deeper than the deepest sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i gtg...maybe i'll bathe??hmmm...its still too early for that..wait until later...about 845 maybe..&lt;br /&gt;in todays episode of the swimming show...um..i think taht it should be rather nice...the coach's wife got an asthma attack while swimming and falls into a coma....but teh treal exiciting part will come later i guess...when that YiLin joins the seagulls....i seriously HATE that girl..i mean her as in teh show...she is an oh so brilliant actress...to make one hate her to such an extent...ok...bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567616-110000412904763058?l=rscrulez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/feeds/110000412904763058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567616&amp;postID=110000412904763058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110000412904763058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567616/posts/default/110000412904763058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rscrulez.blogspot.com/2004/11/princess-dairies-2-was-soo-comicall.html' title='princess dairies 2 was soo comicall'/><author><name>knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787834536469966799</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>
