<?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-7742490</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:26:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chentinggu! tingzer! tingaling! :DD adorably illogical.</title><subtitle type='html'>Logic, you're not welcome here. OUT.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742490.post-2228103338779498057</id><published>2008-11-09T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:44:53.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant. Abt exams.</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a rant about exams. I know promos are long over, and op is over, but still:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR O'S TO BE OVERRRRRRR!!!!! (so ju and al and vanessa and hannah are free)&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR A'S TO BE OVER!!!!!!!!!!! (so heng min can be free)&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR POLY EXAMS TO BE OVER!!!!!!! (so cass and rach can be free)&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR NUS HIGH EXAMS TO BE OVER!!!!! (so ken can be free wth man must be the only exam that is so oddly timed) (then we can go GYMING)&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR UNI EXAMS TO BE OVER!!!!! (so geraldine can go tuao D:)&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR... GOSH I DONT EVEN NOE WHAT EXAM IT'S CALLED TO BE OVER!!!! (so yi ren can come back from overseas then our gang can go out :D)&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR IB EXAMS TO BE OVER!!!!! (hey chia actually when exactly are they? o-o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now Kim and Kris we can go out :D I don't mind meeting ur gang! Especially Kris' bf! :D Thank God op is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, my op is screwed. I actually stammered and forgot my lines. And gave an EXTREMELY LOUSY ans for aq. And, reminded by my darling group, I "deproved".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kill me now. I was so upset at the teachers, but I think I was more upset at myself, because I have done so much better and I knew I was capable of a better presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we ate lunch, then cheryl, walala i and gabri went to gabri's house, played the wii and xbox until 5+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I learnt how to play Halo!!!! Hohohohohohoho :D Honestly Gabri is an exterminator. or a murderer. yeah that's more appropiate. She thrashed walala flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from Gabri: "ohhhh dead body! :D" [upon seeing a dead body in Halo AND YES THAT EMOTICON WAS NECESSARY]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-2228103338779498057?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2228103338779498057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=2228103338779498057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2228103338779498057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2228103338779498057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/11/rant-abt-exams.html' title='Rant. Abt exams.'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-1932779023056673567</id><published>2008-11-04T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:35:17.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BDAY</title><content type='html'>Totally late birthday post, but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So despite turning a year older, I don't feel any older. Which is why my profile is still stagnated at "almost 15" (gosh i realllllly need to update my profile and links -.-) but God helped me through another year, so that's a good thing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's birthday was totally awesome, as I got everything I wanted and more :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOO GOO DOLLS CD AND BANGLES HURHURHUR from careteam - I LOVE U GALS FOREVA FOR THE CD &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lotsssss of bday messages and well wishes from lots and lots of ppl from 14/08 and church and the og :D I feel so loved&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promised gifts from ju (and a shopping trip aft ur o's :D) and al(YOU CHEAPO I WONT LET U COMBINE IT WITH MY CHRISTMAS GIFT but since i still owe u like your bday pressie frm last year i shall let u off |D)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cake frm my church! :D tho i dint get to eat it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;socks &amp; a pretty box and a pretty card frm zhe chaw :D and eating with us even tho u had to do op urgently :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajay for being strangely and disturbingly hyper yest despite your hockey training o_O those few hours with your lame jokes and odd spasmic shaking due to your sugar high was better (and a hundred times more entertaining) than any material present, honestly. i m NEVAR going to forget it and shall remind you CONSTANTLY&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel for always being the one to org the outings of course :D and the lovely cake! and lighter -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zy for the cake as well! and coming down despite all ur injury and emoooo after that teacher meeting :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebas and tim for taking the time to come down despite op and being your lovely, lame selves :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the turtle wife from gabri and cheryl HAHAHAHAHA and also the virtual bottle of love from cheryl as well :D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jere for the two neopets avatars and hiscores today (not exactly my bday pressie, but oh well im jus gonna put it here anyway) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma for her hongbao &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my parents for their promise of gifts which we will buy once op is OVAR(which i'll ask for a comic book :D) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, when I came home with my birthday cake, my parents were like, "Yay! Tomorrow's breakfast!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7742490-1932779023056673567?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1932779023056673567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=1932779023056673567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/1932779023056673567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/1932779023056673567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/11/bday.html' title='BDAY'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-8280448096476664786</id><published>2008-11-01T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:30:20.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot wait for the Tuao Philippines trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from the noise, away from the mess, and where everything was so nice and slow and PEACEFUL. Not quiet or lonely, but peaceful. It's not that I hate Singapore life, I actually quite love the excitement it brings sometimes, but being there was so soothing. &lt;br /&gt;And doing what God wanted for a whole week with nothing but Him in my mind. Something I find very hard to do when I'm here. School is such a murderously hard place to keep strong.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I come back a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I live long enough to retire, I would definitely go some place away from the rushed life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't, well, no loss there anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-8280448096476664786?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8280448096476664786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=8280448096476664786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/8280448096476664786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/8280448096476664786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cannot-wait-for-tuao-philippines-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-8415810792951672351</id><published>2008-10-24T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:29:38.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROMOTED</title><content type='html'>I HAVE BEEN PROMOTED. &lt;strong&gt;PROMOTED&lt;/strong&gt; WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mum said, by the skin of my teeth. But considering the fact that, skin has no teeth, I hereby find it more appropiate to say that I passed by the skin of my eyelids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-8415810792951672351?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8415810792951672351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=8415810792951672351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/8415810792951672351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/8415810792951672351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/10/promoted.html' title='PROMOTED'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-2907106869055096101</id><published>2008-10-07T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:46:14.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY. A POST IN ONE MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i finally decided to do yizhen's thang. harharhar&lt;br /&gt;1) The person who tagged:&lt;br /&gt;yizen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your relationship with him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;AJ Classmate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Your five impressions of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;1. SOCUTE&lt;br /&gt;2. sotong blur&lt;br /&gt;3. hilarious&lt;br /&gt;4. Lameo&lt;br /&gt;5. weight obsessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The most memorable thing he/she had done for you:&lt;br /&gt;told me funny stories! of what i cant remember HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The most memorable thing he/she had said to you:&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAAH I'M SO FAT" cos u say it at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If he/she becomes your lover, you will:&lt;br /&gt;turn into a male first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If he/she become your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be:&lt;br /&gt;her fringe. AHAHAHHAH JUST KIDDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If he/she become your enemy, you will:&lt;br /&gt;er i hope that wont happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;i insulted jay chou or turned him gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;Hugs! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Your overall impression of him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;Girly and sweet. Voice aside, you will make a good and caring wife for whoever who comes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yippee! it's done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And woooo i almost lost my temper today. But there's this thing i have against comparison. All my life, i have been exposed to it, whether from the family or teachers or friends(but usually not so much) but yet i still cannot stand it. Maybe it's because i have been exposed so long is why i cannot stand it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing i know, whether it was done out of bad or good intention, is that it hurts. when i was young, i did not know what good qualities i had, but i did not know what bad qualities i had either. i didnt feel any pride, but i didnt feel any low self esteem either. I was content pretty much until it was pointed out that my bro was academically superior to me. all of a sudden, in that moment, i became stupid, even tho for the past six years of my life i had not thought myself as such.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i had needed to know that i was lazy, so i would be hardworking, but i did not need to know something that would lower my worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likewise, i dont mind being told that my attitude needs to be improved, but what i do mind is being compared to others and have the worth of my work lowered, when i have put in my best.i have no need for discouragement, and that what i am doing is inferior to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, keep my temper checked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-2907106869055096101?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2907106869055096101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=2907106869055096101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2907106869055096101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2907106869055096101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag.html' title='Tag!'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-2523513315103512130</id><published>2008-08-30T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:21:36.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHH I AM SO SUAY TODAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the suckiest things about going to AJC is that coming back takes a long time. but on normal days, i don't usually mind, cos' i get to spend that time stoning.&lt;br /&gt;But today was the day that I DID MIND. DREADFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;By the time me and Sandy reached New Town, all the teachers left for their lunch already. And all of us, the JC ppl, were left stranded in front of the darned school, with it's repainted bright green railings. I couuldn't even go back to HPPS, cos like it would be uber late, and cos SOMEBODY didnt, or didnt KNOW how to pack their bags. so i decided to go to mrs. kao's house and say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went out. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked home. which is like a 4 bus stop journey. but i stopped caring. I wanted to go out with kim and kris, but AHHHHHH when i reached home i was so tired i just nodded off and woke up at like 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet my horoscope says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, all circumstances will be against you. The clouds will gather together above your head and rain urine upon on you. After that, you will step in freshly pooed dog poo from a rabid dog, and a plant will grow on your head from alll that fertiliser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-2523513315103512130?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2523513315103512130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=2523513315103512130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2523513315103512130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2523513315103512130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahhhhhhhh-i-am-so-suay-today-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-7970006271928901731</id><published>2008-08-25T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:16:23.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From this day on till the end of the week, thereby ends my stalking antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who I told will know what I am talking about, HAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so anyway, I spent this weekend looking and listening to rock bands, and looking at hot guys from rock bands. And for some reason, I ended up looking at baby names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And [quoting lichu] horror of horrors, I encountered something EXTREMELY DISTURBING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keefe (Irish Gaelic) "cherished, handsome"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;okay, for those who don't know, my sec sch Biochem teacher goes by the name of Keefe Chan Leong Teck, and according to many of my friends' accounts, he post half naked pictures of himself online on Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, he is not hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after looking at all the guys, I have decided to name my future son Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;Cos all the Johnny guys are so hottttttttttt :D and because my friend's name is also Johney. And she rocks. So therefore i shall name my son Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall end off with Liying's sick joke that has PLAGUED my mind for months. Cos' looking past the sickness, it's actually quite ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Don't talk cock lah you&lt;br /&gt;Liying: Excuse me, if cocks can talk, breasts can sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHA AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I CANT STOP THINKING ABT IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-7970006271928901731?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7970006271928901731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=7970006271928901731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/7970006271928901731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/7970006271928901731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-this-day-on-till-end-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-7319247751027786952</id><published>2008-08-16T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:47:37.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like hearing people talk to me. Sharing with me. It is so nice to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a comfort to listen, without having to say anything funny or witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I this rather bad trait in me, is that I refuse to share anything that is hurtful or shameful about myself until the other person does so. Chenting, you ought to have initiative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there will always be this fear of being exposed. Nobody likes that now, do they? But I have tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;hearts; my careteam. Cass, thanks for sharing with me after I shared with you. (I ought to tellyou guys my blog hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I hope that if any of you guys (especially Kim, Kris, Yizhen, Ben who seem kinda down lately. and rach. you can UPDATE me later on ur whatever whatever :D) who face a problem, I will listen to you for hours on end. (but preferably at night, when my mum doesn't know that i'm calling anyone, hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair too! &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-7319247751027786952?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7319247751027786952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=7319247751027786952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/7319247751027786952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/7319247751027786952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-like-hearing-people-talk-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-5854671643696218144</id><published>2008-08-12T19:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:09:44.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to change the title of my blog so it can be the exact opposite of Rachel's one, cos' I feel that way about life recently.&lt;br /&gt;And no, please don't call it emo. That word is such a horribly trivializing way of describing emotions. Just call it a difficult phase that I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm so proud of is, I can still smile and laugh and find things to talk crap about. Just not as well as I could in the beginning of the year, when everything was happy and crazzzzzzy and SECURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. I need to do something retarded, something to let loose. Preferably with my cousins.  &lt;br /&gt;I miss my cousins and their stupid antics, like playing DDR with weights strapped onto their legs. &lt;br /&gt;Coming up with all sorts of stupid pranks we can play on other people like taking our oily blotters and sticking it to them. &lt;br /&gt;And GYMING. &lt;br /&gt;And them wobbling my fats. &lt;br /&gt;And watching anime and swooning over the hotness of all the girls and them conveniently forgetting that i'm a girl(&lt;strong&gt;SEE IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT I HAVE NO TASTE IN GUYS LOOKS&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Or Rachel. Let's conveniently get lost in Orchard Road again. Then there'll be two crazy idiots running up and down Orchard Road going, "IT'S THIS WAY" "NO IT'S THAT WAY" "NO IT'S THIS WAY oh wait yea it's that way HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;Or just studying with sm, pam and helen again, like in pae. hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wobbling yizen's fats, pressing erika's pimples, teasing carine's ginormous appetite, crapping with cheryl gabri liying and wimala during pw, and talking nonsense with mschan during lit with ben yizen lichu kalidas ("&lt;strong&gt;ALAMAKAAAAAA&lt;/strong&gt;!!!" soooo priceless) shihui and syafiq and doing retarded things with johnney and rachael and carissa in sch, talking crap about judith(er not the church one) with those who KNOW and my turtle the Voodoo Doll (quote mrhue) is good too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're right. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm being overly paranoid, or greedy. &lt;br /&gt;But I can't put it here. This is a public blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you're so happy, that everything has turned out well for you. And today I know you got the grade you wanted. I'm glad your life turned out really well even though mine is getting a little shaky. Can one grow in a pit, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;I hope your happiness lasts for a long, long time. &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad there's someone who will talk to me and listen to me whenever I know I need it. To trust and be trusted. &lt;br /&gt;Now I've got to do that with God, yeah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church friends are certainly soooooo comforting. AND TO CHIALYNN AHHHHHH I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T GO OUT WITH YOU THAT DAY DDD: was feelin kind of down and i didn't want my mood to spread D: &lt;br /&gt;Haha the real Judith, Joanne, Hanny (for that super big hug hahhaa) Irvin, Geraldine and Al, and probably many more who are praying for me, you guys rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not reading this, but thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Kim! hope you break out of your mood soon too :) and kris. er. it's good you can find comfort in luzhi's arms, HAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-5854671643696218144?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5854671643696218144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=5854671643696218144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/5854671643696218144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/5854671643696218144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-decided-to-change-title-of-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-5538480127846431366</id><published>2008-08-08T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:04:44.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cartel is becoming a place filled with very nice memories. And lame ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are such &lt;3. Sunday practices too. And PW group meetings (online or at Cheryl's house). Careteams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, somebody, something, just kill me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt like running away so much so until I've come to JC life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the courage I had in secondary school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why computer addicts remain as computer addicts, and the wonderful appeal of fantasy fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only reality consisted of Cartel, PW group meetings, careteam, and Sunday practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be my heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-5538480127846431366?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5538480127846431366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=5538480127846431366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/5538480127846431366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/5538480127846431366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/cartel-is-becoming-place-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-3546315396289994448</id><published>2008-08-04T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:42:58.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I just found out AJ used to have hot guys. Well, a hot guy, anyway. I like his speaking voice :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Mass Civics was AWESOME today :D Rock band! Choir! Drums! mmmmmmm. We ought to have more of these singing performances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I wrote a poem a long time ago and I wanted to share it. I even wrote a mini analysis for it hahaha |D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see someone laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you laugh along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does something silly, stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do something ridiculous, retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells you something funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you sense his joy, his mirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You can almost taste it, you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really know him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His good and his bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, yet, yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You accept him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you love his good more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so much more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than his bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you fall hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, yet, yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cling on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you see him crying (why do you cry?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend two long hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when you really, really, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be studying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cheer him up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you see him crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bare your heart to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of him. (Help me, Father, please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you don’t want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose him. (Let him open up to me, I beg of you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bares his heart to you (more than naked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you to him (our hearts on silver platters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you feel Joy. (they taste wonderful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trust him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he trusts you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave his only son to die for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is by Choice; by Sacrifice. (Amen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of free verse, as you can see. It allows me to express different emotions, and in this case here, the first verse starts out as very lengthy, very complicated, but towards the end the number of lines get shorter and simpler. For me that was how I felt love was like at first; it seems so complicated, seems like so many things, so many conditions, then afterwards once you experience it it just hits you in the face and it became all so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah! hope you like it :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet my secondary school friends. I want to talk on the phone with my friends, not secretly blog and tag every single time cos i dont want my mum to find out. I want to go out and enjoy myself. Watch fireworks. go to the garden festival. or just talk. find out what is happening in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just seriously. Crud. If only my results didn't suck. hahaha 70% failures. 4u2d. &lt;br /&gt;i still think abt it, sometimes. and the 70% failures doesn't make me very relieved. it just makes me really sad. &lt;br /&gt;AJ 08 batch. You're so fun, but we reaalllly gotta buck up.&lt;br /&gt;Benj! cheer up too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-3546315396289994448?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3546315396289994448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=3546315396289994448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/3546315396289994448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/3546315396289994448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-i-just-found-out-aj-used-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-493805786717797178</id><published>2008-08-01T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:49:39.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with Erika, Yizhen and ah ben today! :D&lt;br /&gt;Even tho i dont have my best friends in AJ, at least i have good friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I HAVE to relate this incident. SO RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway Jeremy and Kenneth and Yizhen and Erika went to watch dark knight yesterday, and yizhen being yizhen went to choose the couple seat instead of the normal seat. So throughout the whole movie, Kenneth and Jeremy sat together and yizennn and erika sat together. So when Erika and yizenn went out to go to the toilet, they saw kenneth and jeremy sitting on the couple seat, looking like 2 very, very conspicuous gays sharing popcorn and coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth: Wah dunno who go and choose the couple seat ah&lt;br /&gt;Yizennnn: Eh don't complain okay. I know you all were super happy sharing coke and popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth: Yah especially when you all go to the toilet, then i was suuuuuuuuper happy i was like SONG BO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA I WISH I WAS THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if any of you guys post abt judith (er not the church one hahaha) or write on the council board, i will personally grill you alive, or record my "xiao ding dong" (quote yizenn)laughter and put it into a stuffed toy so you will get a heart attack when you listen to it and enter a coma and you'll become a vegetable and I'll visit you EVERYDAY to laugh my xiao ding dong laughter. And for yi zhen i will squeeze your love handles twice as much. and TICKLE you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to benj&lt;/strong&gt;: my posts are never cheem lor. grass is blue, sky is pink, and goldfish are silver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-493805786717797178?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/493805786717797178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=493805786717797178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/493805786717797178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/493805786717797178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/went-out-with-erika-yizhen-and-ah-ben.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-8750091785358051949</id><published>2008-07-27T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:23:47.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLARRGHHhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an unsettling week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of emo posts! My blog is so overloaded with emo it's going to explode with emo pus oozing out of its sides. ooooooooozzzzzeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway highlight of today was the tuao trip briefing. I'm liking the look of this group, and I think it'll be insanely fun. Downside is... WHY AM I SOPRANO???? I SOUND LIKE A MAAAAAAAAN. benj would be better as a soprano hahahahhahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best of all. I learnt a filipino word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURA. MURA MURA MURA MURA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it means "cheap".&lt;br /&gt;So for the next few days if i am pissed off with any of you you'll be hearing me calling you MURA MURA MURA MURA over and over again. especially if its in terms of money matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'm gonna use it on Carissa Castro, cos she is Filipino and she understands filipino, hohohoohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Gonna turn this into a cheer uppy post for kim and kris! So i gotta stop emoing myself! COME LET ME TRANSFER MY SUGAR HIGH TO YOU!!!!! HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Failing doesn't mean you're stupid. I just realised that myself. SO YOU'RE NOT OKAYYYY??? it just means we have to work really hard hahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get long socks, so i can roll them down and pull them up. I've got to "pull up my socks", geddit? :DDDDDD which is why we gotta stop wearing ankle socks cos theres nothing to pull up HAHAHHAHHAHHAAHHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i think im going spastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-8750091785358051949?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8750091785358051949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=8750091785358051949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/8750091785358051949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/8750091785358051949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/07/blarrghhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-6425312806862205114</id><published>2008-07-10T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:34:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just read about wefeelfine.org in broader perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;This website is about human feelings, discussing the "why do we feel like this?" question by getting examples of sentences from people's blogs. A few pieces of sometimes abstract artwork is used to depict the emotions of the many thousands of people across cyberspace. It's pretty interesting how many Singaporeans are EMOOOOOOOOO despite our comfortable lifestyle. and i only feel emo when i have a reason to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They search for sentences that has the word "feel" and "feeling" in them. &lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LOST.I FEEL HAPPY.I FEEL POPPY HOPPY.I FEEL DISAPPOINTED. I FEEL SAD. I FEEL RESIGNED. I FEEL RESOLVED. I FEEL LAZY. I FEEL CONFUSED. I FEEL AMUSED. I FEEL ARGUMENTATIVE. I FEEL CLUTTERED. I FEEL... HUMAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with feeling sad and happy at the same time. I used to be happy all the time, once. I've turned too greedy, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything. Is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something from the website:&lt;br /&gt;Gender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;950,367&lt;br /&gt;FEELINGS  from 1,198,808&lt;br /&gt;UNIQUE WOMEN  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;667,260&lt;br /&gt;FEELINGS  from 326,098&lt;br /&gt;UNIQUE MEN  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are so mechanic. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and somethings that happened in class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiChu: AAAAAH I can't wait for this day to be over! &lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't wait for this week to be over!&lt;br /&gt;LiChu: I can't wait for these two weeks to be over!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't wait for this YEAR to be over!&lt;br /&gt;LiChu: I can't wait for these TWO YEARS to be over!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lichu: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of JC is taking its toll on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something else seriously lame and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in GP class, and the topic is: "Does money play an important role in sports?"&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy goes up to present his essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: As the saying goes, "Money makes the world go round..."&lt;br /&gt;Li Ying: *BUTT IN* The world is already round whaaaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LI YING IS SO LAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-6425312806862205114?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6425312806862205114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=6425312806862205114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/6425312806862205114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/6425312806862205114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-read-about-wefeelfine.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-3413588718024976960</id><published>2008-07-04T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T01:42:53.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just lost my sense of direction. Uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a field now. There is grass, some are brown, some are green. Other than that, there are bald patches everywhere. Like an old, balding man who needs Beijing 101.&lt;br /&gt;A storm is coming. You can smell the rain and see the lightning. &lt;br /&gt;Where does one find shelter in a field?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be nice to be an ostrich. I shall bury my head in the ground. I hear not, touch not, feel not, see not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or shall I shrink? To become an ant? If I shrink, I can hide under a blade of grass.&lt;br /&gt;(But I could drown when the rain pours. Why didn't I think of that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than ever, I wish I could be an umbrella. I am the shield, not the shielded. I am the protector. I do not need to be protected. &lt;br /&gt;(I'm relying too much on you already. I want to be there for you, not the other way around. Look at yourself, you silly. You're tired. You should be concentrating on your studies, and not worrying about me, and others. But it shows you're maturing. I'm so proud of you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright red umbrella, in a middle of a field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Chenting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where shall I go after that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-3413588718024976960?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3413588718024976960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=3413588718024976960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/3413588718024976960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/3413588718024976960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-lost-my-sense-of-direction.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-8975176291679158574</id><published>2008-06-23T09:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:46:45.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Opportunity cost of not studying economics - zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the amt of notes is far too much for anybody to consume ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, in a few hours, I will be suffering from economical seizures.&lt;br /&gt;Choked to death by demand of air and the lack of supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I want to &lt;em&gt;vomit&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-8975176291679158574?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8975176291679158574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=8975176291679158574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/8975176291679158574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/8975176291679158574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/opportunity-cost-of-not-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-4909109464340116228</id><published>2008-06-15T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:27:01.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from Church camp :D and i bought all sorts of wooden weapons! :D er, not very church-y, but it was cool. we did a video on the last night, and i'll post pictures and videos of our retardness later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT FIRST OFF, the quiz tagged by kimmy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A] People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp; replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B] Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be ?&lt;br /&gt;Er, when i get a lover first, then maybe i'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;I AM a dream come true. Dreams cant have dreams, can they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. What will your dream wedding be like ?&lt;br /&gt;Look at above qn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you ?&lt;br /&gt;like duh. which explains why i crash into lampposts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. What's your ideal lover like ?&lt;br /&gt;God-loving and FUNNY. and preferably the same sanity level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a loss for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. How long do you intend to wait for someone u really love ?&lt;br /&gt;...I can't even wait for a person for 5 minutes while he or she goes to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do ?&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't even like him in the first place. THOU SHALL NOT COVET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But there are lots of things that make me happy, so I'll focus on that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. What do you want most in life ?&lt;br /&gt;Inner joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11. Is being tagged fun ?&lt;br /&gt;NO. Because Kim tagged me, hahahahahaha |D now if the actor for prince caspian tagged me... now THAT will be a different thing altogether, hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12. How do you see yourself in forty years time ?&lt;br /&gt;I see myself on a rocking chair, surrounded by cats and choking to death on my own laughter as a cat chokes on its own hairball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13. Who is the current most important person to you ?&lt;br /&gt;Person? Well, for ppl, there's too many. But for spiritual entities, that'll be God :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is ?&lt;br /&gt;A jaywalker. (But funny, laughs a lot, pleasant, sociable, nice to be around with. But overall, a jaywalker.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15. Would you rather be single &amp; rich or married but poor ?&lt;br /&gt;Married but poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16. If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;A cockatoo! :DDDD Then I'll teach it to say: "Chenting, you're so awesome! Chenting, you're so awesome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17. What are one of those things which you would prefer not to do ?&lt;br /&gt;Studying. End of answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18. What kind of person do u think u are ?&lt;br /&gt;I believe everybody agrees on "crazy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19. What do you define as a bad day ?&lt;br /&gt;Arguing with my parents or having a lousy time with my friends or doing badly in many tests or stepping in dog poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20. If you have to choose between love (as in boy-girl relationships) and &lt;br /&gt;friendships, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? So friendships are not really love???? -.- But honestly. I'll choose friendships. Spending time with only one person forever can get boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone who feels like doing it. OKAY, NOW WE SHALL MOVE ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELAKA! okay, this was on the 3rd day, when we had the Amazing gRace. We had to move from station to station, but technically it wasn't really a race because we stopped to take pictures and instead of heading straight to the last station at the hotel we went to eat chendol and shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, finally, i believe this is my first post with photos! Drumroll, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melaka:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0153.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0153.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a straight road, but because of my elite/lousy photo taking skills, it looks like it's going uphill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0154-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0154-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i only took this picture because of the Beetle car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0155.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0155.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must walk the road that is straight and narrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0156.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A temple. And a man. An old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0158.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0158.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to the foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0159.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0159.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My devotion group. my dad is the fat grinning dude in white on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0161.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0161.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trishaw/wheely thingy! :D I didn't get to ride it though ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ Church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0160.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0160.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0162.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0164.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0164.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is seriously picturesque. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0163.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0163.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trishaw/wheelythingy up close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0164.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0164.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0165.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0165.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more picturesque scenes of christ church. it's like the botanical gardens in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water wheel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0168.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0168.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0167.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0167.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the 2 pictures look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the chendol shop! :D It was gooooood. And it had LOTS of antiques. it was a museum in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0170.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0170.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0171.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0171.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0172.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the youth in my devo group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0174.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0174.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE AWESOME ANITQUES IN THE SHOP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0175.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0175.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ancient iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0178.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ancient iron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0177.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0177.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ancient fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0180.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ancient typewriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0181.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in my personal opinion, the coolest ancient object, an ancient weighing scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0182.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0182.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0183.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0184.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0184.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENDOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0186.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine and a bit of tricia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a geraldine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0188.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another geraldine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0191.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0191.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE! (you cant see her face tho hahaha) and a tricia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0192.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0192.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace "drinking" water. Geraldine took it from the side, so it looked like she was drinking pee hurhurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0193.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0193.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like i'm too hot to stand next to you so you can stand over there while i stand over here"&lt;br /&gt;But HONESTLY the bride was WAYYYYY prettier than the groom. gosh standards have fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0194.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0194.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old letterbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0195.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0195.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULDN'T RESIST THE TRUCK LOOKED LIKE THE MAGIC SCHOOL BUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT, was the Amazing gRace. I shall post pictures and videos of the last night on a different post. But a sneak peek into what we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0196.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/IMG_0196.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-4909109464340116228?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4909109464340116228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=4909109464340116228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/4909109464340116228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/4909109464340116228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-came-back-from-church-camp-d-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-6479842820683955792</id><published>2008-05-21T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:55:32.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PSSST. I'm supposed to be studying my chinese. But I don't want to, cos like SERIOUSLY, HOW THE HECK DO YOU STUDY CHINESE????&lt;br /&gt; And my minndd just imploded from doing pw. If you look closely, all that's left is a black whole, that swallows up rubbish whole.&lt;br /&gt; And i keep on sneezing. And i dont even feel like BEING FUNNY. or lame. or bimbo. GAH WHADDA AM I DOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MIND IS THE UNIVERSE. MY EYES ARE THE STARS. BUT MY MIND IS A BLACK HOLE. SO THERE ARE NO STARS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have emmpty eyes now. like glass. i am a puppet. a vegetable. a cover, for empty space. &lt;br /&gt;Some day, my body is going to collapse into itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I came up with a poem. It popped into my mind when i stepped on ants at the bus stop, and all of a sudden the steady stream of ants suddenly turned into one big chaotic mass of ants swirling and twirling about. and oh, not forgettin the china quake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, minding my own business/&lt;br /&gt;When the earth, it grates/&lt;br /&gt;The colossal cast. It stomps/&lt;br /&gt;Die, my friends. Die! Die! oh, how they die without pomp/&lt;br /&gt;Or party, or pleasure./&lt;br /&gt;My God, my God, is this all for leisure?/&lt;br /&gt;You give me sugar. and sweets./&lt;br /&gt;And finally sleep, sleep, sleep./&lt;br /&gt;But. My Lord. You, you gave me life/&lt;br /&gt;So I surrender myself unto you./&lt;br /&gt;Stand up/&lt;br /&gt;Lift your cast/&lt;br /&gt;Stomp down/&lt;br /&gt;Crush me whole./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how odd i find more time to blog nearing the exams, but not on oridinary sch days. hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-6479842820683955792?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6479842820683955792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=6479842820683955792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/6479842820683955792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/6479842820683955792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/pssst.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-2490504539597589961</id><published>2008-05-19T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:13:04.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STAJEWORKS</title><content type='html'>The SYF results are coming out this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that we get SYF Gold with Honours, because the performance the actresses and ensemble put up was definitely worth Gold with Honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, ahem, not to mention the "Shadow Girls". Until i joined stage, i have never realised how insanely mentally draining backstage can be. Kudos to Krystle, Sofia, Wango, Vitt and Iris. You guys did the crossfades and openings and closings with such emotion. Who knew that backstage would involve emotion, seriously. Especially to Krystle and Sofia, who told me the cues and cue no.s during rehearsal and the performance itself, so I wouldn't need to strain my eyes to look at Pat. We created MAGIC together :D &lt;br /&gt;And most kudos to Jane, who oversaw everything backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think what blew me away the most was the emotion the ensemble and the actresses displayed. I asked one of the AJCians how was the ACJC performance, and how was AJ's performance. Expecting him to say something really good about ACJC, I wasn't surprised when he said that it was "really funny".&lt;br /&gt;Which was why, when he said, "But towards the end, i fell asleep leh" made me reaaaally happy. And though he didn't understand a single thing that was going on during AJ's play, the emotion and the professional acting - professional everything, actually - he did not fall asleep. Not once. And this is an AJCian, who are not really known for their appreciation for the arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says something about the vast difference in the quality, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if we don't get SYF Gold with Honours, it doesn't matter, because we know that we have managed to touch people with our play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that I believe, is the point of a play in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am SOOOOOOOOO thankful that i made my own choice to go to AJC instead of listening to my parents and headed to ACJC instead. For the first time in my life, i feel absolutely assured that i made the right choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-2490504539597589961?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2490504539597589961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=2490504539597589961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2490504539597589961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2490504539597589961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/stajeworks.html' title='STAJEWORKS'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-930461433382547094</id><published>2008-05-05T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:40:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I weren't so weak. Physically, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember wanting to run all of 2.4km, but I cannot. If lack of sleep is a deciding factor, why is it that so many can finish it? And I train 3 times a week, why is it not enough?&lt;br /&gt;I remember wanting to finish all of my work, but I cannot. Which is why I'm going to keep this post short, so I can do all I can.&lt;br /&gt;I remember wanting to NOT fall sick, but I wake up with a cold and flu and such lethargy I just wanna fall back to sleep and not go for drama and the GPP meeting and the GPP meeting tomorrow. But I manage it anyway, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, tired and sniffling as ever despite sleeping for 12 hours non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resilience workshop is rubbish. Mental willpower is not always the deciding factor to who pulls through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. Time to get down to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-930461433382547094?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/930461433382547094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=930461433382547094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/930461433382547094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/930461433382547094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-i-wish-i-werent-so-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-993432499154591151</id><published>2008-04-27T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:44:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u r not fat</title><content type='html'>YOU R NOT FAT&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it any longer. &lt;br /&gt;Hardly anybody in AJ is fat, that's why you guys think that you yourselves are fat.&lt;br /&gt;And not just AJ, HONESTLY.&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL DO AN AFFIRMATION. even to ppl who dunt even have my blog, hahahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin, YOU ARE NOT FAT. SO SHUDDUP OR I WILL COME UP WITH SO MANY NOUNS TO DESCRIBE FAT THAT YOU WILL BE SORRY FOR EVER CALLING YOURSELF FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is Yi Zhen and Erika and Carine and Cheryl and Judith and Kimberley(YOUR THIGHS ARE NOT FAT, SERIOUSLY). Now the sec 1 Jingwen is fat. THAT, IS FAT. NOT YOU. and do you wanna look like jason? EW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kris, YOU ARE NOT SHORT. Do you REALLY want to be 160+? Jason is like barely 170! Can you imagine how hard it'd be to get a bf? AND IMAGINE THE PAINS YOU FACE WHEN YOU GO ON THE MRT. YOU'LL BE WHACKED CONSTANTLY BY THOSE HAND THINGIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Al, you are not stupid. Just a little silly, that's all |D Also, "a little madness now and then, is relished by the wisest men". (quote willy wonka) IF YOU ARE NOT SILLY THEN YOU ARE NOT AL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Vidya, there be NOTHING wrong with failing. It doesn't necessarily make you a failure. if failing defined who are failures and stuff, I obviously am a failure (i got an 18% for my maths test HAHAHAHHAHA) look, there be ppl who fail worse than you 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chialynn, stop comparing your looks to the whites and compare them to the chinks. then you will feel SOOOO much better abt your looks. HONESTLY. just thank God that you're not hideously deformed with an extra leg or something.&lt;br /&gt;Though it'd be REALLY cool if you did have an extra leg tho, HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll shuddup now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: i almost posted this on my GP blog. D: that was terrifying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-993432499154591151?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/993432499154591151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=993432499154591151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/993432499154591151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/993432499154591151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/04/u-r-not-fat.html' title='u r not fat'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-2194439505562039298</id><published>2008-04-11T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:19:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the past few days, I have just realised I do not regret choosing AJ at all, despite many people saying OH IT BE A MUGGER SCHOOL and GOSH AJ BE BORING and THEIR UNIFORM SUCKS. Well, actually, AJ IS a mugger school. Most of the time. Well, depends on the people you mix with. And I happened to mix with the people who severly dislike mugging, so yeahhhh. And it CAN be boring. And yes, I absolutely agree that the uniform sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, why is it that despite all of this, I still enjoy it anyway? And at the same time, why do people love SAJC anyway? Yes, it is fun, but some of my friends say that SAJC is not exactly a place that is very conducive and good for studying. Frankly speaking, if I had gone there, I might have died from brain rot from not studying. And despite all this, PEOPLE LOVE SA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a matter of perspective, my dears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The schools you go to are kind of like people, don't you think? In the case of AJ, the school is kind of like a person who looks absolutely hideous on the outside but can be extremely fun and interesting at times. But only if you bother to get to know it. And yes, it can occasionally be boring, but because you love the fun, NICE(which certain NTSS people are in DIRE need of) warm-loving friendly side, you're willing to put up with it's boring, slightly stoned emo state and poor fashion sense. And after a while, all it's seemingly bad attributes become a sort of familiarity you can look forward too, or in the case of bad fashion sense, something to make an opportunity of. For example, our uniform MIGHT get revamped if we give a good proposal, and they might be having a uniform designing committee. Maybe through this, some budding uniform fashion designer might emerge, and the guy might go on to greater heights by designing uniforms (Didi and Dada, anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are absolutely no show offy snobbish people who take delight in flaunting their wealth as some people are warrant to do in ACJC. Not all, mind you, but definitely there would be some in ACJC. And I would rather take on boring rather than snobbish. Because boring people at least have the potential to be interesting, but snobbism seems to be an innate character trait. I would give evidence or something, but I lack the proper articles or something. But seriously, I've seen many boring people become more interesting and funny but rarely have I seen snobbish people become humble. Interesting people can be formed by exposure, but being snobby is, like I've said, an innate character trait and can only be changed when something drastic happens. No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I know more people in JC than I do in secondary school. And though it is less exciting, I think I would rather play piano or sing horribly with my friends to lousy pop songs then see a guy being dragged off by 3 guys because he just tried to strangle a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the good side of AJ more than the bad side, people :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-2194439505562039298?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2194439505562039298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=2194439505562039298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2194439505562039298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2194439505562039298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-past-few-days-i-have-just-realised-i.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-2586398083811962193</id><published>2008-04-07T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:49:56.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schoolzzzz</title><content type='html'>I know this is going to sound weird, but I actually enjoy going to school.&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT HOW CAN YOU LIKE GOING TO SCHOOL IT BE TIRING AND IT DRAINETH YOUR BRAIN AND YOUR MIND AND YOUR SOULLLLLL" is what you may say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, aside from the lessons and the whatnot, meeting friends and complaining about work and talking about rubbish and making lame jokes together is just so... I don't know, makes up for all the headache-inducing lectures. &lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I remember I was sick and OOOOHHHH even though I hardly did any work, I still felt so EXHAUSTED. But I go to school feeling oh so dead and yes, i do come out feeling equally dead but my mood is infinitely lighter. And invigorated. And REJUVENATED. It sounds like I'm exaggerating, but it is just that much fun to talk with friends you'll probably never meet if school did not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead and rejuvenated. At first glance, it may seem like an oxymoron, but it is not. It just refers to 2 different things, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHO WAS THE ONE WHO SAID ANDERSON JC IS A MUGGING COLLEGE???? I WENT THERE SO I COULD BE INFLUENCED TO MUG BUT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I DO MATHS LIKE ONCE A WEEK NOW COMPARED TO NTSS WHEN WE DID MATHS EVERY SINGLE DAY. i need to make friends with some muggers desperately before my maths falls too deep to pick itself up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-2586398083811962193?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2586398083811962193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=2586398083811962193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2586398083811962193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2586398083811962193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/04/schoolzzzz.html' title='Schoolzzzz'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-1339996213511342770</id><published>2008-03-23T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:43:18.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gurghhhhh</title><content type='html'>Oh how time flies. Like a pretty bird, before it gets hit by a rampaging bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAVE I DONE WITH MY MARCH HOLIDAYS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO much stuff to update. Hey chialynn your email is probably light years away so this might be the last time you might see on my blog, hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. The IHDC on the 29 of Feb was FABULOUS. Though there werent alot of ppl, at least i had supporters, hahahahha. But i think my reputation is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, there's this part where i have to storm out of the toilet, because i was eavesdropping on a conversation and i was so pissed off i didnt pee, thus i was not supposed to flush and i was not supposed to wash my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i storm out of the "toilet" in a violent rage, and the scene is supposed to be a serious, tense one, cos I'm ANGRY. but oh no, everbody starts laughing. you know why? cos some idiot shouts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You forgot to flush the toilet! (Or you forgot to wash your hands, cant remember)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOHHHHhHH how i wanna choke him. But it did make for a funny moment so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i won best actress, hahahaha. But the downside is that anybody who watched the performance start laughing crazily when they meet me in a lousy attempt to imitate my maddened laughter. THEY FAIL HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i feeeeel tired. Bone tired. Like sometimes i am concentrating so hard to not lose my hyperness at the end of the day i develop a headache. And i start rambling.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont even realise i'm rambling until the next day when i am rested and i read the smses i send to my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Chu (SHE LOOKS LIKE CHICKEN LITTLE HAHAHHAHA SERIOUSLY) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U sounded mad hahaha. V obvious ur brain entering into slumber mode. *plus rest of sms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which i replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol really how come i couldnt tell Hahaha how does one tell that one is psycho hmmmm who knows but yes good night heeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaAAAACKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I think i need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-1339996213511342770?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1339996213511342770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=1339996213511342770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/1339996213511342770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/1339996213511342770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/03/gurghhhhh.html' title='gurghhhhh'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-8526915461519467110</id><published>2008-03-06T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:20:01.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANIMALS</title><content type='html'>lalalala i dont feel like blogging BUT im doing so anyway. lemme start with a question today; what is inhumanity? Is it the lack of human emotions or is it simply being not human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I read in a manga Wild Adapter, where the main character said, &lt;br /&gt;"Humans can be animals too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, one might think that the author wrote that to make the character sound all mysterious and all, but well hey you gotta admit there's some truth to it, yes no yes no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inhuman:&lt;br /&gt;1. lacking qualities of sympathy, pity, warmth, compassion, or the like; cruel; brutal: an inhuman master.  &lt;br /&gt;2. not suited for human beings.  &lt;br /&gt;3. not human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in this video, who is the human and who is the animal, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.peta.org/swf/fur_farm.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="335" height="255" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href=" http://www.furisdead.com/pledge-furfree.asp?c= petastreamvids" target="_blank"&gt;Pledge to go fur-free at PETA.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know either. Hahahaha. The English language is sometimes so confusing, do you think so? But.... language, it does not deviate. &lt;br /&gt;Kudos to psychologists. Good luck comprehending human nature. Or rather, IN-human nature. lalalala :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-8526915461519467110?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8526915461519467110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=8526915461519467110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/8526915461519467110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/8526915461519467110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/03/animals.html' title='ANIMALS'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-3559559557703684124</id><published>2008-02-16T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:13:36.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whew these few weeks have been hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to have merged into one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, before CNY, went to see Yi Ren off at the airport. I LOVE THE AIRPORT. our airport is seriously so high tech and totally awesome. Then when i got home, i stayed up till 12 to do hw, and vomited in the middle of the night. I must have been fatigued. haahahahhaha man i need to cut down on my outings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then drama practices. I CANT GET THE EVIL LAUGHTER DOWN. I mean seriously. I can do it when i actually have something to laugh about but when i don't i cant do it. Well, at least you know when I'm faking it and when I'm not. I WILL NEVER LIE TO YOU GUYS :DDD But the actor and the other two actresses are cool. I've almost forgotten how it was like to talk to intelligent people! hahahhaa okay just kidding. but yeah in New town where you're like the supposed top few, and then you go to a good JC where those ppl are from the bottom few in their schools (for eg, my friend from Nanyang Girls, who was a ten pointer) it's just so ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And CNY was... man. SUSHI MAKING!!! thankfully this year round there were fewer kids, so there was no need to play LF2 until my eyes dropped out. I remember last year my brother and i had shifts. Or something. &lt;br /&gt;And i went back to New town too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Sanmugam: Can you go back home? Why do I always see you here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because I'm so loyal! But mainly because I have nothing to do |D&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Sanmugam: I think so too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our teachers D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's abt it. i slept like 5 hours just now after my meds and i still feel drowsy. and ooh i have bronchitis. How EXCITING. it's totally awesome how my cough sounds like when you cough into a container!! and i get to skip an entire week of pe!! and i can't do any of my hw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My optimism is failing me. Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-3559559557703684124?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3559559557703684124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=3559559557703684124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/3559559557703684124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/3559559557703684124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/02/whew-these-few-weeks-have-been-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-5140348468343323545</id><published>2008-01-25T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T10:26:09.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESULTS</title><content type='html'>To all those who didn't get what they expected for O's: Cry, weep, emo, mourn, then work towards A-levels. That is all I can say. When the A's come, O's won't matter no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who are happy with their results: PARTAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes. then work towards A's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-5140348468343323545?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5140348468343323545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=5140348468343323545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/5140348468343323545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/5140348468343323545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/01/results.html' title='RESULTS'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-5286784101040286347</id><published>2008-01-15T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:50:40.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel... tired. I don't know. You know that feeling you get after talking and making friends with so many new people, that sort of satisfaction but exhaustion that comes from being around people all the time. I mean, with them, I don't feel tired at all, partly because of my gregarious nature, so I feed off their energy and stuff. But once I'm not with them, I feel so tired and I realise that I actually need some alone time. Honestly speaking, that's the reason why I don't go on MSN. I mean, I want to talk to people like Chialynn, whom I get to see only like, twice a year? But other people I see everyday and I just feel like I'm wasting my time. I'm trying to become more... Feeling? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it seems that I am able to draw more people to God that way. But whew. Sometimes the Thinking part of me just takes over and starts saying things like, "You're just being hyper and noisy. Making friends isn't going to bring them closer to God." And then I start thinking and rationalising, "Yeah, that's true, how can I bring others closer to God if I'm not that strong a Christian myself?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more I think about it, the more I feel like I'm making excuses. It must be nice to be a Feeler. When I try to be more Feeling than Thinking, I feel happier. But at the same time if I'm feeling all the time I end up avoiding some issues about myself, and gosh, I don't want that. I want to become a better person :D So even if I end up having a split personality, I'll find a way to merge that Feeler and Thinker into one. I mean, I'm already weird, so it won't make much diff, would it? |DDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-5286784101040286347?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5286784101040286347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=5286784101040286347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/5286784101040286347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/5286784101040286347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-331348365651910554</id><published>2008-01-13T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:32:29.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO YO YO~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was lame. I can't stop saying that for quite a while now. I blame it all on the poser-ish Cat. High guy. I planned to blog 5 days ago, but my computer had a seizure halfway through and broke it's internet connection. Whew. It's been a absolutely fun 2 weeks, and I probably told you all about it already |D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I blogging in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like typing and repeating myself :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So AJ. Everybody thinks it's a mugger's school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mugger&lt;br /&gt;Definition: a robber who takes property by threatening or performing violence on the person who is robbed (usually on the street) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE. I think New Town is more of a mugger's school than AJ. But it really is pretty interesting to think about how the word "mugger" became synonymous with the word "nerd". Okay, wordplay aside, AJ is.... crazy. WHERE DO THEY GET SUCH ENERGY?????? THEY ARE SO HYPER, SERIOUSLY. They work hard, but they play HARDER. My OGLs were so insane. Like one of my OGLs, Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 6am in the morning I turn on my handphone. I receive a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please bring your colouring materials...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message sent at: " &lt;strong&gt;4 AM &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throughout the entire day, she yelled and cheered and jumped about non-stop until 5.30 pm.  DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the girls in general are more friendly and fun than the guys. According to Basil, all the normal (AND boring; with the exception of the poser-ish guy) guys got to AJ, the weird ones go to NJ (no wonder Jing Wen and Yi Peng fit in so well, hahaha) and the fun and cool ones go to Nanyang and St. Andrews. (UNFAIR!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Kris' SJI friend (Lu Zi? Was it? er.) says the same thing about SJI guys as well.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. I think I'd rather the girls be crazy and fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes. Al, Lijun, Daniel and a few more others including myself are going to form a study group and we're all going down to Bishan ChurchOfChrist (THE AWESOME BOMB SHELTER ONE THAT HAS A PSP AND IS LIKE UNDERGROUND HAHAHAHAHA) to study. Obviously. But I have a feeling we're going to play more than study. NO MATTER. It'll all work out somehow. :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-331348365651910554?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/331348365651910554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=331348365651910554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/331348365651910554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/331348365651910554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2008/01/yo-yo-yo-okay-that-was-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-2535209032607529401</id><published>2007-12-30T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:10:10.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been an absolutely packed holiday. Woah. Like from the 12 - 21st, I was away on a Tuao Missions trip and some of the Chinese Malaysians from Puchong and stayed with me from the 21st to the 26th, where I went to watch movies with Kim and Kris and then I had a fever and then I recovered then I went to a Christmas Party and from the 26th to the 29th I had a camp. Bad grammar, but whew i don't feel like using proper English right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Rosanne went off during my camp!!! At first I thought I could leave my camp and send her off, but it was all the way in Ang Mo kio on top of a hill in some unknown place. It had a fish farm nearby. I feel horrible now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was short. I think I feel tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-2535209032607529401?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2535209032607529401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=2535209032607529401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2535209032607529401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2535209032607529401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-has-been-absolutely-packed-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-6625459315628584912</id><published>2007-12-10T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T18:00:32.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I BE GOING</title><content type='html'>Goodbye, one and all. I shall be leaving for a place where the people are wonderful, nice, helpful people, and where clothes and the status quo and results and SCHOOOOLL don't rule your life. And where you can only get water by pumping it. COLD WATER BATHS AND HOLES IN THE GROUND. That may not sound very exciting, but it is. I GET TO CHALLENGE MYSELF. And it be my first missions trip, too :D I hope i do a good enough job of it. and not teach people the wrong stuff. "If a guy slaps you on the cheek, offer the other one" might become, because of me, "A GUY??? SLAPPED YOU??? SLAP HIM BACK HARDER!! AND ON BOTH CHEEKS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMM. Now that I've thought about it, I feel a tad nervous. &lt;br /&gt;Also I hope on this trip I'll be able to control my temper and other wanton desires like SUGAR CHOCO SWEETS CAKE om-nyom-nyom :DDD Because apparently, they serve many veggie dishes. Hopefully, I'll learn how to live a healthy lifestyle. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I will bring my shining radiance of happy aura and hopefully bring some shinies to their lives. Have you noticed, the weather's becoming really crazy lately? And it's the same there in Tuao. They got hit by a typhoon. Sucks. It's not fair, that Asia should feel the effects of global warming first. I wonder how bad it has to get before everybody in the world does everything it can to halt the effects. Strange, that the situation has to get so drastic first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be away from the 12th to the 21st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i become a changed person. In a good way. Eeeep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-6625459315628584912?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6625459315628584912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=6625459315628584912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/6625459315628584912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/6625459315628584912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-be-going.html' title='I BE GOING'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-548650935103750215</id><published>2007-11-28T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:08:50.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Monday, I went to the gym with Ken, Hengmin(me cousins :D), and Bryan(NOT the school Bryan, for those in NTSS). I 'unno why, me being such a lazy spool of mush, but who can resist working out with a bunch of idiots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "woo gym! this is no kick :DDD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So the first thing that I did was to get the keys to my locker. My stupid cousin almost leads me to the men's locker.&lt;br /&gt;"HAHA I almost forgot for a second! :DDD"&lt;br /&gt;FORGET??? I HAVE BOOBS. THEY AREN'T VERY PROMINENT, BUT THEY ARE THERE ANYWAY. YOU WANT ME TO PROVE ANOTHER DIFFERENCE? I can easily achieve that if you stay still and let me kick you in the middle. &gt;&gt;&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;So i put my stuff down. Then i fill in a form. One of the questions was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which parent did you come with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing is, i did NOT come with my parents. So i did the next best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which parent did you come with?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ken."(me cousin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would mean that he would have, errr, made a girl pregnant at one. But what could I do? &lt;br /&gt;And it was his fault for mistaking my gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go on the stationary bike for 5 mins, set at level 3 or 4. Okay. Not too bad. Then I do the dumbbell sets. Kick? Yes, KICKED ME HARD. Right in the booboo. Even with hengmin's help.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't MOVE my arms the next morning. And my ASS was STIFF. OMG. HOW MUCH HAVE YOU WORKED OUT, MR. CHAN???? ekwjhfhfkwwepppbbt&lt;br /&gt;But the skipping rope was all right though. I did about 100 in a little less than a minute. :D And a few more sets.&lt;br /&gt;And after feeling all proud of myself, Bryan does one of those upside down handstands and promptly bursts my happy bubble.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleaders. Gah. &gt;O &lt;br /&gt;And then they go to the lifting machine. Pulling machine. Or whatever you call it. Rachel can lift like 40 kilos. For a guy, that's not bad as it is. For a girl, that is CRAZY. I lifted 5 kg and i died after 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all is over, Ken went to look at the body types for females. There was the hourglass, the V type(Mr. Chan's one. Who cares if it's for females.), the pear(?) and finally, THE RULER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE RULER. OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGOSHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know i resemble a mathematical instrument. (WHY COULDN'T IT BE HOURGLASS??? WHY?????????????????????????????????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Never mind. I get over it. Then, Ken takes out this chocolate thing. We start taking about protein milkshakes, but it never really occurred to me that the drink really could be a protein milkshake. IT SERIOUSLY LOOKS LIKE MILO. So i ask what it is. Bryan says that it's milo. How could I, one who treats Milo as my Life Energy, not drink it? So I'm like ":D WHEE!" and drink it. Tastes nice, but not the same as milo. Hengmin says it's protein milkshake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYECHYECHYECH&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO TURN INTO A MUTATED RULER WITH LUMPS OF STUFF BULGING OUT OF MY SLEEVES. THE ONLY PROFESSION I WOULD BE ABLE TO PURSUE IS PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really did taste nice. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. We move on. We stop at subway, and we all collapse on to the table.&lt;br /&gt;Me cousin slams his head onto the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't do that! There are breadcrumbs all over the table! If they get over your face, they will get into your pores and form into pimples! Then when they burst, you'll have breadcrumbs coming out of them!&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: Gosh that's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're tired, you tend to say stupid things. What can I say. But no matter. My cousin immediately outdoes me by saying this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken: Then I'll just eat them when they come out!&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: That's even more disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah that really is digusting. (Pus coated breadcrumbs, anyone? :D)&lt;br /&gt;Hengmin: *laughing at our stupidity*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It runs in the blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we buy our sandwiches. I forget to tell the lady to get me a six-inch one, so i got a foot long one. Then my cousin tells us a stupid guy joke he asked his friend, who couldn't finish her six-inch sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you can't even handle SIX-INCHES? :D" Idiot. After hanging out with them for a few years, plus the guys in my class, you HAVE to get it. So i get it. I roll my eyes internally, but i act clueless, in the effort to embarass them. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *turning to hengmin* *blinks innocently* Six inches of what? :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Hengmin: *blinks* *starts guffawing* *turns to ken* She's asking six inches of WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;Ken: *with a perfectly straight face* MEAT.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blinks* Oh i see :DDD *rolls eyes internally*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i finish half of the foot long sandwich. I AM FULL. So i turn to the rest of them and ask them to eat it. Ken hesitates, then i, give up, and SAYS IT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ken, I ALREADY HANDLED SIX INCHES. you think i dont know what you're saying, you idiot? I've been hanging out with you two for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Ken: *to hengmin* XDDDD I think this is our fault. *referring to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. YES IT IS. Only partially tho. the rest was by the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: So now you're handling 18 inches. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that they forgot that i was a girl. Seriously. Augh. But he ate the rest of it, so oh well, at least i achieved my aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walk to the bus stop. Hengmin tells me about Johan (he seems like some comedy celebrity) and yes. I made another stupid comment. Hengmin was talking about bringing Johan as a gift for the gift exchange for my church's thanksgiving day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken: As we grow older, our toys get more expensive and more advanced :DD (Something like that)&lt;br /&gt;Me: And they get more alive and real as well.... (cuz i thought he ken was referring to johan; seriously, he sounds like a TV channel or some cool toy than a real person, but they weren't thinking that, i think)&lt;br /&gt;Ken and hengmin: What? *don't get it* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (SOMEBODY GIVE ME A FORK TO SPORK OUT MY TONGUE, PLEASE):&lt;br /&gt;*to hengmin* Johan's your toy, isn't he? &lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken &amp; Hengmin: WHAAAAAATTT???? XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH KAYYY THAT SOUNDED WRONGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it. IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT ALMOST EVERYTHING HAS A SEXUAL CONNOTATION, IS IT???? FIRST BANANAS, THEN TOYS. WHAT'S NEXT, NAIL POLISH REMOVER???? PLEASE. What is the world coming to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go to ken's house. I meet Chubbies and his loser friend (NOT Hulma-neither-papa-nor-mama, tho. I would have turned tail and speed all the way home). Okay, what incurred my wrath at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the aeroplanes. On the day of my cousin's music recital, his school gave away aeroplanes, where you can push the pieces out and make the cardboard aeroplanes. So i like making things. I like watching them fly. It's a little weird; SO WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High and Mighty Brat: I see your cousin has simple interests. XDD&lt;br /&gt;Me: Keep your mouth shut or I throw Patrick at you :D (Patrick the starfish. :D He's so squishy!! :DDDDDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I STOPPED THERE. I AM SOOOOO PROUD OF MYSELF. So i'mma rant about it here. Listen, kid. You live in a world of fantasy and obsess in video games. You talk about things that don't even EXIST. Do you know Neil Gaiman? Terry Pratchett? How many books do you know(THAT ISN'T HARRY POTTER?)? Are you even interested in psychology? Poetry? Writing? Drawing?&lt;br /&gt;All you know is playing dota and living in a world of virtual violence where you feel great by bashing up other virtual people. Wow. Super. Awesome. I am so awed.&lt;br /&gt;And you DARE to say i have simple interests? At least I now have a LIFE, A REAL LIFE, you little GAKI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. If it weren't for my cousin, and you being a COMPLETE STRANGER, I would have gunned you down. Frankly, i don't like shouting at anyone i don't really know, as it makes me look really ugly and creates a really bad impression. Like now. So if you think i'm a pushover, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! :D The next time i see him, i would have already KNOWN him, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Bryan, Ken and me played the Wii until we died from exhaustion :D Ken beat me at boxing, but i beat bryan at it. then they played golf. as i am a sore loser, i took bryan's side and tried my best to jinx ken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bunker! BUNKER! BUNKERRRRR!!!!! (you know, in golf? It's the sand pit thingy)&lt;br /&gt;Ken: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! *bunker*&lt;br /&gt;Me: YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! (I mean, i didn't do anything, but it made me feel good anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;Ken: YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE! YOU'RE MY COUSIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who asked you to beat me at boxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun stuff. |D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-548650935103750215?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/548650935103750215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=548650935103750215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/548650935103750215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/548650935103750215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-monday-i-went-to-gym-with-ken.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-7471330078394252785</id><published>2007-11-25T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:37:22.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. I went out with my cousins and Ju. And I realised, that every memorable post seems to be about cousins and such. So Judith and I went to meet them at Tiong Bahru, to watch Hero. Actually, we wanted to watch Gameplan, but it was GONE. And let me tell you this: WATCH HERO. WATCHHHHHHH IT. WATTCCCHHH. It is extremely boring in the beginning, but as it progresses it gets more interesting. And Takuya Kimura is every reason you need to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/JiggleWheel.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SERIOUS. A JIGGLE WHEEL. &lt;br /&gt;"Guaranteed to lose weight." AND THEN TAKUYA KIMURA GOES AROUND WITH IT STRAPPED AROUND HIS STOMACH. JIGGLING. OMG. HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiggle. Jiggle. Giggle. Heeeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Anyway. So what did I want to say? Oh yes. My cousin told me about this.. very interesting person who is friends with my younger cousin. For privacy's sake, let's call him Hulmamama as well. I'm gonna call ALL his friends Hulmamama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no. THAT... THING IS NOT A MALE. NOR IS "IT" A FEMALE. CALLING HIM HULMAMAMA WOULD BE A DISGRACE TO THE FEMALE AND MALE POPULATIONS OF THE HUMAN RACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll call him Hulma-papa-mama. Or Hulma-neither-papa-nor-mama. Yup, I think that's more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the thing is, he starts calling my younger cousin's handphone. Let's call him.. Chubbies. Okay, so Chubbies. His handphone is ringing. He doesn't want to answer it because he's lazy. That's why he's chubby. And he doesn't stop at calling him once, or twice, or even 10 times... oh no.( I called Rachel 10 times once |D;;;) When Chubbies doesn't pick up, he calls the HOUSE PHONE. That doesn't sound very frightening, but the thing is, he wasn't even TOLD what the house no. And he proceeds to call 87 times. Yes. 87. Either on the Chubbies' handphone, or house phone. prolly house phone. &lt;br /&gt;BUT OMG 87?????? WHO DOES THAT????????&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo, Hulma-neither-papa-nor-mama doesn't stop. My cousin is pissed, so he pulls the plug out of the switch so he can't call back again. You'd think he would stop, but OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's dad(my uncle, in other words)&lt;br /&gt;: Hello? Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Hulma-neither-papa-nor-mama &lt;br /&gt;: Hi, this is ". I've been calling your son many times (MANY, MANY TIMES) but he hasn't picked up. Could I talk to him?&lt;br /&gt;My uncle:&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE CALLED MY UNCLE. ON HIS CELLPHONE. IN THE MIDDLE OF A MEETING. FREAAAAK. FREAAAKKK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he calls when my cousin is about to go to sleep. My cousin is a SLUG. A PIG. (And my youth camp, even yanking his leg hair couldn't wake him up) &lt;br /&gt;So whenever somebody interrupts him when he's about to go to sleep, he gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cousin:&lt;br /&gt;Oi, I tell you you crazy ninny, if you call again i will report you to the police!&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, i can't really remember what he said, but it was something along that line.&lt;br /&gt;About calling the police, not the crazy ninny. I think my cousin called him a bugger instead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hulma-neither-papa-nor-mama:&lt;br /&gt;Oh please! Don't call the police! Anything but the police!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cousin: *In his mind* "What are you? Pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND it turns out that he was convicted before. For attempting to commit suicide. His neighbour saw him and called the police, and his parents bailed him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[My reaction at this point: WHY?????? WHY DIDN'T HE SUCCEED????????? (Which is not a nice response, but HE SERIOUSLY IS SCARY.)&lt;br /&gt;Me cousin: EXACTLY!! THAT STUPID NEIGHBOUR! SHE SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES!! (Something like that.)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chubbies, finally sick and tired, finally answers to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubbies: Okay, so what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Hulma-neither-papa-nor-mama: So tomorrow is confirmed, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Chubbies: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;*puts down the phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE CALLED 87 TIMES ON THE HOUSE PHONE, AND 50+ MORE TIMES ON MY COUSIN'S HP, TO CONFIRM A MEETING TOMORROW. OMIGOSHHHHHHHHH. [My cousin calculated that in six hours, he called about 150 times. So 150/6 is about 25 times an hour, which means that he called ONCE EVERY 2 MINUTES. FOR SIX HOURS.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the finishing touch. He calls again. Chubbies answers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hulma-neither-papa-nor-mama: Hey, I just wanted to tell you that I'm wearing a yellow shirt and gray slacks. What are you wearing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thought Jie Shan was insane. &lt;br /&gt;He said something more sick to jono the first time i saw him [NOTE THAT THE WORD IS "SAW", NOT "MET". I WOULD NEVER ASSOCIATE MYSELF WITH THAT.... THING.]&lt;br /&gt;Something about a girl and being horny. YECHHHHHHHHHH. I'll tell you if you ask me, but i am not typing something like that and soiling my blog. He talks like one of those gay fashionistas you see on talk shows and stuff. IF SPEAKING PERFECT ENGLISH MEANS TALKING LIKE THAT, I'D RATHER NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So ends my story for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Okay, so this just popped into my mind; I don't know why, but I just need to get it down, so I can make it clearer for myself. Ignore this ramble if you wish; I feel that it makes me seem all pretentious and confused with my life. It's my regular mental argument, if you must give it a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is "being shallow"? What is being "deep"? I was thinking about all of the girls in my school, how they seem only to care about their looks, ignoring the fact that they have to fight for a future. In other words, they don't seem very dedictated to their studying. But at the same time, does being a "nerd" or an intellectual secure the title of being a "deep" person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it, intellectuals are not very far from the, erm, for the lack of a better term, bimbos in my school. The only difference is that their "shallowness" lies in their mind, whereas the "shallowness" of the bimbos lies in that they only seem to care about their looks and their status, or whatever bimbos care about. &lt;br /&gt;For intellectuals, they have such a wonderful store of knowledge; they have the ability to assimilate and understand information, and possibly situations. But, in the end, do they use their knowledge to truly live life &lt;em&gt;as they should&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not see how knowing more vocabulary words would make one any more "deep". Would knowing what, for example, the difference between "intermittent" and "intermediate" make you any deeper? In lieu with Uncle Adrian's sermon, they "know", but they do not "do". Their minds are not connected to their hands. So, shallow people can be unintelligent, but it does not mean that intelligent people cannot be shallow as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would knowing how to sing, write music, draw art, read literature make you any "deeper" and superior? In fact, I think that having that mindset alone just makes one into a more shallow person. I never thought about it, and I'm glad I did, because it helps me change myself. Could this be becoming less "shallow"? Was it the action of thinking and gaining knowledge or, was it the action of using this knowledge to apply to my life to change it, the way to becoming less "shallow"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think "deep" people are those who truly know how to live life. They connect with people, and they reach out to people. For me, Jesus is the ideal "deep" person. With his understanding and wisdom of the Sciptures or the Bible, whichever, it is no wonder everyone considers him to be "deep" and so on. But it is because he uses his understanding of the Bible to speak to and share with others and connect with thousands of people that truly defines him as someone who is not shallow. &lt;br /&gt;But for all you know, views can differ among people. Someone who is truly "deep" or "shallow" is defined by what the person prizes most dearly; one who prizes knowledge will view someone as "deep" if that person holds a great store of knowledge, while I, who prizes the ability to live life and connect with people sees that same person as "shallow", and that one who values knowledge will perceive me as "shallow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since Jesus seems to value those who prize loyalty and faith and trust, and not entirely intelligence [Peter was a FISHERMAN. No offense, but how intelligent would he be?] so that would be what I prize as well. And if you don't agree, well, hmmmm..... that's sad, but I unfortunately can't bring myself to care about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Glad i got that off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-7471330078394252785?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7471330078394252785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=7471330078394252785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/7471330078394252785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/7471330078394252785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2007/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-3979397060192169133</id><published>2007-11-21T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:12:23.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOOOK MY FIRST BLOG POST IN MONTHS. It feels... shiny. Erm. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, these past months i have been studying, studying and studying. I had no life. Then, when the exams were over, i started reading comics. I STILL HAVE NO LIFE. Inuyasha has like, 500+ chapters? And i'm only at chapter 321. WOW. Only 200+ more to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. hmmm. You know, one thing I can't get used to is that everytime I wake up I think:&lt;br /&gt;"ARGHHHH WHY IS IT SO LATE WHAT EXAM DO I HAVE TODAY OMIGOSH OMIGOSH PLEASE DON'T TELL ME I OVERSLEPT"&lt;br /&gt;and then i realise that the O's finished last week. Or last last week. It's a strange feeling. And I feel strangely UNPRODUCTIVE. Which is amazing, because I am a POTATO. A COUCH POTATO. Or rather, a spinning-chair potato. Cos' you know, my computer chair can spin. And spin and spin spin spin spin. Until I grow woozily dizzy. &lt;br /&gt;I feel incoherent. I have so much to blog about, from my grad night to the trip to sentosa and ms.ang's wedding. but my mind feels untuned. not intuned. erk. &lt;br /&gt;i think my mind broke. a little. it's not focusing on real life. i lost track of time. hmmm. it's like if i'm not doing something my mind refuses to cooperate. I HAVE LOST MY SENSE OF INTROSPECTION AND REFLECTION. I AM TURNING INTO AN AIRHEADED BIMBO OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to take some time out and read a controversy. To make my mind argue about stuff. So i don't turn into hot squishy slush of spinning-chair potato mush. Ooh, it rhymed. Slush and mush. Hee. &lt;br /&gt;Yup, I really lost it. After I gather my thoughts and my mind is able to function fully again, I shall give a full account of everything. With a dash of drama here and there, of course :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-3979397060192169133?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3979397060192169133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=3979397060192169133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/3979397060192169133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/3979397060192169133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2007/11/loook-my-first-blog-post-in-months.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-2020123937722712215</id><published>2007-07-19T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:18:34.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo: The new IN thing</title><content type='html'>Emo is so the new in thing. I read the other youths' blogs and they seem to be emoing about something or the other. Hmmmmm. No offense, but... Confused much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to be emo, cos' I don't wanna study my chemistry, and I must put myself in other ppl's shoes. THANKS CHAN FOR THE SURPRISE BIO TEST :DDD YOU MADE ME REALISE HOW MUCH MORE STUPID THAN I THOUGHT I ALREADY AM. okay, that didn't sound right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WORLD PITY ME BECOS' JING WEN HAS BIGGER BOOBS THAN I DO OH THE PAIN THE PAINNNNNNNNNN and he's a guy man, wtheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harhar. gosh this is fun. Eng tuition isn't as fun as it used to be cos' the sadistic Clementi boy was not in my group cos' he's not in sec 4 D: Weeepsss. Now i have to be all serious and stuff cos' it's nearin the o'levels. I think i should raise the bets to $10 per point loss or something. And i should probably bet with Sean instead of Jing Wen, cos' i got 19 pts for midyr and he got 20-odd points? 26? 29? Whatever. I'll be stinkin' rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't be emo man. It sucks me of my energy. I'm like the embodiment of not-emo. Anyhoo, oral results are back :)&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is, THANK GOD Mrs. Alison Cheong is all nice and lenient and stuff. I thought i was so in for it because i got both HODs for my chinese oral(which i failed) and my english oral(which i passed with an A). Being acquainted with her kinda helped made talking easier too ^___^. AND I BEAT ZHE XUAN HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA by one mark, but who CARES HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;And Rachel got the same mark as me, so YAY we're both the top of our classes. But we surrender completely to Vidya. 39/40???? Awesomeness. Just... awesomeness. If it was Jing Wen I would say Mr. Leong was lenient, but Vidya is just too goooooood. The ACS examiners would be STUPEFIED to find out that we actually have such talent in our school, which has Singlish as its first language. GASP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know the retina thing for bio? Yeah. I was supposed to draw the arrow representing light entering the retina and into the optic nerve but I drew it in the OPPOSITE direction. Such that the light was shooting OUT of the eye. Kinda like Cyclops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I shouldn't have exchanged my paper with Felix and Stanley. Stupid goons couldn't stop laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-2020123937722712215?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2020123937722712215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=2020123937722712215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2020123937722712215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2020123937722712215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2007/07/emo-new-in-thing.html' title='Emo: The new IN thing'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-7904177380696773734</id><published>2007-07-07T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T16:54:21.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so. I have been a little tight for time so I haven't posted since FOREVER, but this time i shall make an exception, cos' i'm so pissed off now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my chem textbook. I seriously, seriously, hope that it is lost somewhere at home, or i just didn't see it when i looked under my table in school. Because if it was stolen, I am going to scream. All NA stream ppl, pls don't be offended by what i'm going to say next. I'm merely just referring to some of the incorrigible NA &amp; NT ppl in my sch, the ones who go around stealing textbooks and money and pencil boxes, for whatever reason they have. urgh, i've never gotten this pissed in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear NA (&amp; NT) Pupils Who Do Stupid Stuff and Act Retarded in School:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, go get a life. You're poor? So what? Don't make me laugh. Oh it's so sad, the violins are playing melancholy songs and the plants are wilting and withering with sorrow around me. Oh, I'm sure that gives you all the RIGHT to steal stuff around our school. And anyway, you guys are not poor. You're just a bunch of losers who like to take stuff. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE???? GOD??? WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO JUST TAKE WHAT YOU WANT WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE IT??? And if you're poor, why the heck do you steal things like PENCIL BOXES and stuff? Seriously. Is my friend's zebra pencil box so VALUABLE that if you sell it, you can buy one packet of rice for your family? Yeah, right. You like, you take? Sorry, the world just don't work like that. You like, you take, YOU PAY. And in all seriousness, when you grow up, you're gonna pay dearly. You're gonna get caught, you know. And when you get caught, i hope the law lays it down HARD on you. That's why I totally support the caning sentence. It lays it down hard on you in more ways than one. It makes you suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, what the heck are you guys thinking? Ever heard of the saying to NOT take what does not belong to you? Because of people like you, i can't even leave my TEXTBOOK under the table. It's VANDALISED, SCRIBBLED ON, AND IT'S SO DOG-EARED THAT EVEN IF YOU WERE TO SELL IT TO A SECOND-HAND SHOP, THEY WOULDN'T WANT IT. USE YOUR BRAIN, FOOLS. WHY DO YOU THINK I DARED TO LEAVE IT UNDER THE TABLE IN THE FIRST PLACE???? Cos' it has no value. And YET it goes missing. Or is it because you want my notes? Well, guess what. I've written my notes in such a way that only ME I AND MYSELF can understand it. AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN TAKING PURE CHEMISTRY. IF YOU'RE SO DUMB TO DO A STUPID THING LIKE THIS, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU'RE SMART ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND MY NOTES??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME TELL YOU; YOU'RE RETARDED. I don't discriminate against NA ppl, because some of them are the NICEST and MATURE people in the world AND THEY STILL ARE, but ppl like YOU totally reinforce the stereotype. IT'S BECAUSE OF PPL LIKE YOU THAT I HATE MY SCHOOL AND THE PPL THAT BREATHE WITHIN IT. PEOPLE LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN BE ALLOWED TO WASTE SPACE IN THE SCHOOL. THE GOOD TEACHERS IN OUR SCHOOL ARE WASTED ON YOU. I totally understand why they left the school, especially if they're dealing with RETARDS like you. YOU'RE JUST A WASTE OF SPACE. LEAVE THE SCHOOL AND GO HIT THE ROAD. THE OTHER NA PPL IN MY SCHOOL DON'T DESERVE TO BE AROUND FOOLS LIKE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being blamed, you know. For being STUPID to leave my stuff somewhere where YOU can take it. Oh yes, I suppose it is my fault for DELIBERATELY EXPOSING myself to horrible thieves like you people, but what I don't get is ppl are NEVER angry at you. People NEVER blame you ppl for stealing because you get such a KICK out of it. Instead, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; get the scolding for being careless. I'm the one who is paying for you UTTER STUPIDITY. Now I'm going to the O-levels with no notes. Thanks for making the world such an unsafe and suspicious place to live in. I totally don't appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely no love at the moment, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen Ting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, many textbooks have gone missing from our class. I thought it was the other express students at first, but only TWO classes take pure chemistry. If they wanted the notes, they would have taken from the top students. But they took it form random ppl. And they're notes were usually VEry NEAT, like Yanhui's. And both classes know who the top students are. Yet they still took it from me. Not to mention stuff has gone missing when all the express students were having different classes and stuff, like during practical &amp; D&amp;T, for the other express class. We're all not in our classes, YET the stuff goes missing. Not to mention we ALL have emaths textbooks, chemistry textbooks and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;I'd like to inform you that on the same level, are the Sec 4 NA classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in all honesty , I don't care who took it. If the guy was from an express class, I'd be pissed off, but I'll still stick to what I just wrote. The NA and NT ppl have done so much crap that I'm so pissed off with them that i'm now so biased to such an extent that whenever something bad is going to be announced in my school, I always think: "It's probably the NA or NT stream ppl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And GOLLY GOSH, I'm always right. I wonder why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-7904177380696773734?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7904177380696773734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=7904177380696773734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/7904177380696773734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/7904177380696773734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-so.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-7241770325806235899</id><published>2007-06-17T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:09:28.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POKEMON</title><content type='html'>..... My brother and his friend are now playing pokemon to see how fast they can complete the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother started playing crystal first (I took over, hohoho) and he named the main character NOOB and the rival NOOBTWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in yellow version, he named Ash GOON and Gary GOONTWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend named his Pokemon "Calculus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i look at their MSN conversation. Why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were actually LOLing over it. IS IT SOME SORT OF ACS GUY THING??? TO BE LAME???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind hurts. OW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't they have picked a nicer name like "Bob"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-7241770325806235899?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7241770325806235899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=7241770325806235899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/7241770325806235899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/7241770325806235899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2007/06/pokemon.html' title='POKEMON'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-4033238547127112960</id><published>2007-06-12T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:45:13.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English!</title><content type='html'>haha Had english tuition class yesterday. Goshhhhh it was so fun :DDD Whenever I go there and I'm in a bad mood or something, I immediately cheer up. So the guys that are usually in my tuition class are me, a girl from St. Marg's, and two guys. Which are brothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The st. marg's girl is pretty (her name's Grace i think... wonder if she knows Andrea) and LOL once she called MGS girls "ah lian". I was like (in my mind, of course) "OKAY... if MGS girls are ah lian (which is where where one of my best friends are KTHNX) WHAT THE HECK ARE NEW TOWN GIRLS???" &lt;br /&gt;They speak singlish like their first language, are bimbos, don't care abt their studies, and cut their hair in that ah lian way, in other words, they're like the embodiment of ah lian. &lt;br /&gt;And she said that some of the New Town guys go down to her school and STARRREE at the st. marg's girls FROM HEAD TO TOE. I knew that the guys in our school were desperate, but NEVER THAAAT desperate. THAT IS SICK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older one is nice, he lent me like foolscap paper, highlighter, his compre passage, and probably his thesaurus as well, or rather, everything I forget to bring. Which happens very VERY often. He's like my loanshark. Which does not expect anything in return. Which is pretty embarassing because... yeah. Not to mention when he smiles he looks nice, but that's beside the point. Cos' when I smile, I'm sure I look very nice too, HAHAHAHA. And ANYWAY I RETURN ALL MY FOOLSCAP PAPER SO I'M NOT THAT MUCH OF A FREELOADER KAY (though i have no idea how to return highlighter ink..)??? His name is Clement (i think that's how you spell it), so i thought his younger brother's name would be like Clementi or something. But it wasn't. Sigh. What a disappointment. LOL HEY I remember when Lyn was in Sec One everybody kept pairing her up with a Sec Three or Four guy. Whose name was Clement. Though now that I look back at it, it would have made him a paedophile if he ever went out with her. yurgghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HAHHAAHAHA the younger one is INSANE AND HILARIOUS. INSANELY HILARIOUS. HE'S LIKE MY COUSINS ALL ROLLED INTO ONE. (His name is Brian/Bryan. But I still think Clementi is better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I remember once how our group was talking about foreign talent and the 60000 babies born in the Dragon Year. In other words, there were 20000 more babies born compared to the other years, so when they go university and stuff, we calculated that there would be about 3000 surplus people. So our teacher was like, "So where do you think those 3000 people will go?"&lt;br /&gt;And we gave normal, nice answes like "Overseas" and stuff. And he went,&lt;br /&gt;"To the dustbin!"&lt;br /&gt;And that's how the 3000 surplus people became known as the "rubbish people". Which is pretty mean, but it's just so funneh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the topic abt bullies. He's a prefect, so he's given duty or somethin'. So there's this guy who calls him bad names and pushes him around, but because he's a prefect, he can't exactly whack back and stuff and the teachers didn't really do much abt it (AND YOU KNOW WHO HE TOLD INSTEAD OF HIS FORM TEACHER??? HIS MATHS TEACHER). But because EVIL never goes UNPUNISHED, the bully was in turn bullied by those older than him.&lt;br /&gt;So he saw what was happening. And because he is a prefect, it was expected that he should do his duty. So he stood at one corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I was sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, it was a wonderful day yesterday, despite the fact that my mum made me finish my chem stuff from morning to night. Yes. And I still haven't handed in my chem file yet, but I rather hand in a complete one late than a half empty one early. AND I HAVEN'T DONE ALL MY HOMEWORK YET HAHAHA gonna get started now BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-4033238547127112960?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4033238547127112960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=4033238547127112960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/4033238547127112960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/4033238547127112960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2007/06/english.html' title='English!'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-3620586119542312738</id><published>2007-06-09T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:26:42.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This... was the most annoying and tiring but extremely interesting church camp I've had. Being an assistant leader actually wasn't that hard, because I had so much to share about. &lt;br /&gt;And the prank-calling. Ohhhhhh the prank calling. It was so funnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;But I still like the prank me and Hannah played on John and Joel. HAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Except I won't be relating it, because it's  one of those things you need to be involved in for it to actually be funny.&lt;br /&gt;And oh the awkwardnessssss. As if school wasn't enough, but church too????&lt;br /&gt;Ah fegh, I usually so good at hiding my feelings, but AHHHHHHHHHH I SLIPPED. I MADE IT SO OBVIOUS. You don't even noe what I'm talking about, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, if seeing an all black cat is unlucky, then seeing an all black cat lick it's unmentionables is WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;And it was like(before i went for church camp):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH BLACK CAT WOW SO CUTE WOW&lt;br /&gt;Pervo cat: *looks up*&lt;br /&gt;Pervo cat: *PEEEEERRRSSS*&lt;br /&gt;Pervo cat: *STARTS LICKING ITS UUMENTIONABLES AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMIGOSH I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING AHHHHHHGGGGGGGHHHH *dashes to Clementi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the camp was so stressful. Dahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after I told my cousin, he was like HAHAHAHAHA HORNY CAT&lt;br /&gt;That helped me feel so much better. Greaaaat. Now all I can do is hope that it's a male, so it means that it's heterosexual, not homo like Jie Shan's Chioky. It's like she wants it's belly to be rubbed. ERRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrr. But her husky is sooooooo cute!!! I love the eyes so much. She looks like an albino :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Pirates of Carribean? It's Gooooooooood. I think I ended up laughing at all the sad scenes, because I was sitting beside Munina. How she turns EVERYTHING into a joke is a wonder to me. (YES NO YES NO EH NANA?) ESPECIALLY the last part, where Barbossa married Elizabeth and Will Turner together while they were fighting and Will had his heart ripped out like a few moments later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation as goes( I can't exactly remember who said what, so yahhhhh )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: *Will Turner and Elizabeth gettin' together SO ROMANTIC AHHHHHHHHHaahaahaha and after that Will gets stabbed and dies and has his heart ripped out of his body, oh yes very romantic indeed |DDDD it's like my fav romantic scene!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;Nana: OMG FRANCINE IS GOING TO WRITE THIS IN HER FANFICTION!!! 8DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Me or Nana: HAHAHAHA YAH AND THE TITLE WILL BE "THE MARRIAGE THAT LASTED ONE HOUR!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: IT'S EVEN SHORTER THAN BRITNEY SPEARS MARRIAGE AHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Me AND Nana: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *ded*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes on THAT scene. The scene between Will and Elizabeth. It was like a scene directly out of Francine's porno adult romance books. I think. I only read one paragraph (AND I HAVE NEVER DARED TO LOOK AT ANOTHER ONE OF HER BOOKS EVAAARRRRR AGAIN) of her books so I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: *Orlando moves his hand up Keira's WOAH bronzed legs unlike Jie Shan's, which are probably fake and from tanning salons anyway*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nana: FRANCINE IS GOING TO GET SO HORNY HAHAHAHAHA *bust a gut*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all honesty? That girl or rather, 3/4 woman 1/4 girl should read teenage books like a NORMAL, INNOCENT teenager would. Or as innocent as teenage books can get. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-3620586119542312738?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3620586119542312738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=3620586119542312738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/3620586119542312738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/3620586119542312738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2007/06/this.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-3943771107998704601</id><published>2007-06-04T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:53:24.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeird</title><content type='html'>Whenever I look at newspapers or watch the news and hear of the deaths of people (eg. Virginia Tech victims), I don't feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda like you know you should feel some sort of &lt;em&gt;sympathy&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;remorse&lt;/em&gt; but in all honesty, I can't bring myself to feel anything. Oh yes, it is a shame, it is such a terribly wasted thing oh me oh my why didn't anybody reach out to this poor lonely messed up soul who is ALREADY DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you cry for people you don't even know? I mean like, really know. You don't know how they feel, you don't know what they've went through because you're not there. Haha. Bunch of liars. Who who who who? I know that the way they've died is terrible and it is sad. But that's only on an intellectual level. I don't &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; anything deeper than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find it very amusing, how millions cry for the dead but no one cries for the living. It's no wonder I smile everyday. It really is kinda amusing, if you think abt the ironyyy, oh the irony....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I saw someone in Clementi with no legs, sitting on the cold floor. He just sat there and waited for money. I cannot imagine anyone whose pride has reached such a new low that he is willing to just sit there and feed off sympathy. I don't detest him or anything, but for someone to reach that state of... helplessness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the dead are better off. But nobody cries for him. And he's right in front of you, not in some unknown place in West Virginia or wherever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a strange, weird world (Not to mention slightly long-sighted, haha. We're like old old ooolllddd people). And people call me weird, lol. Must be the influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't cry for that guy either, but I cried when Harry Osbourne died when he was skewered by Venom. Something must be wrong with me. I cried for a friggin' fictional character who ain't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I cried. Cos' I knew him better, i think. Saaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I went to the Tuao trip it will set me straight. Oh yes. Now I know I want to go for the Tuao trip. Yesyesyesyes and the pretty mask will eventually become my faceeeee if i wear it long enough hahahahahhahahaha yes chenting that is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can't wait for the church camp WHEEEEEEEEEeeee. It's gonna be so much fun and MAN wish me good luck as an assistant gp leader and I hope Charmaine doesn't fall sick cos if she does i have to take over. As if being a time keeper isn't hard enough -_-;;; [Do I look like someone who keeps track of time? Or able to rephrase questions properly so my gp members can understand? HONESTLY] &lt;br /&gt;Last time I thought being a leader was like WOAH, WOW a marvellous thing but now... it's a real pain in the butt, ain't it. &lt;br /&gt;Though all my fav kiddies will be there for the Walk so I'm not complaining. I get to be a dajie and a meimei, hahahaha. I'll feel like some schizo, switching inbetween two roles. It'll be so much fun :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-3943771107998704601?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3943771107998704601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=3943771107998704601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/3943771107998704601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/3943771107998704601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2007/06/weeeird.html' title='Weeeird'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-2378035077792036897</id><published>2007-05-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:33:49.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M FREE.</title><content type='html'>I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Though of course, there's still the MT O levels, but the MID YEAR IS OVER WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think this is the worst midyear ever. I studied 2 chapters for my bio paper 2, 4 chapters for my bio paper 1, didn't even finish studying my e &amp; amaths AT ALL and my english.... Let's just say I LOOOVE it how they only give you 500 words to tell an ENTIRE STORY. What about the development of the plot and characters? What about their personalities? What about the flow of the story???? What is this, A QUICKIE STORY??? And who the heck reads essays anyway??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those bunch of old fogeys are teaching how to be bimbostic in our writing. Oh yes, you use marvellous grammar, your spelling and vocabulary is MAGNIFIQUE. Here is your A1, though I cannot see the message of your story and it is totally cliche and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeesh. I read one RI guy's compo in January, and it was about 'colours'.&lt;br /&gt;"The cherry-tainted red((now, what on earth is your purpose of using a paradox/oxymoron here? Obviously , he has never really &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; about it))...." &amp; some fancy description of dark colours and light colours. &lt;br /&gt;You know, those abstract sort of essays that use symbols and such to give us an idea of how the light took over the dark or something. &lt;br /&gt;Hooooooow thought-provoking. If I were to publish this story, the possibility of it becoming a bestseller is NIL. That is what I mean by "bimbostic". The use of words make it all seem so PROFOUND and flowery and MYSTERIOUSLY INTRIGUING but there's absolutely NOTHING under the surface. The use of words is supposed to convey the message you wish to send to the reader, not "oh my, look, I know BIG words. Admire my vocabulary, admire my intelligence, admire me me me me ME." ((And yes, I'm looking at a particular person now.))&lt;br /&gt;Please don't defile the purpose of language. It's embarassing. And all the RI guys I know are like so much BETTER than this poor excuse of a RI boy. I felt sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fgssssst. I only have my Lit left, and I didn't even complete that one. My points felt so.... insubstantiated and &lt;em&gt;weak&lt;/em&gt;. Yurghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, watched my first movie of the year. Yay SPIDEY!!!! And when he came out as bad!Spidey it REAAAALLLY reminded me of the people in our school. The swagger, the posing.... IT WAS LIKE I WAS LOOKING AT ONE OF THE GUYS IN NTSS. Just without the Smurf uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Avril Lavigne? She's so different. Looks-wise, she looks great, but I think her shallowness just took a step forward. Last time her songs were all angry and emo and such, but now I feel like I'm looking at Britney and Avril Lavigne is the one in Britney's body. Which is totally possible, cos' Avril seems like the sort to shave off all her hair on a whim. But argh, though her songs were emo and slightly shallow at times at least it was DIFFERENT and she was different. &lt;br /&gt;Now, her song 'Girlfriend' has attached itself to my mind and ARGHHHHHHH THE LYRICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like &lt;strong&gt;so whatever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do so much better &lt;br /&gt;I think we should get together now &lt;br /&gt;And that's what everyone's talking about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey, you you &lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend &lt;br /&gt;No way, no way &lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one &lt;br /&gt;Hey hey, you you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could be your girlfriend &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what??? WHAT??? WHATEVER ON EARTH IS "SO WHATEVER"??? I've heard of bad-tempered, bossy, mean, but certainly not "SO WHATEVER".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could be your girlfriend." Girl, if you're desperate, just say so. &lt;br /&gt;And I thought marriage was supposed to make you like, MATURE and stuff. Obviously not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, had a great time today. Augh, got bio tomorrow. D'oh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-2378035077792036897?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2378035077792036897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=2378035077792036897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2378035077792036897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/2378035077792036897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-free.html' title='I&apos;M FREE.'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116715135753618310</id><published>2006-12-26T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:42:37.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have just come back from Beijing, and language barrier ((more like indestructable Great Wall, actually)) aside, it was pretty cool. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have never visited cold countries before, and when I stepped into the cold air it was.... awakening. Very awakening. So awakening, that my teeth started chattering in excitement because they have never been so awake before. Same for my muscles. And even the hair on my head started to stand up because of the sizzling static that occurred because of the awakening cold and dryness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But body functions aside, the other thing that got me was the FOOD. We literally had a ten-course meal for four people, and I ate so much over the four days I actually gained 1 kg. Even my DAD felt full, and he's one of those jolly old Santa Clauses that can eat and NEVER feel full. And even my brother, who has a bottomless pit like Joan felt full at the end of every meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you, these people have seriously awesome lungs. Last time I thought Yanglaoshi was considered loud, but those people there have serious shouting power. One time I heard a person shouting over a phone even when I was quite a distance away, and the reason why they do it is because it's good for the lungs. Obviously they haven't thought about the throat. But it DEFINITELY strengethened their lungs. I should go try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing? They are smart. Especially those in the service industry. The things they say to make you comfortable and good sometimes becomes rather laughable.&lt;br /&gt;For example, when I went to a foot reflexology session, they immediately latched on to my dad because he was obviously "big meat" with all the money and even got THREE people to do the massaging and the "diagnosis". So, let me tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the loudest person with the most glib tongue immediately headed for my dad. Their all uni students and even then they're actually good at buttering up people even though it's a bit obvious and doing you service. So, they were complimenting my parents on:&lt;br /&gt;1. You have one boy and one girl! How complete!&lt;br /&gt;2. Your children are so white! Not black like how most singaporeans are! how nice!&lt;br /&gt;3. Wow, I bet your children are really smart!&lt;br /&gt;4. Your two children are really pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I was acting pretty much like a dumb blonde during the whole trip, I got treated like one. They were like,&lt;br /&gt;1. Your daughter's skin is so white and nice!&lt;br /&gt;2. Your daughter is really pretty! ((3x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dumb blonde aura was very great, because three out of four of the foot massagers practically LATCHED onto me with their compliments. So I was like "XIE XIE!" even though i just wanted to come out and laugh at their obviousness. So I gave the sort of laughter that all my nice sweet friends give, not my own evil laughter than can frighten the daylights out of people. Though it was very tempting.&lt;br /&gt;Even my mum didn't escape their treatment, seriously. But they were more careful with her because they asked my mum what she worked as, which I then said, "Who has that sort of scary and off-putting look?" and they went, "Is it a teacher?" and I went, "YES!!" &lt;br /&gt;And their faces were just... great. Seriously. I bet you they were thinking, "Okay, how are we going to trick a teacher?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with my dad they were the WORST. Now, I told you there were three people. The loud guy was massaging my dad's feet, and he really was a good conversationalist. That guy should have learnt how to be a businessman. After that, another guy came in and took a look at my dad's feet, telling him what problems he had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had two ways of doing it. The second guy started going on about it with HAND ACTIONS and everything, with a firm voice making it sound so serious. Then another guy came in, telling my dad AGAIN that it was no joke, which was what the OTHER two guys said. So you get the idea. They wanted to make it look so serious as if there was no cure. Then the third guy started telling my dad about this spot medicine, and he said it in such a way like he was letting out a NATIONAL SECRET. So what they did was to go in a roundabout before finally coming to the main point. They were good, I give them that, but too bad my dad's better. He's a sales insurance manager, so he practically uses the same tactics, except he's more subtle because he's more experienced. I call him an ATM, Automated Talking Machine, for good reason. He talks and talks, you put money into the "Bank", and you withdraw from him whenever you need the money back. Except of course those massagers didn't know that, but my dad decided to give the medicine a try anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting trip. I have also learnt that people tend to let their guard down around dumb people, as seen in the above example. It's actually very funny, people going on and on because they think you will never understand what they're doing. Even my parents thought I was taken in by all the compliments too, but that was more annoying, cos' they're my parents and they should know me better. Bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully, there are some people who are still very nice even without expecting you to buy anything. My tour guide was very nice, and went out of the way to do things that wasn't even necessary. Ha, I even managed to pick up some of the chinese accent from her! Hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116715135753618310?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116715135753618310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116715135753618310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116715135753618310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116715135753618310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-i-have-just-come-back-from-beijing.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116594095726559865</id><published>2006-12-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:29:17.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XIAONESS</title><content type='html'>I should really stop hanging out with my cousins and their friends. Make me laugh like shit. Make me give a bad impression to other people. Urghhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went to my cousin's friend's house to see if I can "steal" any anime off him. They were all guys, but since my primary school friend, Wai Jean, whose the younger sis of my friend's cousin was there, I thot, no prob. YAH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the house, nothing bad happened. But when we went to eat lunch, I told my other cousin of a plan I had to change my friend's thinking about a supposed guy she THINKS I like and likes me back (XIAO RIGHT???), and even though I tell her "NO NO NONONONONONONO" she's still like "wink wink nudge nudge" EVERY TIME HIS NAME IS MENTIONED. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and my cousin come up with a plan. And doing that we heck cared about taking the bus and walked all the way from Mount Sinai to Ghim Moh. His advice about BGR SUCKS, even though he has a gf himself. I shall not put details here, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we reach Ghim Moh, with everybody else ahead of us, because they took the bus. But who cares. We have saved 45 cents. So we find a table, and sit down. I try to see if I can get any advice on how to deal with the situation, but to no avail. I was like, "YOUR ADVICE SUCKS" and "INVITE ANY OF YOUR GIRLFRIENDS PLS PLS PLS" and "NO I DON'T HAVE ANY HOT FRIENDS WHO FIT HIS TASTE WHICH I CAN USE TO DISTRACT HIM" really loudly, and Wai Jean was staring at me like I go xiao. But hey, what is a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm not going to talk about that issue further on my blog. Since we are bored, and all advice is useless, we are told stories about my cousin's friend. For privacy issues, we shall call him..... Hulmamama. &lt;br /&gt;What my friend did was to message him to see if he could join them, but no reply. Then the issue of calling his house came up, but for some reason, neither of them wanted to so it! Why? &lt;br /&gt;Because Hulmamama's mum is insane, and could have a high chance of picking up the phone. Once, my cousin Ken, called his house, and Hulmamama's mum went into the phone,in that Oh-yes-i-am-a-crazy-person-and-i-want-to-suck-your-blood tone, "Is that Ken~?" &lt;br /&gt;He never called again.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you might wonder, what could have incurred the wrath of that woman's hate upon him? You see, 3 years ago, when Ken was a minute foolish little Sec one in high shorts, he went past Hulmamama and showed him THE FINGER when Hulmamama's were present. You might be thinking, "Wow, I'm sure he got scolded really bad by Hulmamama's mum :OOOO" &lt;br /&gt;But oh no, you think wrong, foolish reader. Instead of being told off for being rude to her son, Hulmamama's mum gave him back TWO FINGERS. Which two fingers, I don't need to say. Actually, his ENTIRE family all gave him FINGERS.&lt;br /&gt;And once at Hulmamama's house, his mum was playing a computer game, swearing, "**** YOU LAH" and "$%^$^%" at the screen, because she was losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moral of the story, my dear friends, is to be thankful for the mums you have. OMG SHE IS INSANE RIGHT?????????? WHAT KIND OF MUM POINTS BACK THE MIDDLE FINGER WHEN POINTED AT??? AND TWO SOME MORE????? the world is coming to an end, i tell u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116594095726559865?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116594095726559865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116594095726559865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116594095726559865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116594095726559865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/12/xiaoness.html' title='XIAONESS'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116514607301283558</id><published>2006-12-03T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:41:13.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went with Charmaine and Shawn and my bro to see the Dance Arts performance to support Andrea, and WOAH it was pretty good. The little kids were SOOOOOOOOO cute, and they totally didn't even care even if they messed up and just went about doing their thing, which is totally cooler than some of the adults performing. The adult ballerinas were awesomely perfect, but... bleh. Kinda like looking at a Barbie doll but feeling absolutely nothing under the surface. But the rest were pretty cool, especially the dance where they had mixed all the different songs together. THAT was sweeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention Andrea's performance could almost have been on par with the adults one, haha. But considering she already passed her grade 8, I guess it's kinda expected, but.... 15 and adulthood is like really far apart, so whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the part where ALLL of the ballerinas looked the same. We were like, "Where's Andrea?? Where's Andrea??" Which I guess was the point of all the costumes, but ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;And the "Keep Sweating" song. YUCK. Who chooses a song like that???? Such a horrible name. The hip hop dance was so sizzling but the lyrics kinda ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going ice skating on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I was bribed AND blackmailed to go along. ((DEATH NOTE STICKERS WITH L!!!!))&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help me.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I can't skate? For nuts? Not even for Death Note stickers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116514607301283558?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116514607301283558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116514607301283558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116514607301283558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116514607301283558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/12/dance.html' title='DANCE!!!'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116453541761426032</id><published>2006-11-26T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:03:38.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiots.</title><content type='html'>After two weeks of rotting at home, I FINALLY HAD A DAY OUT WOOOOOOOOOOOOT with me cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are CRAZY. XIAO. OFF THEIR ROCKER. CUCKOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But their pranks are awesome. Once my cousin went with this guy named Johan(no idea who he is but i think he's crazy, because once he went to tell Yanglaoshi to go and die and another time he just stood up and yelled BANG! and pointed a finger at her L-style)(and Yanglaoshi hates him) to go to Jurong east library and he said: "HengMin, I am going to do something stupid." Then my cousin was like, "You want to do stupid thing, you go ahead!" &lt;br /&gt;And he went up to this girl with this boy and started to POINT his fingers at them and he LAUGHED and LAUGHED FOR NO REASON. And the girl happens to be Jie Shan. Or so my cousin claims. And if she was with a guy... prolly Jonathan? AGHHH MUST GO ASK AND CONFIRM. wahahahaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they came up with the most idiot prank EVER. You know how at all the libraries they have the Tooting System? Or Beeping system, wadeva. So when the person who hasn't scanned any books heshe wants to borrow and walks through it will go BEEP BEEP BEEP and what they wanted to do was that as soon as the thing started to BEEP because of some bodo person who forgot to scan, they wanted to CHIONG AR! through the System so as to give the security guard the wrong thinking. And when they finally get caught they'll be like, "NO BOOKS!"&lt;br /&gt;Thank God they didn't do it. &lt;br /&gt;But ONE DAY, I WILL DARE SOMEONE TO DO IT. I WILLL. AND I WILL VIDEOTAPE THE WHOLE SCENE, AND POST IT ON YOUTUBE. one day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116453541761426032?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116453541761426032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116453541761426032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116453541761426032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116453541761426032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/11/idiots.html' title='Idiots.'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116303956387148677</id><published>2006-11-09T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:32:43.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh freak. How many lessons have I missed??????&lt;br /&gt;Blegh. Totally forgotten how it was like to have a fever. Yesterday I woke up and discovered that swallowing suddenly became more painful plus the fact that I felt like shit and went to the doctor and he told me I had throat inflammation. How great. But still I dragged myself along to watch Little Shop of Horrors with Judith despite my collapsing throat cuz like, I worked for it and I would be stupid to waste two $50+ tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I finally reached home I collapsed into my bed cuz I had a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT AGHHHHHHHH 2 HOURS OF A MATHS AND I MISSED IT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm dead. And chemistry. Oh no. no. no.&lt;br /&gt;I feel even sicker now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116303956387148677?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116303956387148677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116303956387148677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116303956387148677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116303956387148677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-freak.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116248372535891429</id><published>2006-11-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:19:48.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZZES!!!</title><content type='html'>I actually did the entire list of quizzes on the internet cuz I was so bored but i didn't post it cuz its so long, but since MK did it, I have every right to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Personality: Original, Devoted, and Service Oriented&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/infp.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Ideal Careers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art director&lt;br /&gt;Book editor&lt;br /&gt;College professor&lt;br /&gt;Composer&lt;br /&gt;Film director&lt;br /&gt;Graphic designer&lt;br /&gt;Novelist&lt;br /&gt;Stage actor&lt;br /&gt;Psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/"&gt;The Quick and Dirty Career Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. Which one do I choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Midnight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/midnight.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a nightowl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/"&gt;What Time Of Day Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A HERMIT. How come I dunno that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 76% Bipolar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoubipolarquiz/bipolar-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more than moody - you're a bit unstable.&lt;br /&gt;If your mood swings are effecting your life, you may need to seek help.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoubipolarquiz/"&gt;Are You Bipolar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think that I'm a bit of a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 16% Control Freak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouacontrolfreakquiz/control-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no way you're a control freak. You're totally laid back - and able to take life as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;While you definitely have a healthy mental attitude, don't get suckered into letting someone control you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouacontrolfreakquiz/"&gt;Are You A Control Freak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least ONE part of me ain't a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type A- Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of the most balanced people around&lt;br /&gt;Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want&lt;br /&gt;You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!&lt;br /&gt;You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmmmmmm. I thought I was laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E9F3FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Blood Type is AB!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D6E8F6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/ab.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality is hard to define - you're very unconventional.&lt;br /&gt;And even if your personality could be defined, it would be completely different next week!&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing and shy, sensitive and thoughtless, you tend to have a very split personality.&lt;br /&gt;This makes you unpredictable. You can be a total angel - and a total devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with: everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Type AB's: Jackie Chan and Marilyn Monroe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Blood Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A FREAK. I'm not going to do anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116248372535891429?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116248372535891429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116248372535891429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116248372535891429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116248372535891429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/11/quizzes.html' title='QUIZZES!!!'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116221822528665765</id><published>2006-10-30T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:23:45.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some ARSE WHOLE hacked into my neopets account and stole 80K of my np.  It's virtual and not real, but what the HECK I took one whole month to get that 100K!!!!!!!! My christmas paint brush.......&lt;br /&gt;I must sound like some childish freak for weeping over my neopoints.&lt;br /&gt;And my handphone is lost again, ha. I'm thinking of going to the sch office, but i don't even noe whether i lost it at school. Even better. But actually, I can't even be bothered. My phone doesn't even carry any songs and it's not even one of those high class phones unlike a certain someone's who is rich enough to get all the latest hps and changes it as often as his t-shirts. So what's his next car going to be? Mercedes? Ferrari? Porsche? Let's all make a bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116221822528665765?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116221822528665765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116221822528665765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116221822528665765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116221822528665765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-arse-whole-hacked-into-my-neopets.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116193654206494026</id><published>2006-10-27T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:09:02.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woot got the dreaded report book back. Haha, did better than expected. L1R5 is 10!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;But my level position sucked. You know why?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics: B3. Or B4. Probably B4.I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: C6 49.5 actually, but they gave me 0.5 just so I can pass......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*weeps* I recall last year was the only time I ever did okay for chinese, cos' Zhou lao shi rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And David got first, but I think MK got higher L1R5 because his english and humans are better. Dunno what on earth these people are doing in NTSS anyway, esp. David. He should have gone for the NUS High Camp, with his science knowledge skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got Excellent for conduct. I GOT AN EXCELLENT WOOOOOO BABAYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;I feel like marching over to Henry Park to the Primary Two teacher that scolded me 3/4 of the time for doing sucky in maths and not crossing my legs properly and showing this to her. IN YOUR FACE, MSWENDY ONG. WAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I still remember her name after all this while. I must have reallly hated her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody at church is so not going to believe that I got an excellent for conduct.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. They're coming over today for careteam. Hee. Heeeeeheeeeeheeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Leong gives us too much credit. I hope we get him next year, so my parents can read all the good things about me he writes. Except my parents totally don't believe a single sentence of it, but wadeva. "Refine professional effectiveness" and "clear sign of an inquiring mind"? I totally envy his kid. She must have the best dad in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116193654206494026?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116193654206494026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116193654206494026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116193654206494026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116193654206494026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/woot-got-dreaded-report-book-back.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116169863486536730</id><published>2006-10-24T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:03:54.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CANNOT FIND EPISODE 15 OF PRINCESS HOURS ON YOUTUBE WHYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Korean scriptwriters are smart. They push the main character to one guy, then just when you're deciding that he and her will make a wonderful couple, another great guy shows up and you have millions of fangirls all over the world arguing over which will be the better pair.&lt;br /&gt;And thus this forces everybody to watch till the last episode to know who will end up with who.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck man, when it all comes down to it, it doesn't matter who is the better pair, cuz whoever the the girl chooses will be considered the better pair, since it's her decision on who she likes better. Poor Yul.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. That poor chap needs to remain single in the drama for the service of fangirls around then world.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaack. Too much korean dramas. Must go back to watching Hong Kong dramas where there is no love triangle. haha, Wars of the in laws.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, after watching so many korean dramas(actually it's just 2 only XDDD) and one korean movie, why are some of the guys there prettier than me???? Okay, actually it is one only that is prettier than I am, but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be the genes and the weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116169863486536730?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116169863486536730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116169863486536730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116169863486536730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116169863486536730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cannot-find-episode-15-of-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116160334018711508</id><published>2006-10-23T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:35:40.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUST. WATCH. DEATH NOTE.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the guy acting as Yagami Light resembles the one in the manga a little, or I'll be veeeeeeeeeery disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;And Ryuuk is so cool. I want my own little Deathgod!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryuuk ryuuk ryuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk&lt;br /&gt;Even if he is a computer generated scary lookin' monster.&lt;br /&gt;heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get this feeling that I'm supposed to obsess over the guy more instead of the computer-generated monster.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA WHO CARESSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Never goin' to get attached. wahahahahaha D&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna have to adopt my very own african kid and be surrounded by thousands of cats who are impeccably toilet-trained, trick-trained and children-trained.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, ain't sound so bad, actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116160334018711508?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116160334018711508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116160334018711508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116160334018711508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116160334018711508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/must.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116133437789709818</id><published>2006-10-20T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:52:59.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wonder which is worse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To NOT know what you're missing and miss it, and not care&lt;br /&gt;2. To have something and then lose it&lt;br /&gt;3. To have half a thing and know you can't have all of it eg. FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;4. To remain ignorant [linked to no.1, but is different as in that you are trapped in your own world forever with no one telling you what is happening and that you are ACTUALLY missing something]&lt;br /&gt;5. To have everything you want, but don't get anything you need&lt;br /&gt;6. To know you are supposed to act this way but you don't wish to, cuz it sux&lt;br /&gt;7. To have someone worry for you and cause you pain&lt;br /&gt;8. To have nobody care for you and also cause you pain&lt;br /&gt;9. To have no one have any use for you&lt;br /&gt;10. To have everyone vying for your attention and asking you to take on job after job, killing you slowlyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a hard decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116133437789709818?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116133437789709818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116133437789709818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116133437789709818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116133437789709818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-i-wonder-which-is-worse-1.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116125976706343814</id><published>2006-10-19T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:09:29.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After hearing what happened at school today from M.k, I am actually starting to feel disappointed that I didn't manage to go. Puberty, how i hate thee so.&lt;br /&gt;But hearing The Principal's voice REALLY shouting in the background when Francine and Franky called, was a totally new experience. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Okay, so I just went back to sleep, cos' I felt like shit. But anyway. Woooooooo. It was like, NEW. And DIFFERENT. Never hearin' the Principal scream so loudly before, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;One part of me felt really frightened and the other part was really amused, cuz I like experiencing new things. Yeah. Brings me back to primary school days, where I was probably scolded for being lazy or rude or stupid or forgetful or whatever without fail every week. Sighh.&lt;br /&gt;Totally wish I could do it again, but after three years of keeping such a perfect record, I wouldn't ruin it.. But Yimin was AWESOME. "MY MUM AND DAD ARE RICH AND I DON'T NEED THIS SCHOOL!" XDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I kinda wish the school went back to the lower sec days, when Mdm Oen was still there and didn't impose so many unnecessary rules and didn't take away Dress Down Day, which though was a very minor thing, was something to look forward to, cuz we could spend at least one day in the week in comfort. And Mr. Lau. ;___; He actually treated us with respect, though he was super scary and all that, but at least he had a REASON to.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I totally pity the Civil Defence guys. Poor chaps. Having to come to this school must be their worst nightmare EVER. Like for half of the poor chaps that came to our school to talk, like Mr. Shenton Way. NTSS is soooo not good for the self-esteem. I think that after all of us graduate ALIVE, we will have unshakeable self-esteems outside, cuz other than the paparazzi, nothing can be worse than the demonic aura of "Newtowners".&lt;br /&gt;bwahhaahaha. Going to see the video where Zhe Xuan humped the dummy. Male dummy. Woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116125976706343814?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116125976706343814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116125976706343814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116125976706343814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116125976706343814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/after-hearing-what-happened-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116107062095232081</id><published>2006-10-17T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:37:01.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to kill Francine.&lt;br /&gt;She told me I got a B after asking mr. tseng and what did i see on my lit paper? 37/50.&lt;br /&gt;murder. murder. KILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;not to mention one of the questions i got 23/25. band 1. hahaha.ha.haaaaaaaa. RAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh&lt;br /&gt;I AM NEVER, EVER GOING TO BELIEVE WHATEVER SHE SAYS EVER, AGAIN. EVEN IF SHE SAID THAT THIS THIS THIS TOLD HER. COS' OBVIOUSLY THIS THIS THIS CAN'T EVEN BE BOTHERED TO EVEN TELL HER THE CORRECT SCORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116107062095232081?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116107062095232081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116107062095232081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116107062095232081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116107062095232081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-to-kill-francine.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116100909384687873</id><published>2006-10-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:31:33.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a B for my Literature. And the highest was 40+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to kill myself. Or my soft toy, since killing people is greatly frowned upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, next time, whatever paper that clashes with Literature next year, even if its Bio or Amaths, I'm just going to sleep early and heck care, seriously, since it was because of that damnable thing called sleep deprivation that got in the way for me thinking properly for Lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bet I didn't even do well for Bio, so what's the point of studying until 3am in the morning when it's going to affect both papers in the first place. Might as well do well for one and fail one miserably than to do badly for both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116100909384687873?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116100909384687873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116100909384687873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116100909384687873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116100909384687873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-b-for-my-literature.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116090042904405277</id><published>2006-10-15T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:20:29.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna have to revamp my entire blog... Looks a complete mess and tagboard doesn't work. Ok it works, but I can't even remember my username -_-;;; I can't even keep my own blog organized. *dedd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But blogskins doesn't have anythin' nice anymore. So hard to find good stuff nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will happen if I type in Barbie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Oh. THIS IS PERFECTO. hurhurhurHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be very busssy busy busy. Hee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116090042904405277?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116090042904405277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116090042904405277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116090042904405277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116090042904405277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/gonna-have-to-revamp-my-entire-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116063840352021333</id><published>2006-10-12T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:33:23.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TAGBOARD WHAT ARE YOU DOING DON'T DIE ON MEEEEEEE!!!!! THERE ARE A HUNDRED OVER VERY MEMORABLE MESSAGES ON IT!!!!!!! RAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another day in the life of Chenting's brain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot, Amaths left tmr onlyyyyyy WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Goin high&lt;br /&gt;Actually no you're not you're just escaping the fact that you have to study for tomorrow's amaths&lt;br /&gt;Actually yes that's true....&lt;br /&gt;THEN WHY ARE YOU DOING IT&lt;br /&gt;Cos' it's fun?&lt;br /&gt;Ah I see&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANNA JOIN IN???&lt;br /&gt;Oh shut up.&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T ASK ME TO SHUT UP I'M YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;YOU'VE HAD TOO MUCH SLEEP GET TO WORK NOW before i choke something.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha I don't even need my Chenting Prime(ape)s to argue with myself now. But you know I still love you D&lt;br /&gt;Better do amaths now. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also better stop eating chocolate now before my brain goes into Hyper-drive.&lt;br /&gt;But it tastes so good :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116063840352021333?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116063840352021333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116063840352021333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116063840352021333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116063840352021333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/tagboard-what-are-you-doing-dont-die.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116054433635700012</id><published>2006-10-11T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:25:37.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised that the more tired I am, the more organized my thinking becomes.&lt;br /&gt;For Lit anyway, cuz I can only think about one thing at a time, or my mind might implode and become nothing more than a big soddle of waterlogged potato mush. You might even see stolen shinies floating around in it ^________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT RAGHHHHH HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO MEMORISE 14 CHAPTERS OF BIO AND STILL REMEMBER ALL THE EXTRACTS OF THE PASSAGES IN THE BOOK????? NOT TO MENTION THE PAGE NUMBER???? WHO DOES THAT??? In one day, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes, last morning a cockroach crawled over my arm.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;DIDN'T&lt;/strong&gt; scream.&lt;br /&gt;But I brushed it off in 1/3000 of a split second on to the sofa and walked away from my sofa in the same split second.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I REMEMBERED MY DEODERANT, AND IT'S ABILITY TO KILL. hurrrrrrhurr&lt;br /&gt;Then my bro, dunno how he did it, guessed that I wanted to spray it with my super Impulse deoderant that I use to spray insects more than myself and said "DON'T STAIN THE SOFA LAH."&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered that the sofa cost 1000+ dollars. Darrnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;And haha, even he didn't want to touch it. Had to wait for my maid to take it off. Thankfully she did that before my mum came out, or a scream fest will emerge from the middle of my living room. Physics teachers, so scared of living things....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116054433635700012?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116054433635700012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116054433635700012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116054433635700012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116054433635700012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-realised-that-more-tired-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116048369243982869</id><published>2006-10-10T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:43:33.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay...</title><content type='html'>Now this thing here? Is scarily accurate. For me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kabalarians.com/index.cfm"&gt;http://www.kabalarians.com/index.cfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kabalarians.com/index.cfm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out the real meaning of your name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your First Name of: Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the name Ting creates idealism and the urge to help others, we emphasize that it causes a restless intensity that defies relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the nervous system, and solar plexus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first name of Ting gives you a dynamic and highly strung nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a humanitarian and principled side to your character and will go out of your way to help someone if you feel there is injustice or unfairness. (actually that's kinda true XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often become involved in situations without any thought of the consequences. (AHAHA SO TRUE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are basically seeking truth in life and have a very analytical and questioning mind. (okay...how did they know that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being perceptive and intuitive, you often respond to your hunches, which can lead you into bitter experiences. (skdhfkafh THEY MUST BE PSYCHIC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love change, travel, and new opportunities and dislike monotonous detail. (....yep. Definitely psychic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you show enthusiasm over a new-found interest, you seldom finish the things you start. (Really, really psychic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, except the thing abt being high strung. How can I have Low neuro and be highly excitable at the same time? -_-;; And I thought I was too lazy to be dynamic and energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the heck is a solar plexus???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116048369243982869?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116048369243982869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116048369243982869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116048369243982869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116048369243982869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay.html' title='okay...'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116046056892174054</id><published>2006-10-10T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:09:28.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUILT</title><content type='html'>One of the great things about Clementi is that it's so close by.&lt;br /&gt;It has great stuff and lots of it is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time going there usually causes me a lot of pain, cos' you see all those people sitting near the MRT playing the piano and the like, with the box that collects all the money. And whenever I pass them without giving them anything, I start feeling this horrible sense of guilt cos' it's like I have all the money in the world(okay, not in the world, but u get what i mean) to buy comics and stuff yet I don't even take the chance to help them.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention it can last entire days. And nights. &lt;br /&gt;Which is probably why I bring extra money to Orchard, cuz I know that there sure will be someone who will ask fer help or somethin'. &lt;br /&gt;And then I get told off by my grandmother cos' I'm not supposed to give so much money away. She goes like, "If you don't want to donate, just refuse or walk away lah!"&lt;br /&gt;She makes it sound so wonderfully easy. Oh, how wonderful it must be to be like those rich tycoons who only see themselves in their wonderfully narrow-minded vision.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no, no it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulz, anyway, after physics paper today, where I left like half the questions blank or wrote crap, I beginning to think I need to seriously revise my physics ten times more than chem. Cuz in chem, I actually UNDERSTOOD what I was writing about 8D;; while in physics, I just applied formula without knowing what I was doing XDDD&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I found the chem paper easier than the physics paper should have meant something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fgfyjsgyf there's bio tomorrow. Better start revising now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116046056892174054?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116046056892174054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116046056892174054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116046056892174054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116046056892174054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/guilt.html' title='GUILT'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116036932473743838</id><published>2006-10-09T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:48:44.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chemmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>I mean, it's kinda predictable and pathetic to whine about this, but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already lost 5 marks in Paper 1, and... 15 marks in Paper 2. Yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I could do the mol for paper 2[THANK GOD FOR MY MUM], I completely blanked out on the salt question. And what the heck is geography doing in a chemistry paper anyway??? I'MMA LIT STUDENT DAMMIT thank goodness I watch National Geographic and Discovery Channel...&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. And cos' I didn't see that the Either Or questions were so easy, I left it till the last minute. Literally.I managed to do 4 of the questions in there in one minute. I'm so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all go to sub-science together! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Lena Ang is so much nicer anyway. &gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116036932473743838?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116036932473743838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116036932473743838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116036932473743838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116036932473743838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/chemmmmmmmm.html' title='chemmmmmmmm'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-116028095888447352</id><published>2006-10-08T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:15:58.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOGIC, PPL.</title><content type='html'>Today was such an utterly boring week that the voices in my head started acting up again. Not to mention ever since Ken lost his ring, they're arguing more than EVAR on whether Charmaine should have made such a big fuss on Ken losing his ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male side said,&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S JUST A RING YOU CAN BUY FOR FIVE BUCKS, FOR GOODNESS SAKE. And it is not the ring that holds the sentimental value of the relationship, it is the RELATIONSHIP itself that holds the sentimental value."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female side won, of course. What she said was,&lt;br /&gt;"I know the relationship is the one that is important, but the ring was a TOKEN of their relationship, so even though the relationship should not be broken up over something like that, he had absolutely NO RIGHT to lose it in the first place, since its like the importance of their relationship in physical form, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the male side shut up after that. Hahaha. Either that or I couldn't be bothered to argue with myself anymore. It's kinda tiring, ya know, arguing with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, I was supposed to post something about "LOGIC" that I thought of while studying chemistry yesterday, but since I still have 9 chapters to go, I'll do it tomorrow. For now, just look at the title of my blog and understand the signifance of THE Chen Ting Logic of the Not-Logic. Yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I confuse myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-116028095888447352?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/116028095888447352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=116028095888447352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116028095888447352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/116028095888447352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/logic-ppl.html' title='LOGIC, PPL.'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115995425951140567</id><published>2006-10-04T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T17:30:59.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEM PRAC</title><content type='html'>WOAH I PASSED MY CHEM PRACTICAL!!!!!!! Dammit man, if it weren't for the stooopid barium nitrate test I could have gotten an A....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WADEVA I PASSED. SAY IT WITH ME. I PASSED I PASSED I PASSED I PASSED I PASSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I remember why I study. Cos' achieving that standard just feels so goooooood. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason the fact that Sujia and Shermaine were the few who got the top made me feel a little how lian cos' they're from Lit. class...... I suck. 8D;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK MY EGO GOT REVIVED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115995425951140567?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115995425951140567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115995425951140567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115995425951140567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115995425951140567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/chem-prac.html' title='CHEM PRAC'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115970639501230263</id><published>2006-10-01T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:39:55.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rings!</title><content type='html'>When I went to church, feeling like crap because of chinese, it was really haertwarming to see that A LOT of other people also looked like crap because of their studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really made my day was my cousin's story, and why he looked even worse than crap.&lt;br /&gt;He lost the ring his girlfriend gave to him. Oh, that poor, poor fool.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but that wasn't what made me so amused. His girlfriend was SUPERRRR PISSED, for obvious reasons. So whe was like "I will give you one month to find the place I bought the ring and you have to buy two of them" and then "Oh wait, that's too nice, I think two weeks is better" and she cut it down to one week, and then one day, and finally, to 3 hours. So Ken was in school (Man, poor NUS high ppl, having to go to school on a weekend) when she called and he was "D: Shit.". And as soon as school finished, he practically "CHEONG AR!!" all the way to Orchard. :D&lt;br /&gt;And the only clues he had on where to find the ring was 1. The box holding the ring, 2. The shop could could be found in a mall, and 3. it was a place they went to before.&lt;br /&gt;And he and my other cousin went down the ENTIRE road of Orchard. From Cineleisure to Bugis to Plaza Sing. to Wisma Atria and so on. Now all the jewellers of Orchard know my cousin, cos' he was like "Do you know where I can find this brand of jewellery?" to EVERY SINGLE jewellery shop he could find. (not to mention there was one shop called "Larry" which was no help at all and my cousin went out of it cursing "DAMN YOU LARRY" XDDD) And the fact that the jewellery his gf bought was unlisted made it even harder. Out of the many, many, jewellers only a marvellous THREE had a distant recollection of where they had seen it before.&lt;br /&gt;And you know where he found the shop, after three and a half hours of searching? (yeah, he lost)&lt;br /&gt;Under an ESCALATER.&lt;br /&gt;And it was closed. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His girlfriend is so awesome. So not only is she witty, smart, really nice when she wants to be and (for the guys) really pretty, she has a REALLLLYYYY EVIL side too. Hee. And when I met her, I couldn't tell from the first glance. &lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story to all guys out there? If you want a girlfriend who is all of the above, prepare to face the "responsiblities" and the consequences that come along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if it was his wedding ring he lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115970639501230263?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115970639501230263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115970639501230263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115970639501230263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115970639501230263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/10/rings.html' title='Rings!'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115958773048281751</id><published>2006-09-30T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T11:42:10.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, run away</title><content type='html'>See Chen Ting run,&lt;br /&gt;See Chen Ting hide,&lt;br /&gt;See Chen Ting TRY TO COMPLETE 28 CHAPTERS OF CHINESE IN 2 DAYS AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ded*&lt;br /&gt;On a slighly more pleasant note, I reduced Punchbag Bob's 500O HP to 2500. hurhurhur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115958773048281751?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115958773048281751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115958773048281751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115958773048281751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115958773048281751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/run-run-away.html' title='Run, run away'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115953416078570459</id><published>2006-09-29T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T20:49:20.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighsssssssss</title><content type='html'>I went for Amaths tuition today, and I realised that ACS guys are friendlier and not so [&gt;:(] like New Town guys. And though quite a few of them are super smart, super sporty and super nice they ARE NOT ARROGANT AT ALL. &lt;br /&gt;lulz, totally contrasts with some of the idiots from the Normal who swagger around with their shoulders super squared thinking that they are super big when they are actually not. Okay, so they are relatively above average looking, and maybe their sports are also above average. Their studies suck yet they still don't do anything. In other words, they don't even HAVE the right to feel arrogant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that they are as gentlemanly and as nice as a vase is when people forget to change the water in them. Which means that the water in the vase goes stale, mosquitoes breed in them, the babies hatch and grow up to spread more irritation and misery around the world, and the cycle continues. How lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will seriously pity them when they go out to work. Or will they forever be trapped working in McDonalds as a cleaner? Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes seriously think that I will die when I go out to work too. When we go out to work, we compete with all the Raffles and AC people, and there will be no such thing as all the good people going into some IP and IB programme or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;We will end up competing against each other anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115953416078570459?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115953416078570459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115953416078570459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115953416078570459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115953416078570459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/sighsssssssss.html' title='Sighsssssssss'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115945667255622166</id><published>2006-09-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:17:52.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPRESSION QUOTA REACHED</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY OUTMAXED BY DEPRESSION QUOTA FOR THIS MONTH!!!!! WOOOOOOTTTT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cos' when I got back my emaths test with 36%, I felt a twinge of sadness and then after that, no more. Seriously. Nothing. Not even after realising that it would bring down my final year results, cos' I failed the last emaths test too. It's come to a point such that I study, do test, fail, so many times that my emotions kinda become dulled. Too monotonous. Too routine. Purpose kinda got lost on why I should do well after too many times. &lt;br /&gt;Even though nowadays I am literally drained of energy cos' I can't feel anything anymore, I am almost incapable of getting sad already. Great or not, I don't care. Seriously, now the only thing I care is to do well for Chemistry, Biology, English and Literature so I can do them in JC. The only thing that can make me upset again is I ever happen to fail Literature. oh Lord don't let that happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was what Mr. Loo meant when you "drop" subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most unfortunately, my character, slowly but surely, with every bit of stress, is being set back to default. Which happens to be: Bad-tempered, rude, critical, irritable, arrogant and at the same time feel sucky abt myself, lazy, careless, whiny, unsociable, snappy, talking endlessly with no sense and purpose, and not to mention, promotion from Complain-princess to Complain-Queen. Plus the added bonus of me being tired and no fun and half-dead and super dull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. I didn't realise until now that my personality in primary school was so crappy. No wonder I could never ever ever EVER get an Excellent. And got Goods instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my parents fail to take the hint and I end up shouting at them or like what I did just now, I criticized the lack of food to fill up the fridge after they got a big, new fridge. And I can't even blame PMS-ing now. Cos' I already did that. Even my PMS-ing period wasn't even as bad as now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And er. HOW DO YOU USE THE MICROSCOPE FOR BIO PRACTICAL???????????????? *ded*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115945667255622166?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115945667255622166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115945667255622166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115945667255622166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115945667255622166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/depression-quota-reached.html' title='DEPRESSION QUOTA REACHED'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115934413841831854</id><published>2006-09-27T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:02:18.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrmmmmm....</title><content type='html'>Man, I feel seriously bipolar today. Ouch. I going to set aside 5 minutes of my time later so I can be really super duper depressed later on about hopeless I am and how hopeless life is and how hopeless everybody is, and then later after being so depressed hopefully I will max out my depression quota and later return to my happy self. Yeahhh. Or maybe ten minutes. Or is that too long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that aside, I was thinkin' about Mun K.'s question.... "Why does God allow the Devil to do bad things to us?" and the whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking... Why not? When it all somes down to it, its not ours in the first place. Just as much as he blesses us and gives us a good life he has just as much right to take it away, I think. Prolly everything belongs to him with the exception of our soul, methinks. We have a choice on whether you give it to God or the world or the Devil. Okay, what the heck am I saying. The world's already taken over by the Devil, so in actual fact.... all those free-thinkers who are absorbed by the world's ways are kinda like givin' to the Devil, even if they don't know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna fail my stupid, STOOOOOOOOOOOPID chemistry practical. When they asked to add barium nitrate, and they asked for the elements in the anion, I immediately assumed and predicted that it would be sulphate(sulphur and oxygen). BUT THE STUPID EXPERIMENT DIDN'T GO BY THE WAY I EXPECTED IT TO!!!!! RAGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! R formed a white ppt, but S DIDN'T! NOT EVEN AFTER I ADDED NITRIC ACID!! And that time I started to get a bit worried, but I just assumed it was a mistake I made. So I did it AGAIN. And AGAIN. BUT I STILLL COULDN'T GET THE STUPID RESULT I WAS SUPPOSED TO GET!!!!! And then I panicked. Yep. Actually, panic as in I became super pissed because it didn't go by my way and now I didn't have anything to write as the answer. So I was so pissed I put iron as the element in the anion as the answer even though it was so obviously WRONG. MY CHEMICAL S SUCKS!!!!!!!!! I am going to say life is unfair, but that contradicts with the point I just made above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why my mum doesn't like chemistry and practical and forgot everything about it. NO LOGICAL STEPS!!! YOU CAN'T EVEN CHEAT!! At least in physics practical, you can already predict what's going to happen, so even if you get something wrong you can cheat and write the correct answer. Actually, now that I think about it, I did that for almost all the physics practical I did. Lulz, I remember once my mum did an experiment and I was able to predict correctly what would happen it she attached a shorter straw to a ballon. Oh, intuitive physics, the only part of her physics-genius gene I inherited from my mum. &lt;br /&gt;Too bad I totally fail at explaining why I predicted it would happen that way. And the understanding part of why it happened that way too. And not to mention the calculation part. Urkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me.... I asked my mum about mol calculation, cos' I fail at it, and she said that she couldn't remember, so during the holidays she read on how to do it again. Then I asked her whether she could do it, and she said "It wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be." and I was like "AIYAH MOL IS SO SUCKY IT HAS SO MANY CALCULATIONS AND IT IS LIKE PHYsiCS!!!" and my mum replied,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;It's because of the fact that it was like physics was the reason why it was so easy, actually :DDDDDDDDDD&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I've never hated mol so much until that instant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115934413841831854?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115934413841831854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115934413841831854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115934413841831854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115934413841831854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/hrmmmmm_27.html' title='Hrmmmmm....'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115910026287811568</id><published>2006-09-24T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T20:20:47.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>My mum won't allow me to write anything bad about anybody on my blog, and I don't like doing so either, so I decided to phrase it differently. Mr. C would be greatly recommended to read this since it concerns a good friend of yours, which I happen to dislike. &lt;br /&gt;Oh man, this is the first time I've remotely insulted anything on my blog. But I have to say it, or I won't be able to get it out of my system, so hopefully the way I phrased it won't make it sound that bad. I actually constructed an argumentative essay on it, but since it was too insulting, I had to do away with it. This is a personal dislike, so no offence is maliciously intended. Clear? And oh wait. I take full responsiblity fo the things I've said. Okay read it now go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me make it clear,&lt;br /&gt;all teachers dear.&lt;br /&gt;I only hate when there's a reason, &lt;br /&gt;so listen before you start to reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This teacher here &lt;br /&gt;telling us to go&lt;br /&gt;which was just fine really&lt;br /&gt;though we weren't really your class&lt;br /&gt;that was fine too&lt;br /&gt;As long as the other teacher &lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go early too.&lt;br /&gt;but you see, our teacher&lt;br /&gt;wanted to wait patiently&lt;br /&gt;for the others to move&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, such a nice man&lt;br /&gt;but that wasn't the point&lt;br /&gt;All you wanted &lt;br /&gt;Was your command, your voice&lt;br /&gt;To be heard.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter&lt;br /&gt;He was irritated&lt;br /&gt;Whether by your arrogance&lt;br /&gt;Or rudeness, no one could sense&lt;br /&gt;all we heard was his slight rebuke&lt;br /&gt;to your rather unsightly command(like some idol)&lt;br /&gt;"Walk yourself"&lt;br /&gt;an answer &lt;br /&gt;that pleased me no end&lt;br /&gt;it showed your that your rudeness&lt;br /&gt;would get you nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Even more when you're at the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;Have whined about you&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;Have talked behind your back&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've caught me, I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;But I could not regret&lt;br /&gt;What I had uttered.&lt;br /&gt;Because your temper and extreme schemes&lt;br /&gt;Plus that frowning personality&lt;br /&gt;And out of your mouth a language&lt;br /&gt;So alien&lt;br /&gt;I cannot bear to hear&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand.&lt;br /&gt;For methods to me&lt;br /&gt;That are extreme&lt;br /&gt;Benefit, not me,&lt;br /&gt;not anyone,&lt;br /&gt;and certainly not you.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go back to World War Two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a certain sadist&lt;br /&gt;under the field of chemistry&lt;br /&gt;oh, and biology too&lt;br /&gt;Freakishly perfectionist &lt;br /&gt;(conscientiousness ninety-nine D:)&lt;br /&gt;Standards way too high &lt;br /&gt;(For me, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;Pushes like crazy&lt;br /&gt;(I almost died, okay) However&lt;br /&gt;I can see that&lt;br /&gt;it's for our own good&lt;br /&gt;for that lovely shiny AAA* (:D)&lt;br /&gt;(Though I hate to admit it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even she with all&lt;br /&gt;her numerical numbered papers&lt;br /&gt;Organised neatly, with her fingers&lt;br /&gt;It kills us too&lt;br /&gt;but for the best of us&lt;br /&gt;(Most unfortunately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doing SQUATS&lt;br /&gt;When late for class&lt;br /&gt;the reason for it &lt;br /&gt;Kind of flies over me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what does it do?&lt;br /&gt;How is it beneficial?&lt;br /&gt;Strengthening our weak feeble thighs&lt;br /&gt;So we can run faster to class?&lt;br /&gt;My heart highly doubts so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is most irksome&lt;br /&gt;That shouting for no reason&lt;br /&gt;Is your temper and character unchanging&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE NOT EVEN TRYING! TRY, TRY, TRY!&lt;br /&gt;Is it too hard?&lt;br /&gt;Too blood-sucking for you?&lt;br /&gt;Then may someone save you.&lt;br /&gt;You push us,&lt;br /&gt;Shove us,&lt;br /&gt;but no one can shove you.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure&lt;br /&gt;with your education&lt;br /&gt;You do understand&lt;br /&gt;Anger gets you nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yet I see no effort &lt;br /&gt;In you following that&lt;br /&gt;You no longer have the excuse &lt;br /&gt;Of ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank goodness for this poetry&lt;br /&gt;this wonderful form of mockery&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone needs to defend&lt;br /&gt;this person here, this lovely friend&lt;br /&gt;Is really welcomed to do so&lt;br /&gt;This account might be too one-sided&lt;br /&gt;Too biased to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;Prove your point, but be sure to have&lt;br /&gt;some evidence on your hand&lt;br /&gt;Do it soon, before this disliking thing&lt;br /&gt;Gets way too much out of hand&lt;br /&gt;Disliking someone isn't easy&lt;br /&gt;Disliking someone isn't my favourite pastime, unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't gotten wind of who I was talking about, you need your eyes checked. I think I've dropped enough hints. And hopefully my points aren't as biased as I think they are. &lt;br /&gt;Feedback, as stated in poem, is greatlyyy appreciated. Even negative feedback &gt;_&gt; (No pun intended)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115910026287811568?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115910026287811568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115910026287811568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115910026287811568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115910026287811568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115907185175910002</id><published>2006-09-24T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:24:11.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hrmmmm.</title><content type='html'>For some strange reason I get this feeling I tend to weird people out and frighten them too, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why. Man, no wonder I find it hard to connect to people so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should be studying my Bio now. And update my links for my blog. And change the layout soon. Not to mention I should actually start asking my mum about physics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look! A cockroach! I'm going to spray it with my deoderant and see if it dries up like a snail will. And explode too. Hee. But wait. It has an outer shell.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115907185175910002?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115907185175910002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115907185175910002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115907185175910002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115907185175910002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/hrmmmm_24.html' title='hrmmmm.'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115874712596606423</id><published>2006-09-20T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:12:06.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i fee very uncreative</title><content type='html'>Now that I look at it, the title really, really sucks. Oh wellz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Untitled]&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the battle?&lt;br /&gt;Not human, all intangible&lt;br /&gt;to many, lies infallible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the war cry?&lt;br /&gt;From Morning, to obscurity&lt;br /&gt;Ground ablaze, all mortality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the coming?&lt;br /&gt;Where ancients, clash amenacing&lt;br /&gt;Come again, for the Judging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you see the coming rise&lt;br /&gt;Which side, dare you fraternize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all those English-impaired people out there, meanings are provided here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intangible&lt;/strong&gt;: Incapable of being perceived by the senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;infallible&lt;/strong&gt;: unfailing in effectiveness or operation; certain OR absolutely trustworthy or sure eg. infallible remedy, infallible rule((PLEASE DON'T USE THIS WORD THE WAY I USED IT IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE CONTRADICTING WITH THE WORD IN FRONT OF IT. As in incapable of failing to lie. SO PLEASE DON'T, DON'T USE THIS WORD IN THIS WAY.i'm like conducting an engrish lesson))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obscurity&lt;/strong&gt;: darkness, dimness, blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amenacing&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm sure you know what menacing is. And no, there is no such word as amenacing. I just wanted it to sound rhythmic |D BUT the meaning is still there anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fraternize&lt;/strong&gt;:to &lt;strong&gt;associate&lt;/strong&gt; in a fraternal or friendly way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have learnt 5 vocabulary words today. Congrajulations! Annnnd you figure the rest of the poem by yourself. It's kinda obvious, actually |D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115874712596606423?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115874712596606423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115874712596606423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115874712596606423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115874712596606423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-fee-very-uncreative.html' title='i fee very uncreative'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115859389273115941</id><published>2006-09-18T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T23:38:12.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we're just not allowed to be tired, are we?&lt;br /&gt;I think I prefer the world in my head, sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115859389273115941?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115859389273115941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115859389273115941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115859389273115941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115859389273115941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm....'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115841142314863177</id><published>2006-09-16T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:57:03.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babies.....</title><content type='html'>He almost fell while walking down the stairs. TWICE. DD:&lt;br /&gt;.... I almost had a heart attack before catching him. TWO heart attacks.&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to hold his hand while he goes down himself now. durrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;Or at least teach him a safer method of walking down the stairs..... or rather moving his butt down the stairs....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA IT WORKED. THE BUTT-ON-STAIR METHOD WORKED. But his legs aren't quite just long enough.... oh freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulz. At least he learnt some new things today(such as making music with metal spoons), courtesy of ME &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are so adorable (DO YOU KNOW HE CALLS HIS DAD "DADA" BUT HIS MUM "PAPA"???????  HAHAHAHA SO CUUUUUUUUUTE), but they are so heart-attack inducing. My neuroticism score would probably go up by 20 by the time I am 30 and have a kid. lalala oh well i don't care i'm gonna have one anyways&lt;br /&gt;And hope he doesn't end up like me. Yep. Because if his conscientiousness score ends up like mine, zero, I myself will be too lazy to force him to work.... &lt;br /&gt;Either I marry a guy whose conscientiousness is ten times higher than mine, or....&lt;br /&gt;u noe what i think i'll just work harder and up my conscientiousness score so i won't need to marry a guy like that yepyepyep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Get a HDB flat with no stairs when you have a kid. Yeahhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115841142314863177?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115841142314863177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115841142314863177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115841142314863177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115841142314863177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/babies.html' title='babies.....'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115840930280571258</id><published>2006-09-16T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:21:42.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTAY!??</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today my dad had a party at our house. I'm supposed to be a good host's daughter and talk to people, but this time round most of them were chinese people and I am Chinese-impaired.&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL.&lt;br /&gt;Another family came. With a baby. BAABBBBYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;I squeed and died.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I spent the entire time entertaining the baby.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be still entertaining him now, but I do not know what good games you can play while attached to the dinner table. Poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm just going to teach him how to hit things. Oh wait, I already did that. &lt;br /&gt;Now he is currently playing with a water balloon. Specially made by me. Burst-proof, squeeze-proof, and best of all, bite-proof.&lt;br /&gt;Hur hur. |DDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115840930280571258?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115840930280571258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115840930280571258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115840930280571258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115840930280571258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/partay.html' title='PARTAY!??'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115833073779515283</id><published>2006-09-15T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:32:17.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey Careteam!</title><content type='html'>So Care Team was at my house. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;We prayed for like, 20 minutes. Or for me, half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to ignore the part where my mind kept on drifting to other things when I was supposed to be talking to God. durrrrrr.... But I kept myself on track! But anyway I talked about stuff and some unrelated stuff like I always do but that didn't really matter cos' after that I felt happy and peaceful. Free and easy!&lt;br /&gt;And the unrelated stuff which reminds me of something... When Charmaine was studying for her A-levels, she told us that she and her friends destressed about talking about random stuff like how armpit hair was like really disgusting and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Told you it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;And Cheryl brought jelly. We ate it.&lt;br /&gt;I ate it.&lt;br /&gt;I got a STOMACHACHE.&lt;br /&gt;I was the ONLY ONE who got a stomachache. Which was even WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chia Lynn? Moral of today's story: DON'T EAT CHERYL'S JELLY ACKKKKKpptttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115833073779515283?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115833073779515283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115833073779515283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115833073779515283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115833073779515283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/yey-careteam.html' title='Yey Careteam!'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115773421628001749</id><published>2006-09-09T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:50:16.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I learnt something new today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-16047' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold; color:black; font-size:12px; cursor:default;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='width:155px; height:15px;'&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid #960000;'&gt;&lt;div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'&gt;Neuroticism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;x=79848xFb6E34#s1' target='_blank' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;'&gt;&lt;div style="cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:#FF0000; border-bottom:1px solid #960000; border-right:1px solid #960000; border-top:1px solid #FF6464; width:14%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColorStr='#00FFFFFF', EndColorStr='#FF960000');"&gt;&lt;div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'&gt;14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid #000096;'&gt;&lt;div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'&gt;Extraversion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;x=79848xFb6E34#s2' target='_blank' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;'&gt;&lt;div style="cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:#0000FF; border-bottom:1px solid #000096; border-right:1px solid #000096; border-top:1px solid #6464FF; width:54%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColorStr='#00FFFFFF', EndColorStr='#FF000096');"&gt;&lt;div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'&gt;54&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid #005A00;'&gt;&lt;div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'&gt;Openness To Experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;x=79848xFb6E34#s3' target='_blank' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;'&gt;&lt;div style="cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:#008000; border-bottom:1px solid #005A00; border-right:1px solid #005A00; border-top:1px solid #559F55; width:64%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColorStr='#00FFFFFF', EndColorStr='#FF005A00');"&gt;&lt;div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'&gt;64&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid #907300;'&gt;&lt;div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'&gt;Agreeableness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;x=79848xFb6E34#s4' target='_blank' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;'&gt;&lt;div style="cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:#FBD400; border-bottom:1px solid #907300; border-right:1px solid #907300; border-top:1px solid #FFF1AA; width:41%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColorStr='#00FFFFFF', EndColorStr='#FF907300');"&gt;&lt;div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'&gt;41&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid #500050;'&gt;&lt;div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;x=79848xFb6E34#s5' target='_blank' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; color:black;'&gt;&lt;div style="cursor:hand; float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:#800080; border-bottom:1px solid #500050; border-right:1px solid #500050; border-top:1px solid #956397; width:0%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColorStr='#00FFFFFF', EndColorStr='#FF500050');"&gt;&lt;div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'&gt;0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='width:300px; height:15px;'&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13659&amp;sh=y&amp;ms=y' target='_blank' style='margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;'&gt;Test Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13659&amp;sh=y&amp;ms=y&amp;ur=79848xFb6E34' target='_blank' style='margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;'&gt;Compare Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;x=79848xFb6E34' target='_blank' style='margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;'&gt;View Full Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-16047' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;'&gt;MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-21472' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;'&gt;MySpace Codes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-21613' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;'&gt;MySpace Layouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;'&gt; by Pulseware &lt;a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au' style='text-decoration:none; font-weight:normal; font-size:9px;'&gt;Survey Software&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are neither a subdued loner nor a jovial chatterbox. You enjoy time with others but also time alone. You are generally calm and composed, reacting moderately well to situations that most people would describe as stressful. A desire for tradition does not prevent you from trying new things. Your thinking is neither simple nor complex. To others you appear to be a well-educated person but not an intellectual. You have some concern with others' needs, and are generally pleasant, sympathetic, and cooperative. You like to live for the moment and do what feels good now. Your work tends to be careless and disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOh!!!1111111 I learnedh comething newe tonight! I actually have a sekrittt desire for tradition.LALALA man is there something wrong with the quiz&lt;br /&gt;BUt. The conscientiousneesses part of it is horrifyinglyy acutrtate. I GOTS A NIL PEEPLLE oh man nowondeara my mum sasy i never egt any work done cos shles toatlly right and is my tipiping going all rrong aghain damn i should sto[ keeping latte nights &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heeyyy i got &lt;strong&gt;73&lt;/strong&gt; for anger in the neuroti-watcha mathingy. lulz. mr. chan would probably get &lt;strong&gt;100000000&lt;/strong&gt; lalala oh wait you read my blohhg/ oh wadeva gonna say it AANYwaY!!!!!!!1111111111 i have a feelinhi imma gonna reagret ita ;ater but too tiered to care now wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav ea three no four or was it fice horribly written gamaticallt wrong entries thanka goodness mr. leong doens't aread this or he world be HOREFIED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115773421628001749?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115773421628001749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115773421628001749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115773421628001749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115773421628001749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-learnt-something-new-today.html' title='I learnt something new today!'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115772689484657816</id><published>2006-09-08T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:48:14.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wut.</title><content type='html'>So went for the Bio course. It wasn't particularly what I expected, and there wasn't any hands-down work I expected. But the guy who was teaching was a smart guy, so we managed to ask him some good questions and have them answered. But that was just the "neutral" part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I TOOK JUST TO FIND THE FRIGGIN' PLACE!?!????&lt;/strong&gt; First I asked the students where the science courses were usually held. So they said t11. And because David smsed me that the course was at t1111, I thought, "Hey, it has ones!" And thought it was the correct place. Then I walked. And walked. And you know what else I did? &lt;strong&gt;I WALKED&lt;/strong&gt;. I did ask someone along the way, but he didn't know, which wasn't exactly very surprising, considering the &lt;strong&gt;HUUUUUUUGENESS&lt;/strong&gt; of the place. Then I saw a teacher(whom I thought was a student from the way he dressed) and showed me the way to block 11. Then I walked, following his instructions,"Go to the end of t14 and turn right." So I did, and I saw t11A, so I was like, "er, 11A or 11?" So I walked on. And then I asked someone else. And he didn't know. Then I asked another guy that t11 was down the staircase. So I was thinking,"WHICH STAIRCASE?" But his face looked like it was smashed in and it looked scary ((&lt;strong&gt;OKAY OKAY I'M A HOrrible perSON BUT IT REALLY LOOKED LIKE A SNAKE BIT AND PULLED OFF HIS FACE&lt;/strong&gt; or something, I donnow)), so I walked on. And then I asked another two girls, who pointed me to 11&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T PEOPLE BE MORE SPECIFIC??????? okay it was my own fault for not bothering to read where to go on the paper BUT WHATEVER&lt;br /&gt;So I went into 11A. It was so scary and clean and &lt;strong&gt;QUIET&lt;/strong&gt; and all futuristic-y and all that, but it had AIR-CONDITIONING. Then I saw living, breathing, TALKING PPL in a science lab. I thought it was rude to barge in, but after a while I just gave up and went in. Thankfully they were coming out, so I could ask them. They didn't know either where the course was being held, but they told me it was probably at t1, not t11. And I was like,"&lt;strong&gt;DANGIT THAT HAD A ONE TOO&lt;/strong&gt;" and I had no idea how to go there and was half an hour laate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AT THAT MAGICAL MOMENT, A TEACHER WALKED BY AND SAID, "Where do you want to go? t1? Oh, I'm heading towards that direction." YOU HAD NO IDEA HOW I FELT AFTER BEING SENT THAT TEACHER FROM HEAVEN AND WHAT THE CRAPPY, SERIOUSLY. Except all I did was thank her gratefully, cos' I couldn't really go down on my knees and did what that retard Connor did to the lady giving out flyers; "THANK YOU JESUS! THANK YOU!" And all because she gave him a flyer. And he did that on Orchard road. Which was pretty comical, but with the number of people staring, SO NOT. So I finaaly reached there, cos' she helped me find out where the course was taking place by calling her friend on her handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS SHOWS THAT ANGELS EXIST, PEOPLE. EVEN IN THE FORM OF NERDY TEACHERS WEARING POOFY SKIRTS.&lt;/strong&gt; So you see, it was good that I forgot to look at the paper, and forgot to charge my handphone so I could sms David which block it was, cos' if I did all that, I wouldn't have met her, see? But yeah, at the same time I'm trying to console myself from the fact that I wouldn't have to go through so much trouble if I just wasn't lazy and went to check the paper with the venue before going, but let's just ignore that part, shall we? ((And no, I never do learn.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only Mun Keong, Anthony and David went. Kim and Kris reached the place, but like me, they couldn't find it and so they gave up and went home. And I think the rest forgot. urk. Totally forgot to remind them.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went out with M.k and Anthony. Which is a different chapter of my life altogether, and I'm gonna save it for Mr. Leong's online journal. Cos' it actually has LEARNING POINTS, unlike this experience that only involves silly whining and complaining. Except for the discovery that angels come in all forms, of course. And the "don't be lazy" learning point of it is hidden away somewhere in the entry, which I can't be bothered with, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115772689484657816?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115772689484657816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115772689484657816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115772689484657816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115772689484657816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/wut.html' title='wut.'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115747368887879075</id><published>2006-09-05T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:28:08.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>durrrr</title><content type='html'>I now have like, 3 Chen tings. Chen Ting prime(chia lynn), chen ting prime 2(hannah) and chen ting prime 3(geraldine). DAMMIT WHY DIDN"t I SAVE THE CONVERSATION&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I hardly go on MSN. I almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me geraldine told me something.....&lt;br /&gt;THEIR THINKING SKILLS WERE EVEN MORE HOPELESS THAN US. We've come a longggg way ya know. Like the time when the entire class of 4/3 except one failed Ms. Wong's Biology and they all had to march to the general office.&lt;strong&gt;MSG OF 8.9&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA Our role modelsssss. okay not relli i'm just kidding&lt;br /&gt;And the time Ms. Wong made all of them march to the bathroom together cos' she was angry and then a boy said he needed to piss so she said "If you all want to go to the toilet the whole class go march to the toilet together!" XDDDD And i would have kept on thinking that our class was horrible enough if she didn't tell me what happened last time. ohhhhmycrap now at least i noe why our school is out of band &lt;br /&gt;|D;;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey chialynny did you save the conversation on MSN? I have this sudden urge to be masochistic and post my embarassing moments on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115747368887879075?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115747368887879075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115747368887879075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115747368887879075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115747368887879075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/durrrr.html' title='durrrr'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115735460068268702</id><published>2006-09-04T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:23:20.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*bads word**bad word**bad word*</title><content type='html'>One day my grandmother will be the death of me! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;If she goes on one more time on how I have to work hard so I can get a big house and a big car and lots of money AND THE SHIT so I won't spoil my so-called "reputation" on whether I am well off or not and how my brother will have more because he's a guy and all that I am going to do many unpleasant-y things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it kinda amuses me on how my brother is going to get a big bungalow, a Mercedes car and brag to others on how much money he EARNS when he wants to work as a guitar teacher. ((THANK GOD HE WANTS TO, BECAUSE IF HE BECOMES WHAT MY GRANDMOTHER WANTS HIM TO BE I WILL HAVE TO KILL MYSELF STUDYING AND WORKING JUST TO PROVE HER WRONG. And he's someone who's not meant to be in the limelight anyway. I rather have a brother who earns sucky money and still be my quiet easily bulliable brother than be someone who earns a lot of money that I cannot bully. That would be the worst nightmare. Because it doesn't exist even as a nightmare. More like one of those bogthumping trogglehumpers that exist in the world of The Big Friendly Giant)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually come to think about it, proving her wrong has been one of my motivations for studying. No wonder I didn't feel like doing any studying lately, cos' she kept her mouth shut. Up till now, anyway. So actually, if it weren't for her, I would have given up on studying in primary school, if she didn't keep on comparing me to my brother in that bloody annoying way she has done ever since I entered primary school. Hmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is what you call really negative NEGATIVE feedback. Yeahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115735460068268702?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115735460068268702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115735460068268702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115735460068268702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115735460068268702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/09/bads-wordbad-wordbad-word.html' title='*bads word**bad word**bad word*'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115693521792622381</id><published>2006-08-30T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:53:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IMAGE IS COPYRIGHT CHIA LYNN. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;wtheck half it's face got cut off &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a much better way of advertising anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;And the picture actually finally fits the colour of my background. woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115693521792622381?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115693521792622381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115693521792622381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115693521792622381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115693521792622381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/08/image-is-copyright-chia-lynn.html' title=''/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115693257299947484</id><published>2006-08-30T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:09:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's day gifts</title><content type='html'>So after Chem ATP, rushed out, got picked up by my dad and was sent to Orchard. But before I reached, in the car, I wrote out the no. of teachers I would give my presents. It totalled out to 15.&lt;br /&gt;And each gift cost $2.20. Which might not seem a lot, BUT 15 TEACHERS AGHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;I am now $33 poorer.&lt;br /&gt;And since I realised the 80 cents origami paper was not enough, I went to the Art Shop on the top floor and bought some more origami paper. Which was $12.50.&lt;br /&gt;I am now $45.50 poorer. Plus 80 cents.&lt;br /&gt;There goes my three weeks of pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;And when I reached home, I realised I STILL missed out some more teachers. I rock.&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to make something special for Ms.Chan Lai Yong ((Yes, I am biased)) cos' she rocks and is super kind and listens to you and IS NICE. NIIIICCCCEEE. Okay, not only that, but you get what I mean. She even managed to get Renhao to bring out his potential even though he acted like he didn't cared about geog last year but he actually did. So Mr. Loo is right. She is like a mother hen.&lt;br /&gt;So I made a "shepherd's rod". It was supposed to resemble one anyway. I stole the stick from Ai Fang after the Lit project and it was of reasonable length for a shepherd's rod, until I snapped it when slicing the bark off it. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a barely one-metre shepherd's rod. Great. &lt;br /&gt;And I forgot to take the sandpaper from Rachel she stole from the D&amp;T room, so I was like "FREAK" UNTIL.&lt;br /&gt;Now my brother is going to kill me for using the sandpaper he uses for his nails.&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't very well wash it with water, cos' mould will grow and all that, so I used my facial toner, which happened to be lying next to me very nicely.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. Teacher's Day's only once a year anyway. And today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;OH CRAP MY TONER HAS PURIFIED WATER. PURIFIED, BUT STILL WATER ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;Will the chemicals be enough to kill the  mould trying to grow in it? DDDDDD: It has a lot of acids. Er.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to cover it with glue and hope for the best now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115693257299947484?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115693257299947484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115693257299947484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115693257299947484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115693257299947484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/08/teachers-day-gifts.html' title='Teacher&apos;s day gifts'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115678108328799225</id><published>2006-08-29T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T00:04:43.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHYYYDGYY DO NBLOOGER EAT MU LINKSSSSS?????????//&lt;br /&gt;http://chialynnnn.deviantart.com/gallery/&lt;br /&gt;*weeps8 IF IT ALSO EATS THIS&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;gonna cry and write freoiikin syupid derpressing poems now D:::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115678108328799225?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742490.post-115678058056030586</id><published>2006-08-28T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:56:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ddfsb</title><content type='html'>wAiiirttt wherew atry my linkSSS!!///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36441657/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/37756270/?qo=10&amp;q=by%3Achialynnnn+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are in macaberer and horroerr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this nebee the gallereerr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chialynnnn.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thar we arwe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115678058056030586?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742490.post-115677981628154928</id><published>2006-08-28T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:43:37.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durr.....</title><content type='html'>OKAAAAY I was supposed to link people and all that but because I am lazy and a procrastinator I haven't. *headdesk* And because Mr. Chan has found my blog, I will have to master my poetry so I can make use of the art of subtle insult. But wait, if you don't understand the poem below...... AHAHAHA I HAVE ALREADY MASTERED THE ART OF SUBTLE COMPLAINING.&lt;br /&gt;..........you don't know what I'm talking about do you?&lt;br /&gt;And yeahhhhh I actually wanted the Neopets Eye Candy picture to go along with it, so I went to Neopets to get the pic.... Annnnnnd created a new account and started to play again oh goodness someone save meeeeee&lt;br /&gt;At least Pokemon is over. Er. HEY I HAVE A POEM WRITTEN FOR THAT TOOO but I'm not going to put it. I'm gonna pass outin like 5 minutes and i still haven't done th elilterature [project durrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I'M ADVERTISING CHIA LYNN'S STUFF HERE FOR ALL WHO DON'T KNOW HER SHE'S AN AWESOME ARTIST AND STUFF GO SEE HER WORKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. NOW.&lt;/strong&gt;  hy i went throught that bolded pert without a single spelling ,istake woot i roclk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36441657/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/37756270/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK OUT HER GALLErY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chialynnnn.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you depressed morbid people out ther who like ccol stuff. yes jason i am looking at u you depreesing giy&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm also gonna create a devianrt acount an  be a noooooob and post mynoob stufg yey.&lt;br /&gt;wonder what i should draw nestt? porbebley one to accompany my eye candy poeem yah cos i am too k,lazety to searbh for th neopstx one mmhhmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnd i change my mind abt the voldey backgroung thing cos' it don't represent my mopdd cos he is do be whiney snd angsty and angry and negative feeleing studdff i don't lije it and it don't match thet itle of my blog anywas so I am goinnsafinnnd a crazzeee one yeahaahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA i feel HIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!!!!11111111111&lt;br /&gt;sleep is ferthe rweaaaaak&lt;br /&gt;*paesses oyuyt*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115677981628154928?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115677981628154928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115677981628154928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115677981628154928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115677981628154928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/08/durr.html' title='Durr.....'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-115642250625787419</id><published>2006-08-24T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:28:26.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH CRAP</title><content type='html'>HAHA I HAVEN'T UPDATED THIS THING IN TWO MONTHS. I think pokemon emerald totally short circuited my brain or something. So. Since like church camp was like two freaking months ago... what should I write? Hmmm.....AHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: DO NOT READ IF ONE HAS WEAK STOMACH. Or just can't stand poetryyy. Er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY WOrLD VIEwww&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy on a stick!&lt;br /&gt;Eyeball on a stick!&lt;br /&gt;Candy-covered eyeball on a stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick lick lickety!&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum yummity!&lt;br /&gt;Its sugary makes me go all sickety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little chemicals!&lt;br /&gt;Deadly chemicals! &lt;br /&gt;Fill my mouth with maniacals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill kill enamel!&lt;br /&gt;With thy caramel!&lt;br /&gt;Bacteria powered by Duracell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitten eye a lookin'!&lt;br /&gt;Into souls a starin'!&lt;br /&gt;All the souls blackened by the sinnin'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annd I didn't write this poem while thinking about the Neopets eye candy. No. I did not. /////LIesssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because Joan was so kind as to magically enlighten me with her prescence on MsN, I have decided to change my blogskin to one with Voldemort. The one that desperately needs a nose job. Yesss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-115642250625787419?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/115642250625787419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=115642250625787419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115642250625787419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/115642250625787419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-crap.html' title='OH CRAP'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-114940915809001342</id><published>2006-06-04T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T16:19:18.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEEK'D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://spacefem.com/quizzes/geektime&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spacefemmites.com/limg/0606/geektime/gk-90.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA I AM SO AWESOME. |DDDD &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who create these sort of quizzes are real bored... But they freakin' rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-114940915809001342?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/114940915809001342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=114940915809001342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/114940915809001342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/114940915809001342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/06/geekd.html' title='GEEK&apos;D'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-114898812414376636</id><published>2006-05-30T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:24:32.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for a change.</title><content type='html'>Axel's hair is funkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://pics.livejournal.com/hitori/pic/0003y6pe&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Organization XIII member are you? Find out &lt;a href=http://oritsuru.com/quiz/o13 target=_blank&gt;Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not manipulative, what. I AM smart, not manipulative. Just like to be in control.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT GHEY. SO NOT GHEYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY.Yesterday, when I was returning home from Orchard, this freaky nerdy depressed guy just plunked next to me and brushed against my side. So, you know what people always say. Get up and find a new seat. But that was just running away, and like hell was I going to let him think he scared me. So I decided to play a little personal game. I wanted to see how long it would take before he made a direct movement so I could sock him in the face and scream and charge him for molest. So I moved away a bit, but not too much, so he wouldn't think I was scared or whatever. I took my bag and "shoved" it into his arm, not too roughly, but enough for any decent guy to get the hint. He STILL didn't get the hint. Obvious pervert. But since my bag now separated us a bit, it didn't matter that much. So what he tried to do was to move his arm so he could try to like "brush" against me accidentally on purpose, so when he did that I pushed my bag against his arm ACCIDENTALLY OH NOES. But he still didn't move. You know when the bus turns, they always take this as an excuse to ACCIDENTALLY lean on you WHOOPS. So whenever he tried to do that, I rammed my bag into his side. It was awesome, really. I wanted to laugh, but that would just make it too obvious. And whenever the bus leaned in the other direction, I shoved the bag further between us. He still didn't move, but the gap was at least getting bigger. I obsereved his movement through the reflection from the window, so whenever he moved I moved too, without really looking at him. I hoped I freaked him out with my awesome "psychicness". XD So this continued for like 40 minutes and he FINALLY moved his hand to SOMEHOW seem closer to me. So I took this chance to stab him in the arm further. Haha ass. So his hand really didn't touch me after all. Then when I reached my stop I had all this GO DIE GO DIE aura all around me and I said with my most d00m voice "EXCUSE ME." And he quickly moved away to let me pass. So, VICTOLYYYY!!! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness, these sort of guys are so pathetic. They face a bit of resistance and they are already thrown off guard. Fun experience, and it gave me something to post about, too. WHEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, happily told my parents about my awesome game winning, and instead of clapping for me, they scolded me instead. "YOU SHOULD IMMEDIATELY GET UP AND TELL THE BUS DRIVeR LALA.." Like I didn't know that. But if I did that, that would be no fun and will give indication that I've lost to him before I've even started. Sometimes parents are so much harder to deal with than depressed loser perverts. Pssht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-114898812414376636?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/114898812414376636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=114898812414376636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/114898812414376636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/114898812414376636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-time-for-change.html' title='It&apos;s time for a change.'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-114406806491700580</id><published>2006-04-03T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:41:05.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="330" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorders&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA Narcissicm is only that high? &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed. Wait. I don't manipulate people or lie to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could, really. Lie to myself, I mean, not manipulate people.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' that would totally be mean. Who'd want to do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-114406806491700580?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/114406806491700580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=114406806491700580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/114406806491700580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/114406806491700580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/04/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-114182028260777574</id><published>2006-03-08T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:18:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE IN FOREVER</title><content type='html'>I UPDATED. I UPDATED.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA ONE MORE DAY AND I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Oh whyyyyyyyyy did they have to give the report book on wednesday before the chemistry test whyyyyyyyyyyyyy now my ego is so inflated i can't concentrate on it. blargh. And to think that Kieran Leong wrote "if she continues to be humble she will be able to achieve more." XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD ONLY IN CLASS. I MAY BE BELITTLING MYSELF ON THE OUTSIDE BUT BELIEVE ME, INSIDE I'M REJOICING SO HAARDDDDD. And nobody can be proud in class, believe me, not when Lyn has 7 freakin As to boast of. BUT NOW THAT I'M AT HOME WITH NOBODY TO COMPARE TO, I FEEL SO PROUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD AHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;And since I am in such a heavenly mood, you can have a specially edited picture. By me. But it's more for Nana. YOU BETTER LOOK AT THIS OR I KILL JOO I TELL YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ACTUAL FACIAL EXPRESSION OF KADAJ WHEN HE HEARD HIS "MUMMY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/kadaj15.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to chemistry now |DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-114182028260777574?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/114182028260777574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=114182028260777574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/114182028260777574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/114182028260777574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2006/03/update-in-forever.html' title='UPDATE IN FOREVER'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-113463040473763631</id><published>2005-12-15T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T15:06:44.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE R DUNCE EXTRAODINARESSS</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, me and Rachel went shopping for Christmas presents. Rachel came too early, while I woke up at ten and only just started changing when she came.Then we went to Holland V., and then Rachel was like: " I think we should get off at this bus stop.... " in the voice you use that NOBODY BELIEVES. And the fact that I totally thought that 75 turned into Holland V. and NOT go straight on. BUT HAY THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT IT DID. XDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND IT WAS SUCH A LONG DISTANCE FROM ONE BUS STOP. And the fact that there was CONSTRUCTION going on with DUST AND NOISE BILLOWING FROM ALL SIDES DID NOT HELP. AT ALLLLLLLL. And throughout that journey back, Rachel was cursing at me and going "I TOLD YOU SOOOOOO YOU DINDERHEAD". Well, except for the dinderhead part, the rest is all true. EXCEPT of course saying "I THINK WE SHOULD GET OFF HERE" is totally not saying. THAT IS THINKING. VERY DUBIOUS THINKING, CONSIDERING THE FACT SHE ONLY WENT TO HOLLAND V BY BUS ONLY ONCEEEEE. RAWRRRRRRR. AND EVEN BETTER. WE SAW A DEAD BIRD  DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: NOT THE THING YOU'D WANT TO SEE AFTER YOU GET LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we shopped. And i had to go exchange malaysian ringgit for her. And I totally should have included service charge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to plaza sing. And when we went on the lift we saw Basil and Alistair, talked for a while and THEN realised it was going DOWN instead of UP. And then we recalled the bus stop experience and Rachel started bitching at me all over again |DDDD Not that I cared anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, today me and Rachel saw another DEAD BIRD. What ON EARTH IS IT WITH DEAD BIRDS IN DECEMBER???? TIS' THE SEASON TO BE DYING????????? I THINK NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful experience the holidays have been. Or not. |D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-113463040473763631?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/113463040473763631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=113463040473763631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/113463040473763631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/113463040473763631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-r-dunce-extraodinaresss.html' title='WE R DUNCE EXTRAODINARESSS'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-113249393771065948</id><published>2005-11-20T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:38:58.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeymath</title><content type='html'>American 8th grade math is so easy it makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 9/10 correct!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francine was totally lying when she said that the standard for math in America was uber high, since the entire syllabus consists of mainly algebra. FRANCINE, ADMIT IT, YOUR MATH JUST SUCKS LIKE POOPIES. ESPECIALLY ALGEBRA &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-113249393771065948?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/113249393771065948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=113249393771065948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/113249393771065948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/113249393771065948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2005/11/yeymath.html' title='yeymath'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-113189128596046706</id><published>2005-11-13T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:14:45.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KADAJ AND BIBBIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 40pt; font-family: Comic Sans MS"&gt; I LOVE MY NEW BACKGROUND PICTURE. SO MUCH. &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-113189128596046706?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/113189128596046706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=113189128596046706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/113189128596046706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/113189128596046706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2005/11/kadaj-and-bibbies_13.html' title='KADAJ AND BIBBIES'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-113040835296955603</id><published>2005-10-27T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T18:19:13.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aegfsrkunh AC</title><content type='html'>THOUGH I MAY NOT HAVE SEEN ADVENT CHILDREN YET, WHICH I WILL AND WATCH IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN, I HAVE SOMETHING YOU GUYS DON'T HAVE; &lt;strong&gt;KADAJ'S PASTRIES AND YAZOO MILKSHAKES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that, you Nanatic a.k.a Metrosexual Yazoo fan. Not that I am not a fan of Yazoo [['Am a total fan of Yazoo's hair XDDD]], but I like Kadaj more. BECAUSE HE IS SO UBER CUTE. AND INSANE. DON'T CALL HIM KIDDY. **** YOU. &lt;br /&gt;((you can intepret the 4 stars as anything you want. :D))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't get that stupid Yazoo SK II products commercial out of my mind ((COURTESY OF ,OHMIGOSH, NANA)), so I'll probably get down to it and post it here soooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;This post was brought to you by the campaign of Practise Good Insanity. Because a little insanity is good for your health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-113040835296955603?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/113040835296955603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=113040835296955603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/113040835296955603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/113040835296955603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2005/10/aegfsrkunh-ac.html' title='aegfsrkunh AC'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-112926713217056987</id><published>2005-10-14T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T13:20:33.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF EXAMS OVER</title><content type='html'>EVERYBODY MUST AND HAS TO AGREE THAT EXAMS SEND YOU KADAJ-KAASAN-COMPLEX INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR I WILL COME AFTER YOU AND PULL YOUR BRAIN OUT THROUGH YOUR NOSE AND LET YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS LIKE. &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-112926713217056987?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/112926713217056987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=112926713217056987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112926713217056987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112926713217056987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2005/10/wtf-exams-over.html' title='WTF EXAMS OVER'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-112842022804457733</id><published>2005-10-04T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:03:48.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am SUCH A LOSER</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be studying Biology.&lt;br /&gt;And here I am searching for Kadaj wallpapers.&lt;br /&gt;I am such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;Argh... I'll just get the wallpapers from Ken... the Kadaj fanboy freak ._.&lt;br /&gt;I WORRY SO MUCH FOR HIS SEXUALITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dear people, have you ever seen a guy who is perfectly straight go gaga over a guy who looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/kadaj5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--wallpaper taken from dreamofthephoenix when surfing at deviantarrt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no. Girls, yes, but guys.... NO. Just.... no. Kadaj is incredibly hot and screams "I AM A SEXY BASTARD AND YOU'D BETTER KNOW IT" practically throughout the whole movie but a guy CANNOT go insane over him.&lt;br /&gt;"KADAJ RAWKS!!!! KADAJ! KADAJ!" ((oh wait, or did he say that Kadaj is hot? dammit, can't remember..))&lt;br /&gt;"Er... Ken, only girls are allowed to fangirl over him... you sound like some gay fanboy when you do that..."&lt;br /&gt;*PAYS NO HEED AND CONTINUES FANBOYING* "I DON'T CARE, KADAJ RAWKS!!!"((just gonna put 'rawks' anyway because if i put 'Kadaj is hot' i will homo-gaydify Ken even more))&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help him. He fanboys over Kadaj more than I fangirl over Goku.... WTH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-112842022804457733?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/112842022804457733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=112842022804457733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112842022804457733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112842022804457733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-such-loser.html' title='I Am SUCH A LOSER'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-112840834159529310</id><published>2005-10-04T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:45:41.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;id=96"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://guru.theotaku.com/results/96_Vincent_Valentine.jpg" alt="Quiz Result Provided By: theOtaku.com." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;id=96"&gt;What FF7: Advent Children Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by theOtaku.com: &lt;a href="http://www.theotaku.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Done right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is... something wrong with this.&lt;br /&gt;I got Cloud a few times, but after pondering and answering honestly....&lt;br /&gt;I get Vincent. &lt;br /&gt;Which is even more wrong than WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-112840834159529310?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/112840834159529310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=112840834159529310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112840834159529310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112840834159529310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2005/10/wot.html' title='Wot?'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-112597937257378079</id><published>2005-09-06T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:02:52.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanficcie and randomness</title><content type='html'>What the heck? I have 305 hits for my story, but only 17 out of those 305 people actually take the time to review it? &lt;br /&gt;The people of Fanfiction.Net are getting lazy. -_-;;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting scared of that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And random statement of the day: People who stay out longer in the sun age faster because of their contact with UV rays. AHAHAHA Take that Chia Lynn! Being fair rocks!!!! Note: Especially basketball players. They age very fast as they spend a lot of time under the sun. (So we should be calling Ken OLD MAN instead of young man!!! XDDDD) Today's Geography lesson rocks because I get to find out about these things. Hooyeah~~~ Old Man Ken... YES. XD He is so going to suffer wants I get to church and tell Judith about it. tease~~~ X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-112597937257378079?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/112597937257378079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=112597937257378079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112597937257378079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112597937257378079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2005/09/fanficcie-and-randomness.html' title='Fanficcie and randomness'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-112588909316860802</id><published>2005-09-05T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T11:01:43.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Orleans</title><content type='html'>Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just... excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/start article]&lt;br /&gt;HURRICANE KATRINA DESTROYS NEW ORLEANS&lt;br /&gt;DAYS BEFORE "SOUTHERN DECADENCE" 8/31/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHILADELPHIA - Just days before "Southern Decadence", an annual homosexual celebration attracting tens of thousands of people to the French Quarters section of New Orleans, Hurricane Katrina destroys the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Southern Decadence" has a history of filling the French Quarters section of the city with drunken homosexuals engaging in sex acts in the public streets and bars. Last year, a local pastor sent video footage of sex acts being performed in front of police to the mayor, city council, and the media. City officials simply ignored the footage and continued to welcome and praise the weeklong celebration as being an "exciting event". However, Hurricane Katrina has put an end to the annual celebration of sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the official "Southern Decadence" website (www.SouthernDecadence.com), it states that the annual event brought in "125,000 revelers" to New Orleans last year, increasing by thousands each year, and up from "over 50,000 revelers" in 1997. This year’s 34th annual "Southern Decadence" was set for Wednesday, August 31, 2005 through Monday, September 5, 2005, but due to massive flooding and the damage left by the hurricane, Louisiana Governor Kathleen Blanco has ordered everyone to evacuate the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past three mayors of New Orleans, including Sidney Barthelomew, Marc H. Morial, and C. Ray Nagin, issued official proclamations welcoming visitors to "Southern Decadence". Additionally, New Orleans City Council made other proclamations recognizing the annual homosexual celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Although the loss of lives is deeply saddening, this act of God destroyed a wicked city," stated Repent America director Michael Marcavage. "From 'Girls Gone Wild' to 'Southern Decadence,' New Orleans was a city that had its doors wide open to the public celebration of sin. From the devastation may a city full of righteousness emerge," he continued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans was also known for its Mardi Gras parties where thousands of drunken men would revel in the streets to exchange plastic jewelry for drunken women to expose their breasts and to engage in other sex acts. This annual event sparked the creation of the "Girls Gone Wild" video series. Furthermore, Louisiana had a total of ten abortion clinics with half of them operating in New Orleans, where countless numbers of children were murdered at the hands of abortionists. Additionally, New Orleans has always been known as one of the "Murder Capitals of the World" with a rate ten times the national average. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We must help and pray for those ravaged by this disaster, but let us not forget that the citizens of New Orleans tolerated and welcomed the wickedness in their city for so long," Marcavage said. "May this act of God cause us all to think about what we tolerate in our city limits, and bring us trembling before the throne of Almighty God," Marcavage concluded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[God] sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust." (Matthew 5:45)[/end article]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of what these so-called [sarcasm]christians[/sarcasm] have said, I am so sure that a whole lot of people(atheists and such) are going to start criticizing God and his 'benelovence' and saying how He's gone overboard. This is the Pharisee and the sinner story all over again. Looks like some people never change and will always think that they're correct and righteous. It seems that as much as we look at it, humans never change, be it 50 years, 500 years or even 5000 years. The world is as corrupted as ever. Yey. I feel like in such a good mood now. Seriously. The people who wrote this article should stop and get on with their 'righteous' lives and see how wrong they are. I'm starting to think that they're the descendants of the Pharisees. Urgh. Their acting as if that they are equal to God and have a right to judge on who ought to die and who doesn't. One word: Fools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-112588909316860802?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/112588909316860802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=112588909316860802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112588909316860802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112588909316860802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-orleans.html' title='New Orleans'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-112450326878859653</id><published>2005-08-20T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T10:06:02.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaiden scans eeeeeeeeeee~!</title><content type='html'>Ohmigosh &lt;a href="http://www.anisoncentral.com/rfbanri1.html"&gt;Gaiden scans&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am changing my picture. Goodbye, Hakkai matrix. I shall miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist. Months with no Seiten has left me insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-112450326878859653?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/112450326878859653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=112450326878859653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112450326878859653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112450326878859653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2005/08/gaiden-scans-eeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Gaiden scans eeeeeeeeeee~!'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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-7742490.post-112332023388406650</id><published>2005-08-06T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T17:23:54.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Fye rocks.</title><content type='html'>And now Fye is my new pretty. Because he's so pretty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/SankuuFluff/Fai_Kuro.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the blue suit is Fye, and Kurogane is the one with the black hair, if you don't know who they are. Which you should.&lt;br /&gt;(Damn he smiles too much)&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I think of Xellos whenever I look at Fye.... and Hazel. Hazel is such a transsexual -_-;;; Which normal guy where's high heel boots, a gown which looks like a dress and has nicely combed back hair which is nearly shoulder length???? And those hips! They're as pronounced as mine!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kazuya Minekura must be thinking of guys and girls at the same time when she is drawing Hazel... if not how could he end up like that, seriously???? &gt;&gt;;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742490-112332023388406650?l=buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/feeds/112332023388406650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742490&amp;postID=112332023388406650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112332023388406650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742490/posts/default/112332023388406650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buried-dreams_saiyuki.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-fye-rocks_06.html' title='And Fye rocks.'/><author><name>CT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990660099970278542</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>
