<?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-5746310</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:49:56.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2003-A levels</title><subtitle type='html'>B-O-R-I-N-G.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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>952</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746310.post-8622270200344260470</id><published>2006-12-15T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T15:08:56.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've moved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tinezzz.wordpress.com"&gt;www.tinezzz.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Very &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt; if you guys are feeling irritated at so many url changes. *heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So relink okay?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-8622270200344260470?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/8622270200344260470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=8622270200344260470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/8622270200344260470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/8622270200344260470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/12/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-5406302897761645561</id><published>2006-12-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:44:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW</title><content type='html'>Handphone, that is. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a $150 voucher from m1 weeks ago and couldn't get my arse up to use it. Realised that tomorrow's the expiry date, and rushed to compass point with my mum to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i've got a black N6288. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only bad thing is, i forgot how easily finger marks are being left on black casing and it definitely sucks. I should've chose the white one! *grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, being bored (while waiting for bleach episode 106 to load), i googled &lt;em&gt;how to get rid of fingerprints on handphone casings&lt;/em&gt; and got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" We're sorry&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but your query looks similar to automated requests from a computer virus or spyware application. To protect our users, we can't process your request right now. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever do spywares or viruses google this for? Shouldn't they be googling like ip addresses or gullible pc users etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;[edit: 12.22AM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am getting cynical about friendships nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking people out for a specific reason, cannot possibly ask that person 'don't tell anyone ok?' right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you say can, then can &lt;em&gt;lo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if you spilt up the groups of people you are meeting, but how can purposely hush hush one? Must be honest and say one day cannot meet so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that was the intention but i misread it &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I am not going to care much about these things already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i know full well, who are the people i want to keep in touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I think my period is coming real soon. So cranky recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I love and hate my new phone &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: Who subscribes to m1? m1 subscribers should know there are 3 m1 numbers which you can call out to for free, if you tell the operator within three working days. So if you are, tell me okay? Then i can have another reason to pester you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz i don't want to waste my free outgoing call to you ma!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-5406302897761645561?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/5406302897761645561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=5406302897761645561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/5406302897761645561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/5406302897761645561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/12/new.html' title='NEW'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-4465009321309121518</id><published>2006-12-14T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:43:49.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPIRIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_52uzNzbAOGg/RYC9JsFX9mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPibKquMMVc/s1600-h/47b6cc28b3127cce98548bed799e00000027108BYsW7dy0cy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008210759786165858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_52uzNzbAOGg/RYC9JsFX9mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPibKquMMVc/s320/47b6cc28b3127cce98548bed799e00000027108BYsW7dy0cy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I absolutely adore these three things from Espirit. The two belts and the horizon perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shot of the perfume looks nice, doesn't it? Took it in secret, as i'm not sure whether espirit allows photography in the shop. And lo and behold, i forgot to off the flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the flash and took the two photos of the belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_52uzNzbAOGg/RYC9JsFX9nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DX52NOKsk9Q/s1600-h/47b6cc28b3127cce98548beef8ad00000027108BYsW7dy0cy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008210759786165874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_52uzNzbAOGg/RYC9JsFX9nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DX52NOKsk9Q/s320/47b6cc28b3127cce98548beef8ad00000027108BYsW7dy0cy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see the last photo, whereby veron and dy are helping me to hold up the belts? The brown/gold belt in veron's hand is fantastic!! I love the design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. When i get my pay, i'm going to ask dora for her discount card and buy these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i could do with some xmas presents too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_52uzNzbAOGg/RYC9JsFX9oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n19-ZcZjCb8/s1600-h/47b6cc28b3127cce98548bef799c00000027108BYsW7dy0cy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008210759786165890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_52uzNzbAOGg/RYC9JsFX9oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n19-ZcZjCb8/s320/47b6cc28b3127cce98548bef799c00000027108BYsW7dy0cy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-4465009321309121518?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/4465009321309121518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=4465009321309121518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/4465009321309121518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/4465009321309121518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/12/espirit.html' title='ESPIRIT'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_52uzNzbAOGg/RYC9JsFX9mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPibKquMMVc/s72-c/47b6cc28b3127cce98548bed799e00000027108BYsW7dy0cy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746310.post-3707995535890736913</id><published>2006-12-11T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:43:16.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh?</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why i'm online now. Lols. For the past few months, i couldn't install my modem into my computer. And i've no idea how i got an internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, i uninstall everything (modem, adaptor, router) and tried to reinstall everything. Turns out i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i couldn't install the modem, which results in no internet connection. And a router needs to have an internet connection. Oh my god. I nearly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messaged mel, and miraculously, i am online. He asked me to connect modem to router, which i did. Then take lan cable, and connect router to computer. Then when i'm configuring the router, need internet connection &lt;em&gt;ma&lt;/em&gt;. And the stupid setup wizard says router is not connected to internet and keep asking me to on and off the modem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like... =.=. Then i clicked on 'start', and 'connect to' and just clicked wireless network connection. And. The router was configured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though the monitor of the adaptor says that the adaptor is not associated with the access point (i've no idea what it's about either), i am online. Though everything on the launch bar says i am not connected to the internet, i am online. And god knows how this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thing is, I AM ONLINE! BWAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT another sucky thing is, i couldn't access my own blog. I asked around and everyone says the loading was fast. I couldn't even open the page. I could only view it if i sign in to blogger, and goes to template to preview my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This's such a long rant, cuz i'm totally amazed by how i am connected to the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach, here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-3707995535890736913?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/3707995535890736913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=3707995535890736913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/3707995535890736913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/3707995535890736913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/12/eh.html' title='Eh?'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-4235372859590120159</id><published>2006-12-09T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:42:50.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senses@Vivo</title><content type='html'>Went to vivocity@habourfront with senses on thursday. =) It was a surreal experience. Every shop was so frigging big that they terrify me. I worry about whether i would still be 18years old when i manage to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, we went to sweet recipe to eat. Besides cakes and brownies, they serve good food! Main courses and appetizers. Not bad. =D And i realised that i actually love cheesecakes! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/214373/PC070303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/743703/PC070303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before veron came, we were busy camwhoring in... the &lt;strike&gt;toilet&lt;/strike&gt; restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/84262/PC070297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/27874/PC070297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLs. We tricked the tap by placing the rubber band directly under the sensor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/566401/PC070310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/351708/PC070310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I've no idea what gotten into me. Dy says it looks like porn, but i, like you, have no idea why too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/693921/PC070298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/676652/PC070298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oops. First failed photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/209164/PC070323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/215303/PC070323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposedly a candid shot, but ah wells. They were killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The camwhores&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/440723/PC070333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/275940/PC070333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- veron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/283502/PC070331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/65910/PC070331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/360482/PC070318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/210251/PC070318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/576384/PC070332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/894589/PC070332.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/981674/PC070348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/5251/PC070348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, do i still need to say? Senses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there's this limit as to how many photos (or rather, the total size) of photos you could post. So yeah. There're more funny photos like how dora and veron tried using the urinal (for kids) in the restroom, my big nose (with bigger pores) and so on. All uploaded into shutterfly. Buzz over if you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really sorry, if the loading of this page has been wicked due to the amount of photos i uploaded. Think the previous blog template doesn't help either, thus the change. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned my room up and down today. Moved the bulky table out and now the room is so empty. Gonna repaint the room and buy a new table and shelves for my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise i've got so many books for someone who's so poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eh, don't give me the rubbish that you are also poor. My family's monthly income adds up to only 1000+ and the money goes fully into supporting a family of 5 aye? 3 growing children of ages 18, 17 and 15. I've friends who rebutt me by saying they're not rich either. I was like &lt;em&gt;eh but you could afford air tix back to singapore from wherever-you-are-studying like twice or thrice a year lei. &lt;/em&gt;And got the reply &lt;em&gt;but very cheap what, each two-way tix costs only 1000+. &lt;/em&gt;Like fuck. Your one trip could fund my whole family for one month.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy a nice big shelf for my beloved books. A nice big cheap shelf. Any &lt;em&gt;lobang&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a weird mood nowadays. *scuttles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a sense of humour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glumbert.com/media/consent"&gt;http://www.glumbert.com/media/consent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-4235372859590120159?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/4235372859590120159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=4235372859590120159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/4235372859590120159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/4235372859590120159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/12/sensesvivo.html' title='Senses@Vivo'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-3550397163423590290</id><published>2006-12-07T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:42:22.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Photos</title><content type='html'>Finally, i got the usb port from my friend and managed to upload all the photos into the computer. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived promptly at 6pm+ at marina mandarin hotel and thought we were late. But turns out, we were early. Cuz the dinner started at only 8pm ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before it all starts, we were all busy photowhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/688365/PB300078.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/510023/PB300078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, i think i look okay in this photo, therefore it's up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/962542/PB300091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/277505/PB300091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/420900/PB300075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/690904/PB300075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beloved! =D *muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/516337/PB300077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/813520/PB300077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, i know i'm short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/446829/PB300089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/46463/PB300089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A myopic view of how the whole thing was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;During dinner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/514677/PICT0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/514677/PICT0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/676322/PICT0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone from S1 who attended, i think. Most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/223453/PICT0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, shaun trying to be funny, by taking a photo of me. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/207189/PICT0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/147747/PICT0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yet, another one.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/1600/59887/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7640/203/200/45143/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With the crab, king of all craps. Smartass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like blogger has got a limit as to how many photos per post. Anyways, this is also as far as my eyes could take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos are all uploaded onto my shutterfly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i attended the concert hosted by ABC Stout beer at the indoor stadium together with lymon, colin and tingz. Mayday, pin guan and two other weird guys. The organisers were smart to put mayday right at the back. Cuz if mayday was the first to perform, the indoor stadium would be 70% empty after their performance, i guess. Wasn't high till like 10pm++ when mayday appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last near-the-first-quarter-of-my-life, i thought those people who jump and scream at concerts are fanatics of the bands/singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of them last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a fan, but not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; crazy. And there i was, screaming, jumping, yelling. And considering we were at a sector which ain't so high (unlike those directly under the stage), there were only me, tingz and 2more girls standing up getting high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, MAYDAY ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert lasted all the way till 12pm. Started from 8pm. Crazy, eh? We waited for a looong time before we took a cab. Yeah, there were lots of cabs. All on call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had to take one which &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; on call, but the guy 'fly his airplane'. Think he took another cab. And that cab driver was damn pissed. And weird. Bluffed us where he live, told us that he can drive home first then we drive back ourselves. And tingz was crapping with him all the time. =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lymon stayed over again, cuz we all hadn't enough money to send him all the way to yio chu kang. And we slept at like, what, 3am+?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i woke up at 730am today. For work. Freak. Worked till 1pm. Did some stuffs and rushed over to meet senses @ vivocity. That place is ... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked and shopped and crapped. And ate at sweet secrets, whose moist chocolate cake was oh-super-duper-SWEET!!! &lt;em&gt;Sugoii!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took lotsa photos too. But i've no energy left to open them in the Paint.program, save them again as JPEG files in order to reduce the file size from 1.something MB to a few hundred KB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me. I slept only 3hours plus. And tomorrow, i'm working again, from 1-9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...My...God...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-3550397163423590290?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/3550397163423590290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=3550397163423590290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/3550397163423590290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/3550397163423590290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/12/prom-photos.html' title='Prom Photos'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-6412887404530738326</id><published>2006-12-06T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:41:48.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outing with pre-u sem SG17 today. =) Dined at billy bombers, and it was my first time there, along with a couple of others. We gave our first times to each other. *sweet. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great, laughing all the way. With a few weird 16-year-old waiters. =S I think we were rather rowdy in there. And they insisted i'm from mainland china. People often mistake me for being from philippines, malaysia, indonesia etc etc. But never china. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think people who place great importance on money are weird. Someone who'd rather do a job he dislikes for 20, 30 or even 40 years just for the sake of earning the few more thousands dollars per month. How can you be happy, and remain sane, if everyday you just report to the place you positively hate? I bet one would crack after a year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you are being practical, that the thought of earning a great deal of money makes you happy, even when you are doing something you are disinterested in. Am i naive, or are you naive? I think that sooner or later, you'd come to realise that money ain't everything; your sanity and happiness are more important. Money can only get you a therapist and some happy pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i am the naive one, for thinking that one should still pursue after passion and interest over profits and gains in today's society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really do not get it. How can one be happy with tens of thousands dollars, earned from a job he detest??? Can money really sustain person's sanity? Can money really bluff the heart into thinking that &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really am befuddled by the thinking of some around me. And i really am expecting that one day, they'd turn back and say &lt;em&gt;hey justine, you're actually right. i've so much money in my bank, but i ain't happy at all.&lt;/em&gt;  And maybe, just maybe, they might add on &lt;em&gt;do you want to have some of the money?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-6412887404530738326?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/6412887404530738326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=6412887404530738326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/6412887404530738326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/6412887404530738326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/12/outing-with-pre-u-sem-sg17-today.html' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-852634511166649046</id><published>2006-12-04T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:41:11.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past two days, had been dealing with some family matters. Thus, i missed going out with wenz and the 4A reunion last night. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realised i haven't got the time to shit for the past two days. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, i'm going to work. Yes! Finally. Work. Back to the dental clinic. Strictly part-time though, cuz i wanna try out other jobs - sales, relief teaching etc. Speaking about relief teaching, i registered with MOE (ministry of education) and they approved! So now, all i've to do is to wait for BNSS reply. And maybe gotta try the few schools near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make this post-exam holiday worthwhile. Earn lotsa money, gain different experience and have fun! =D I just hope i won't turn into the workaholic i am after O' levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working till 6pm today at aljunied. Heard from my mum that they have renovated the whole dental clinic and now it is bigger! *tweet~ Might be catching a movie with lymon afterwards. Lol. That lucky guy, he's only going into NS on 12april. Aha, he only got his enlistment letter like days ago? And all of us were speculating whether he was born intersexual and his parents decided to raise him as a male but entered 'female' in his birth cert. Hm. Ok, it was my speculation, with everyone ignoring me afterwards. =( Haha! But i think it's a funny joke &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I feel the urge to shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I still can't figure out how to load the photos in the digicam i borrowed from my friend into the computer. Gotta ask her some time. Lotsa photos coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;[update: 11.55PM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home. Open season is very nice. Dinner comprising of one big piece of chicken chop was very delicious. The conversation that followed was very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sounds rather mono. now. So happy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple things bring the most happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-852634511166649046?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/852634511166649046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=852634511166649046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/852634511166649046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/852634511166649046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-past-two-days-had-been-dealing-with.html' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-2452901531430495079</id><published>2006-12-01T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:40:43.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>Was... rather boring. 'Cept for two embarrassing moments for me. Which i'm not going to say here, cuz what for embarrass myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to one of the saloons near my house to do my hair and makeup. Rushed home, changed and met up with tingz and yu, along with lymon. Yongtao's mum came to fetch us =) It was a squeeze at the back for the 4 of us! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached marina mandarin hotel. We were on time (6PM), and the dinner only started at 7.30PM. So we just stood around, chatting and taking lots of pictures. Esther was actually embarrassed that she's wearing makeup and stuffs, that she refused to take pictures. LOLs. Could see she was rather uncomfy throughout the whole thing. =( She kept saying she missed home, and in the end, she got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. We got to our table. Manda, jensen, lymon, bryan, tingz and i were sitting at table 9, along with 6 S18 peeps. Wenshan that crazy girl was there too. But quite &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt;. Initially we already indicated that our class sitting arrangement would be 8per table (cuz there are 16 of us, and each table can sit 10people). I really wanted to kill the person who planned the sitting arrangement. Wth, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner started. Not bad. But after the first embarrassing moment of mine, i lost appetite. What a waste. Plus, my bad throat's acting up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i felt that there should be more games to be played for the nominated prom kings and queens. So that they can interact more &lt;em&gt;ma! &lt;/em&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was just... &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like that lo&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. There was the inter-jc pageant thingy, where the prom king and queen of each jc would compete &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. The emcee was boring, though i can't say i would do a better job but he's an emcee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heng&lt;/em&gt; that the atmosphere at our table was alright. Warmed up quickly to each other. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended at 10PM+. Started taking photos again. People, send me all the photos with me inside please! Aha~ Bryan took us up to the hotel room the prom committee booked. The night view on the balcony was NICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, went to pan pacific hotel The Atrium to relax. It was sorta a bar. Drinks were expensive. Damned. But i think at bars and pubs, drinks are all &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; expensive, so manda, don't feel bad for taking us there! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerald Sun - $17 (without GST and service charge. I can't imagine prices of stuffs after the GST hike). Forgot what's in it. Gin, rum, pineapple juice &lt;em&gt;blablabla&lt;/em&gt;. Can't taste the alcohol. It only tasted like cough syrup. Maybe i've gone off my alcohol stint. Back to nerdy justine, who doesn't drink. And i broke a glass there - raymond's drink. =X Good things are, he finished his drink and they didn't ask us to pay for it. They were damn efficient &lt;em&gt;la! &lt;/em&gt;The glass knocked onto the floor, broke and they came in the next second taking up the glass and wiping the floor clean. Without a word. *speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130AM. Home together with yongtao, tingz and lymon. Dad's friend came to fetch us. =D &lt;em&gt;Sugoii&lt;/em&gt;! Lymon came over my house to get his stuff and we just sat there talking endlessly after i tried to wash my hair (you'll see why when i upload the photos). Chatted till 2AM/3AM++ and we actually just fell asleep. =.= Woke up at 7.30AM this morning and he went home to pack his stuff for his secondary school chalet. He's so gonna die from lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And argh, spare me the one-eyebrow-raised-look when you read that lymon stayed over. Like, god, nothing happened, man. It feels weird, when i know people are so conservative even till today. Guys take photos with girls, they stand like there's a pole in between them. =p I think guys and girls can be close friends without anything happening between them. =) Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to clear up one misconception, though you might think i'm crazy, wild and open-minded, i don't believe in casual sex man. I think i overheard something but i don't know whether i was dreaming cuz i was damned sleepy, but argh. Spare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did i digress to this topic anyway. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-2452901531430495079?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/2452901531430495079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=2452901531430495079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/2452901531430495079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/2452901531430495079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/12/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-4787215575994362267</id><published>2006-11-28T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:40:12.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2S01 chalet</title><content type='html'>Man, the chalet rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining cats and dogs when we reached there at 1pm++. Rained all the way till 4plus. Still raining. Cooped up in the room upstairs playing risk! Lost once again, while trying to conquere asia &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Lols. Decided to start the bbq under the shelter instead of out in the open air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire started easily, cuz there're pros at hand! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; of food. Bbq-ed like &lt;em&gt;siao&lt;/em&gt;. Mr ho and mr koh arrived in the evening. Scared us silly with their horror stories. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms tan EY and mrs wong arrived later, and they brought a whole tray of watermelons! ^-^ Obviously, while some of us were listening to the horror stories in the open air (it's stopped raining by then), the others were having a civics and moral education inside. Oki, don't really know what was it about. Aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 11pm, only me, lymon, yu, oli, manda, jensen, raymond, wei sheng, colin, bryan, pohchong, shaun and peggy were left. Oli arrived like damn late, when all the food's finished and almost everyone's gone. Lols. She came to the chalet &lt;em&gt;machiam&lt;/em&gt; only see us and sleep. And eat mac. Yeah, we ordered mac in the middle of the night, cuz all of us are lazy to walk the 50metres or so. Ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't sleep at all. Scared silly by the stories. And shaun started telling us the differences between christians and catholics. Yu and i felt something freaky and we die die also won't sleep. =S In the end, i still succumbed to it, while she stayed up till 5plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get a good night sleep. Totally shagged. Just reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man, it was a good chalet. =) Good friends, good food, good company. Though it's short, but darn, it's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Only bad thing is, go chalet shouldn't zonk out at 10pm &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;! Everyone should be staying up, sitting in the room and talking cock. Instead, we had to creep around and talk softly. A bit &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt;, but still, it didn't spoil the fun! Bwahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;[update: 10.19PM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I slept from 4pm+ till now, and i'm still sooo tired! Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, shaun reminded me of the taxi driver who drove me, him, lymon and tingz to coasta sands. We started talking in malay language and got rather befuddled. Then the taxi driver (obviously can hear us talking right) taught us malay. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bobo &lt;/em&gt;- porridge. That's the only new things i remembered. There's the &lt;em&gt;kawan, makan, aku, awak &lt;/em&gt;etc. I'm too stoned to remember any others. *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the chalet could last longer! Then we can have more fun!!! LOls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-4787215575994362267?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/4787215575994362267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=4787215575994362267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/4787215575994362267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/4787215575994362267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/2s01-chalet.html' title='2S01 chalet'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-3201034491830383757</id><published>2006-11-26T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:39:40.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U&amp;I</title><content type='html'>It takes just a fleeting glance from you&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel self-conscious&lt;br /&gt;A slip of a word or two&lt;br /&gt;I dwell over them&lt;br /&gt;All day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea&lt;br /&gt;Why when or how&lt;br /&gt;I allowed this to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frown&lt;br /&gt;I smile&lt;br /&gt;I sigh&lt;br /&gt;I'm I&lt;br /&gt;Cuz&lt;br /&gt;Of&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of emo-ing. Anyway, noticed a patten up there? ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad got into a car accident. =(( And he wasn't even driving. Haven't seen him yet, but mum said one side of his face was swollen and he seemed to have injured his leg as well. Thank god he ain't hurt seriously, but damn, that certainly sucks. On the bright side, at least he'll get to rest for a few days. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingz's mum came over to help marinate the chicken. And they bought too many chickens. So we decided to make some stew chicken for those who are lazy to bbq. Let's hope i don't finish them all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet tomorrow. Till tuesday. Lols. Yeah, kinda short but ah wells, can't have it in december (cuz some are having family vacations) and can't be too long (cuz of prom on thurs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be a very packed week. I still haven't gotten my shoes and bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i get red heels to match the red necklace i've got, or just wear the white heels? Hm. Whichever it is, i'm going to get super high heels. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingz showed us her dress and she had on make up. She is so pretty! *swoons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;[update]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY. My dad just reached home. And his eye is swollen like... a ping pong ball. No. Make that a tennis ball. And it's really a BLACK EYE. I've never seen a black eye before, i thought it was just an exaggeration. But it was really black. Sooty black. Charcoal black. Oh my. Thank goodness he's not seriously injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. My mum just bought socks for me. And i was like, &lt;em&gt;eh but i don't need lei, cuz no school already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-3201034491830383757?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/3201034491830383757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=3201034491830383757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/3201034491830383757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/3201034491830383757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/u.html' title='U&amp;I'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-5817113201705007577</id><published>2006-11-25T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:39:09.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to wisma atria with mummy today. Bought a dress. Shucks. There better not be anyone wearing the same dress as me, it'd be so... =.=''' Went into daniel yam and the dresses' designs are very nice and sweet. But didn't buy from there, cuz it's overpriced and no point since like 50% of the girls would prolly be buying from there. Everyone keep telling me that. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, parkway sakae sushi with liting, her bf, yi and tracy. =3 My appetite really has shrunk! *happy. And yay! Shopping again next friday with them! 3cheers for tracy (and her staff discount)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Lymon still couldn't find a suitable blazer. Poor boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-5817113201705007577?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/5817113201705007577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=5817113201705007577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/5817113201705007577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/5817113201705007577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-to-wisma-atria-with-mummy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-315483982563381665</id><published>2006-11-24T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:38:35.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure as a teenager</title><content type='html'>Fuck. I can't believe i had this arguement with my mum about the prom dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;M: Sunday we go out with your dad to buy your dress kay?&lt;br /&gt;I: Don't want &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, sunday friends coming over to help marinate chicken and maybe movies.&lt;br /&gt;M: Okok, then i ask your dad to give me $200 later.&lt;br /&gt;I: &lt;em&gt;WAH LAO&lt;/em&gt; no need so expensive till $200 &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;! My budget is $50-80!&lt;br /&gt;M: Later you find something you like very much &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I: &lt;em&gt;Siao&lt;/em&gt;, then don't buy &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;M: Can wear on normal days also &lt;em&gt;ma&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I: &lt;em&gt;Siao la&lt;/em&gt; normally also don't wear until so expensive. I think even $50-80 is expensive &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;. Don't want don't want, don't get so much money. I won't buy so expensive dress. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this argument normally go the other way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a fucked-up teenager. Rejecting money!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's mini-outing at hougang mall's NTUC Fairprice was pretty fun. *hee. Went out with yu, raymond, lymon and pohchong to buy the stuffs needed for chalet on coming monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially we got most of the food and stuffs needed. Wanted to get marinated chicken for convenience sake, but just couldn't find it in fairprice. Lymon thought it might be in cold storage and we were like &lt;em&gt;okay... hm so let's put all these things back (since we've all the time in the world) and go to cold storage (compass point) to buy.&lt;/em&gt; But it was really too idiotic to do all these. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we retreived back what we just returned to the shelves (which is only half the amount of items!) and paid. Lunched at mac and decided to put the things at weisheng's house before going to compass point. It was raining like HELL. Weisheng was kind enough to bring us umbrellas. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very fun sharing umbrella with lymon. =D And cuz i am short enough, he could put his arm (holding the umbrella) around my shoulder to shelter both of us better. =.=''' HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to stay in weisheng's house for awhile till the rain subside. (And the whole time reminds me of last year's PW period. LOLs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started playing RISK! First encounter with it. Yu and i played together as a country. We were the white army. Damn. We nearly conquered the whole of asia when pohchong (betrayer!!) and lymon wiped us out. Poh chong said he'll concentrate on conquring africa &lt;em&gt;lo&lt;/em&gt; and he already has the whole of australian continent &lt;em&gt;liao lo&lt;/em&gt;. In the end still attack us. In war, there's no allies, only gains. =( LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we shopped for an hour and played risk for 4hours. LOLs. In the end, we went home after deciding that i would marinate the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yu and raymond are coming over on sunday. Happy feet after marinating! Anyone wanna join?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-315483982563381665?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/315483982563381665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=315483982563381665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/315483982563381665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/315483982563381665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/failure-as-teenager.html' title='Failure as a teenager'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-6292099143087704572</id><published>2006-11-23T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:37:57.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when the whole world seems to be criticising you on mindless things and you are one who gets easily upsetted by people's opinion on you, it's always lovely to know that someone would gladly put down everything on hand to stay by you and comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. =) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A levels' ended. *hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel craig as james bond. Great. Storyline changes rather fast. But action packed, exciting and got &lt;em&gt;chio bus yandaos&lt;/em&gt;  to watch. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-6292099143087704572?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/6292099143087704572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=6292099143087704572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/6292099143087704572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/6292099143087704572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/sometimes-when-whole-world-seems-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-927970273136572146</id><published>2006-11-22T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:37:28.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizzzzzza</title><content type='html'>From now on, i shan't rant on about my brother. Is it obvious how much i detest him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must seemed incredulous, that there could be such intense dislike in a family. But he screws up the order in the family, to put it mildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you guys couldn't understand, but i'm not sorry for my feelings towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note! Lymon came over this afternoon, cuz poor him's alone at home. Parents out, brother's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio MCQ-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order pizza hut. 2regular pizzas for $19.90 (which adds up to $20.90 after gst O_o). *burp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he got stuck to the ps2 in the later part of the day. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-927970273136572146?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/927970273136572146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=927970273136572146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/927970273136572146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/927970273136572146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/pizzzzzza.html' title='Pizzzzzza'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-1735093611561995226</id><published>2006-11-22T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:36:47.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe firmly in &lt;em&gt;you reap what you sow, you earn what you deserve&lt;/em&gt; kinda principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want respect, earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want trust, earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pointless, to keep on going on defending yourself, when everyone knows what you have been up to. Really. And the more you rant on, the more you mumble, the more obvious that you did what we thought you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i could really safely say, though my brother is part of my family, i don't like him. I can't trust him, nor respect him. It's useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have high expectations for people around me, and i come down hard on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand people with no driving force, no motivation to work hard. I am intolerant of people, whose ears are laden with unheeded good advice. I dislike people, who throw silly tantrums that are way before their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am somehow a perfectionist. (Yes, spare me from all the bullshit about how i shouldn't speak badly about others, cuz i ain't a saint myself. But this's my blog, and i am perfect here, or more perfect than you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally detest it, when people leave doors open to air-conditioned rooms. Like, close it can't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's things like this, which requires minimal common sense, that get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next time, i would be a very difficult person to live with. I think my kids would hate me next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hold your chopsticks properly, can't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you read a book a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you memorise the ten words you are supposed to from the dictionary every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buck up, and get the As, won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close the door! Can't you see the aircon's on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using the computer. Have you any idea what's the time?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you guys prolly shouldn't worry about my 'emo' posts. Cuz really, my bad moods dissipate really fast. =) I just need to let it all out, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sizzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Went to borders with lymon yesterday. =) Bought lord of the flies (it's like everyone knows this book, but who's actually gotten down reading it?) and we need to talk about kevin. Decided to put james frey's my friend leonard aside for awhile. Wait for the price to drop etc. Cuz i've got a feeling that biographies of people who've been to jail/done drugs etc are great books. The first one normally is. Then when i move on to the second book, it starts to sound fake, whiney and melodramatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-1735093611561995226?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/1735093611561995226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=1735093611561995226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/1735093611561995226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/1735093611561995226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-believe-firmly-in-you-reap-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-3091454842076912179</id><published>2006-11-20T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:33:20.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In-between entertainment</title><content type='html'>I don't mind people not spending time with me. Not at all. What i mind is, when they ask me out just to fill up the empty time slot(s) between programmes. For half or one hour, they request my company. In the name of... spending time together? Catching up? Then after awhile, zoom they're gone. Without informing you beforehand, without telling you during and just giving you an apologetic smile before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say, if i am alone with that person, i would be alone after he/she left. And i would look so fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you think i am petty, or weird, or bitchy. But i think you are the one being bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fancy being someone's in-between entertainment. I don't like feeling like something which you call up to waste some time with before going off to do something supposedly more &lt;em&gt;worthwhile&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if you call me up for lunch or dinner, and afterwards proceeding to work/study. But i don't care much of the company if you are really just plain &lt;em&gt;using&lt;/em&gt; me to while the time away. Like, no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the popcorn you run out to get during intervals of a movie. Heck no. Even the popcorn would be able to accompany you through the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Now i'm sounding like a grouchy old lady, constantly moaning about how bad life is. It's not really like this. But i just have to encounter some sucky people and spend suck-ier times with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberate me from suckers, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neat! I found this while blog hopping. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 1: GO &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?svnum=10&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;lr=&amp;q=studying&amp;amp;btnG=Search"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; OR &lt;strong&gt;ANY WEBSITE&lt;/strong&gt; THAT HAS LOTS OF PICTURES. I THINK THIS PAGE DESCRIBES MY CURRENT SITUATION QUITE WELL. WHICH IS ALSO WHY I’M TYPING LIKE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 2: COPY AND PASTE THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;javascript:R=0; x1=.1; y1=.05; x2=.25; y2=.24; x3=1.6; y3=.24; x4=300; y4=200; x5=300; y5=200; DI=document.getElementsByTagName("img"); DIL=DI.length; function A(){for(i=0; i-DIL; i++){DIS=DI[ i ].style; DIS.position='absolute'; DIS.left=(Math.sin(R*x1+i*x2+x3)*x4+x5)+"px"; DIS.top=(Math.cos(R*y1+i*y2+y3)*y4+y5)+"px"}R++}setInterval('A()',5); void(0);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTO THE ADDRESS BAR.&lt;/strong&gt; THAT'S RIGHT. JUST COPY AND PASTE THAT INTO THE ADDRESS BAR. THE ADDRESS BAR IS THAT THING THAT SAYS HTTP:// AT THE TOP OF YOUR BROWSER. MAKE YOU SURE DELETE EVERYTHING THERE WHEN YOU'RE PASTING THE CODE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;STEP 3: BE AMAZED AT THE WHIRLING SHIT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-3091454842076912179?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/3091454842076912179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=3091454842076912179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/3091454842076912179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/3091454842076912179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-between-entertainment.html' title='In-between entertainment'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-2357325405151378630</id><published>2006-11-17T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:32:33.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lone</title><content type='html'>The idea of going back to the long-abandoned detached cocoon is very enticing. I would give anything to fling everything away and lock myself in my house for days. It's getting very tiring, to interact with humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think life's a play, humans the actors and world the stage. I thought everyone had their own designated roles, with dialogues written up way beyond Time began. What i didn't know, is that the script could be ever-changing. What you received at the start, seemed to unravel and reveal more mystery as time passes. Scenarios and actions which you haven't seen, and most probably unexpected. You adapt, you switch roles. Sometimes, you couldn't read the lines. Sometimes, you forget the lines. There are times, whereby you flip the script close and lie against your conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i had a good script in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i was, giving a dazzling performance. I knew my lines well. Yet, words get thrown back into my face. I turned around. There was no one there to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was performing to an audience, which doesn't exist. No one know the effort i put in, adapting to the roles that were constantly evolving. How hard i tried to memorise the lines that were given to me last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone by myself, all the time. I thought i was sharing my happiness, my sorrows; shedding my tears, roaring out my anguish to people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i was left with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-2357325405151378630?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/2357325405151378630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=2357325405151378630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/2357325405151378630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/2357325405151378630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/lone.html' title='Lone'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-9123105579481739104</id><published>2006-11-17T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:31:50.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would it be insolent of me to say that up till now, i still think lymon sings the best out of so many guys i've heard? LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Maybe lust and infatuation do make all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched project superstar last night. =) Some of the contestants are good! I like mingyao! Hee! His hair is super cool ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry paper I in 3.5hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous? Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revising? LOLs. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Should be off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-9123105579481739104?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/9123105579481739104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=9123105579481739104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/9123105579481739104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/9123105579481739104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/would-it-be-insolent-of-me-to-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-6982894315035396996</id><published>2006-11-16T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:31:12.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chemistry for 4hours starting from 8am - preparation for tomorrow's paper I. To score like, 40/40. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, subway with lymon. A foot-long of both oven roasted chicken breast and teriyaki chicken. *pok pok kay. Took half of each, with 3cookies and a super duper large coke [*oops, i actually typed cock]. He finished, &lt;em&gt;as usual&lt;/em&gt;, and i didn't, &lt;em&gt;as usual&lt;/em&gt;. I love to pack the un-finished sandwich back home, let it sit on the dining table for a few hours till it got all cold and &lt;strike&gt;maybe slightly stale&lt;/strike&gt; the sauce has, well, 'sunk' into the bread. And man, it tastes good. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am pretty comfortable with the current arrangement. Seeing each other every few days for a coupla good hours, then going back to our own lives and friends. Rather satisfying, to be able to stone by yourself, and later on stoning with company. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so full. There's still a 6-inch teriyaki chicken sandwich waiting for me. *burp! $9 for two meals. Worth it! HAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reformatted my computer a few weeks ago and suffered during this period song-less. So now, being quite free, i began to transfer each and every song from my mp3player to the PC. And being neurotic about stuffs, i have to rename almost every songs so that they are not screwed or look weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep typing 'every' as 'everyone'. I did it again just now. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;373songs in the midst of transferring. *bitzz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-6982894315035396996?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/6982894315035396996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=6982894315035396996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/6982894315035396996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/6982894315035396996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/chemistry-for-4hours-starting-from-8am.html' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-3927373677840722717</id><published>2006-11-15T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:30:34.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nomination for PSC scholarship? *blinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Physics was screwed. Yup. Chemistry was cool, easier (a lot a lot easier) than expected. Credit should be given to our chem teachers, who are really the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasting semi-freedom now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are so cheap. You turn up the heat in a relationship, they turn away and &lt;em&gt;bo chap&lt;/em&gt; you. You play hard to get, they chase after you. Wassup man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like games like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;[update: 10.27PM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago, i didn't understand about the psc scholarship and went to the website to get the login id and password, in the hopes of applying for it. Come october, the website is up and open for applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSC’s current scholarships requirements are:&lt;br /&gt;Candidates offering GCE A-levels:&lt;br /&gt;For Science Stream -&lt;u&gt; Attempted 4 GCE A-level subjects and 2 S papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;For Arts Stream - Attempted 3 GCE A-level subjects and 1 GCE AO level subject and 1 S paper; or 3 GCE A-level and 2 S papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students who exhibited outstanding leadership qualities and achievements could still be surfaced to PSC Scholarships Selection Board for scholarships consideration when PSC invites the schools to nominate outstanding students for the provisional scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered browsing through the website without logging in first. After reading all these, i didn't even bother to log in. What're the chances of a person with medicore grades for her 4A level subjects, &lt;strong&gt;no S papers&lt;/strong&gt; and non-academic achievements that are just so-so getting the scholarship, when vying for the same thing with an &lt;em&gt;elite&lt;/em&gt; from a prestigious junior college with 4A level subjects, 3S papers and non-academic results that go on for pages and pages, and not to mention that he/she might have clocked up hours being a volunteer at a hosptial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Long question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so what if i have the heart and passion for public service? Cuz nothing's fair, everything's based on merit. If you suck, you suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-3927373677840722717?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/3927373677840722717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=3927373677840722717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/3927373677840722717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/3927373677840722717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/nomination-for-psc-scholarship-blinks.html' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-524640897839494028</id><published>2006-11-14T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:29:54.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol' S01</title><content type='html'>Physics today was horrendous. Utterly. I can feel the same old tingly fear running up my spine. *shivers. Bless paper 3, every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's chem paper 2. AHHH. I'm still deciding whether to go through the last topic - organic chem (which coincidentally consist of 11 topics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, friends are sms-ing everyone to update on the latest updates/changes to chemistry concepts. Haha. Not a bad thing, just minor tweaks here and there. Very grateful to them for spending their sms-es. *loves~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingz and i were discussing about watching movies right after our last paper - 23nov. And i was saying &lt;em&gt;ya la, i won't pull lymon along one, don't worry!&lt;/em&gt; Then she just had to say &lt;em&gt;har? the two of us watch together alone arh?&lt;/em&gt; =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she sms-ed me at 11pm+ saying she doesn't mind just us two watching movies together and if the whole class is going on wed, we can find another day to go together again. LOLs. She's so capricious but ahh so cute! *loves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i put that panda photo as my display pic on msn, everyone's been questioning on my new 'pet'. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love bears! Pandas, polar bears... especially gummy bears! Ya know the big packet of &lt;em&gt;Yupi gummy bear&lt;/em&gt; in which contains a lot of small packets of gummy bears (around 10 i guess)? I can finish one whole packet in a day. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder my tooth aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum says there's a crackline (so it means it's not due to the bears!). I hope i ain't grinding my teeth at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum's really worried that i'm going crazy with all the mugging. But i ain't. After 18years of being utterly crazy when i'm with my friends, i just decided to reveal my crazy side to my family. And now they really think i'm nuts. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i jump around the house, shake my butt in front of the tv when everyone's watching, jiggle to some tune in my head and shout. A lot. Shout and scream. Bow wow wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan says my blog always revolves around the same topic. So change of topic should be sex. Yeah. I wanna talk about sex too. But &lt;em&gt;skarli&lt;/em&gt; some of you get the wrong idea. Or worse, you get offended. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, bryan says those who get offended are hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! So true! So stop pretending to be high and mighty and all so pure, my dears! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly hope that i would get good sex in my marriage. Not that i would eliminate the guy if he doesn't give good sex (it's not &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; important) but still, it's crucial!! Neck massages just don't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm too tired to go on. But i love sex! I think it's cool, to get hot and sweaty with the guy you like/love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... But i won't do one night stands. I guess. Cuz (a) I don't have the conditions to and (b) neither the courage. Haha! I'm gonna be one faithful lass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;[edit: 11.41PM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an arrogant snob ab ovo. So when i see how easy (relative) chem paper II was today, i breezed through it. I did check, flip flip flip, but ah, i wasn't reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking back, i realised that i was careless on the very first question! Wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave a complex compound - Na&lt;sub&gt;3&lt;/sub&gt;AlF&lt;sub&gt;6&lt;/sub&gt;. Then they asked what is the complex ion in the complex compound. Complex ion is an anion, and there's only one cation species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first part of the question they asked to define what's a complex ion - a combination of a central atom/ion with surrounding ions or molecules called ligands. And DAMN. I actually wrote Na&lt;sub&gt;3&lt;/sub&gt;F&lt;sub&gt;6&lt;/sub&gt; as the complex ion. It should be frigging AlF&lt;sub&gt;6&lt;/sub&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop cursing at my stupidity. AHH!!! One mark gone. My A's gone, with the countless careless mistakes i've made. I just can't believe i made such an elementary mistake in the first question, the very second part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;[edit: 10.32PM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone must have thought of me and wished me good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Break a leg' is an expression for good luck (though it's usually for performances etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprained my ankle while crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how powerful thoughts could be, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK. I was careless, clumsy and basically, a klutz. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-524640897839494028?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/524640897839494028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=524640897839494028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/524640897839494028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/524640897839494028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-ol-s01.html' title='Good ol&apos; S01'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-5287488347234776026</id><published>2006-11-12T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:29:12.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am still coughing. *GRR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thought a tagboard would be nice. Though i still prefer comments on entries. =) Even when there's nothing much to comment about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A levels almost over. Thank god. 3physics papers, 2bio papers and 2chem papers more to go. I can almost taste freedom. *slurps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can visualize the first things i'm gonna do on 23rd nov. Sleep my brains away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics paper 1 and 2 tomorrow. Hellish. I hope a miracle would descend on me. Pray hard y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves to be happy! And happiness is determined by yourself. You allow yourself to be happy, you allow yourself to wallow in self-pity and depression. Choose to be happy. I think it's kinda pointless to dawdle on things that had already happened. Since the milk's spilled, wipe it up and get a new glass or whatever it is. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us has a different mentality. Your happiness might be peg on the number of tubs of ice cream devoured, while hers is on the number of bags she has and his is on the number of girls he scored. Ah. Whichever, i think we all do have the ability to cheer ourselves up. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have the strength to pick ourselves up and rebound each and everytime. Sometimes we thought we would snap, but ah, we're still breathing and kicking aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cheerup peeps. Life's too short to moan and groan about how things had turned out for you [though there really is nothing longer than life itself]. Be glad we ain't starving or eating grass and bark, and we have aplenty water to waste in the shower room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tweet~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-5287488347234776026?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/5287488347234776026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=5287488347234776026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/5287488347234776026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/5287488347234776026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-still-coughing.html' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-944031345122895461</id><published>2006-11-10T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:28:23.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i couldn't stand having a blog template with teeny weeny font for long. It screws up my eyes. Poor eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New zealand has approved of using text speak (sms lingo) in exams, 'cept in exams whereby use of language is critical (english etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That move totally deprecates english language. *faints. Why on earth would they do that, instead of educating the people to learn english in a proper manner? It's bad enough that we are neglecting grammar, but to give more leeway for people to deride english... ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad enough when one does not keep to his/her promises. But to make up by giving more empty promises ain't the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up man. I gave up on you some time ago. Change will never happen, when one's reluctant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;[edit : 9:23PM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLs! I realised i made a fool out of myself in the previous entry. So &lt;a href="http://shiroi-stars23.blogspot.com"&gt;yi&lt;/a&gt; has indeed told me the meaning of 'totemo' but i thought there was more to it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly like the song by jet - look what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what &lt;strike&gt;you&lt;/strike&gt;I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;You&lt;/strike&gt;I've made a fool of &lt;strike&gt;everyone&lt;/strike&gt;myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-944031345122895461?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/944031345122895461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=944031345122895461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/944031345122895461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/944031345122895461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-know-i-couldnt-stand-having-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-5962803384302852545</id><published>2006-11-09T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:27:36.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNIFFLES</title><content type='html'>Cough's almost gone, but still sounds like an old woman. Now, instead of coughing, i'm sniffling. Sniff sniff sniffles. =) And leaking mucus from my two lovely nostrils. I wish i've a pic. to show you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math II today. &lt;em&gt;Nooot badddd&lt;/em&gt;... Better than paper I, in my opinion. But hell. It started out all wrong. I forgot to bring my water bottle and jacket. I nearly froze to death. Seriously, they install air conditioners cuz the hall's stuffy. Then they attempt to freeze us, cuz we won't be hot. HM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics next week. I've totally lost touch with physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiroi-stars23.blogspot.com"&gt;Yi&lt;/a&gt; says i am a totemo baka buta. I know what baka buta means. But whats totemo? I asked her and she just said &lt;em&gt;it's very... =3&lt;/em&gt;. So very what?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i haven't had a proper sleep for 4days. EH. I really haven't had a proper sleep for 4days. I'm finishing my course of antibiotics, &lt;em&gt;once again prescribed by my mum&lt;/em&gt;. Sore throat - antibiotics (and this time round, danzen - which i forgot is painkiller or anti-swelling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. As long as i finish the whole course of antibiotics, i don't care. The bacteria and foreign organisms better not build up immunity against them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AH CHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's totemo?????!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-5962803384302852545?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/5962803384302852545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=5962803384302852545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/5962803384302852545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/5962803384302852545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/12/sniffles.html' title='SNIFFLES'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-3405996641047209905</id><published>2006-11-08T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:22:57.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep having this irritating dry cough. I think it's annoying the people sitting around me in the hall. &lt;em&gt;*cough cough.&lt;/em&gt; I sound like prof. umbridge in harry potter. =( And it's so exasperating, to reach under the table for that bottle of water after answering every question. Even more so when your bladder is bursting, but time does not permit you to go. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry paper was okay. In fact, better than the rest of the papers so far. Math paper I totally sucks. There goes my A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why, why do guys always forget to flush the toilet after each use!? =S I just walked into the toilet to find a pile of shit. My dad's. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new bras! Pierre cardin. And only that brand for me (as yet). ^-^ More bras, please!! Don't you think bras are really the essentials for a girl/woman, not talking about sanitary pads and facials (and maybe shoes and bags and clothes and and and all things nice)? They defy gravity, they look nice if you could wear them out tastefully and they boost (literally) your confidence! Haaha! *** Dr C says i have to drink 2litres of water daily, to get well faster. =( My water bottle's only 50ml, or so it says. Cuz it looks a lot more than that. &lt;strong&gt;GAH.&lt;/strong&gt; That means i've gotta drink like, 40bottles? Or did i fail my mathematics somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Just cuz tomorrow's an afternoon paper, i shouldn't be slacking now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stats, here i come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-3405996641047209905?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/3405996641047209905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=3405996641047209905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/3405996641047209905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/3405996641047209905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-keep-having-this-irritating-dry-cough.html' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-4906373932326229761</id><published>2006-11-06T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:24:52.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey Milk Massage</title><content type='html'>Honey and milk don't go together. For the whole of today (technically, yesterday), i've been drinking honey water cuz of a sore throat (credit to the chips). Ran out of honey water and i made and chilled some more, and changed to milk. GAH. After a cup of milk, i rushed to the toilet. What a great release to all the sins i've been consuming these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology still pretty much sucks, cuz i couldn't get anything into my head. Haven't touch pure maths yet, but like what chengwei's nick says : if what i don't know can't hurt me, then math must be pretty harmless. I wish he rules the world, so that this would be true. But ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, i realised that i really am a very rash person. Someone who's quick to get pissed, but even quicker to be un-pissed. I really must learn to stop these mood fluctuations, cuz i don't want to lose good friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all baos: Darn, so many changes taking place. Good or bad, it's all relative. But hey, what matters is we &lt;strike&gt;are&lt;/strike&gt; should all strive to be as happy as possible, cuz we deserve to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a massive outbreak [or is it breakout? 0_O] on my face. So i'm not only fighting a war academically, but facially. Yes esther, facial after the A's. Along with a full body massage, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://smiling-in-the-rain.blogspot.com"&gt;tracy&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Random Things About Myself:&lt;br /&gt;1)  I sneeze at least once a day&lt;br /&gt;2)  I do not like cold rooms. 24degrees C is good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;3)  No fizzy drinks for me, cuz they'll give me hiccups *hic&lt;br /&gt;4)  I've got dry hands (*coughhandmoisturisercough*)&lt;br /&gt;5)  I would like to rule the world for a week&lt;br /&gt;6)  I've got hairs on my upper lip!!!&lt;br /&gt;7)  I don't see why girls and guys can't touch each other (NOT SEXUALLY) in a friendly manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;1) A levels&lt;br /&gt;2) Things that go *miaow&lt;br /&gt;3) Not being able to shit&lt;br /&gt;4) Banana milk&lt;br /&gt;5) Acid (imagine it being thrown onto your face)&lt;br /&gt;6) Falling flower pots&lt;br /&gt;7) Something sharp poking into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Random Songs At The Moment:&lt;br /&gt;1) Bowling for soup - Almost&lt;br /&gt;2) F.I.R. - 天天夜夜&lt;br /&gt;3) 周杰伦 - 心雨&lt;br /&gt;4) 金莎 - 委屈&lt;br /&gt;5) Fan3 - Digits&lt;br /&gt;6) Britney - Everytime&lt;br /&gt;7) 王力宏 - Kiss Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 People To Do This: (if u guys really see this):&lt;br /&gt;If i say, you guys will really do? Really? But i think we are telephatic&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;so if you know i am talking about you, DO. If not, you will die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-4906373932326229761?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/4906373932326229761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=4906373932326229761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/4906373932326229761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/4906373932326229761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/12/honey-milk-massage.html' title='Honey Milk Massage'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-7370652757902709724</id><published>2006-11-04T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:25:35.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;Did some moving over and tidying up. Was actually going to make this move at the end of a levels, but since i've been slacking throughout the day, might as well complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much clutter on the other blog. Too many memories squeezed into a domain. Nothing bad, just need to start on a fresh canvas again. To re-organize my thoughts. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: moved back cuz i've switched to wordpress in the end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day's been spent trying to figure out how to play the two darned games on my handphone, tryna beat the record of my mom's handphone's game, staring endlessly and mindlessly at screens (computer and tv) and bingeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHA. What a fulfilling day, seeing that next tuesday i would be having my maths paper I and bio paper II. I'm still clueless about the structures of kidneys. Like, wth. As long as they work for me, i don't really care how they look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw that. I'm talking nonsense again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need some hot sex. I'm too stressed up (even after a whole day of slacking. LOLs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Sex&lt;/strike&gt; Hot sex is good! It makes you look good (cuz of the hormones released), makes you feel good (DUH. orgasm) and makes you sound good (AHAHA). HELL. You probably burn more calories in a hot-sex-session than doing 100sit ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to help me massage my neck and shoulders too! They're stiffening and trying to do rock imitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get my arse moving and mind cracking. Or else, i'd be so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat and without an a level cert. What's worse than that, man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-7370652757902709724?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/7370652757902709724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=7370652757902709724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/7370652757902709724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/7370652757902709724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/12/did-some-moving-over-and-tidying-up.html' title=''/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116246386783196122</id><published>2006-11-02T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:37:47.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 bucks if you don't smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=yis7DTXe03M"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=yis7DTXe03M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ok &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, this video is cute. ^o^ But the first thing i noticed was, is that hole the panda's vagina? *hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby panda's cute. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeks. I really really need to stop eating and stoning online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP paper was confusing. Essay was out of point, but comprehension was ... comprehensible? Only one passage given, though not enough time to finish the paper. *screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116246386783196122?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116246386783196122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116246386783196122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116246386783196122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116246386783196122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/11/100-bucks-if-you-dont-smile.html' title='100 bucks if you don&apos;t smile'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116231008568763589</id><published>2006-10-31T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:54:45.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUITAR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owAj5LiXG5w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owAj5LiXG5w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is yet, another cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I'm so smitten with electronic guitars nowadays. ARGH! I want to learn it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the A's, i'm gonna go for yoga, kickboxing, hip hop dance lessons! I'm going to work my arse off trying to finance all these activities! And to go on an overseas trip with my friends to shop till i drop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS. And i'm going to trash the A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa. I'm getting so high now!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO LEARN ELECTRONIC GUITAR AND HAVE MY FINGERS FLY AROUND LIKE THEM! (them in the videos &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video above - I keep laughing. Cuz the guy's face really is so... squarish. But he's mad. *awed! I love his guitar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116231008568763589?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116231008568763589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116231008568763589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116231008568763589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116231008568763589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/guitar.html' title='GUITAR!!!'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116227513780506192</id><published>2006-10-31T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T14:15:40.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elitist. Pah!</title><content type='html'>Isn't it a pity, to realise that certain stereotypes are true afterall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, we tend to stereotype that students in top academic institutions - the &lt;em&gt;elites&lt;/em&gt; - are arrogant, uncaring and all in all, supercilious. It's the few black sheeps that tainted the name/reputation of these supposingly unassuming individuals, and the &lt;a href="http://www.womendiary.net/2006/10/22/wee-shu-min-the-slammed-rjc-girl/"&gt;wee-wee saga&lt;/a&gt; did not help matters either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both parties (derek wee and wee shu min) raised valid points, but what distinguishes both of them is the tone they used. Condescending and disdainful are just nicer adjectives that could be used to describe the reply from wee shu min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true, that singapore is an elitist society. There is no meritocracy, when a significant portion of the society is being left behind while the rich gets richer and climbs higher up the societal ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true, that discrimmination exists, though in a subtler form [through streamings and bandings]. And i agree that those who do not work hard, will fall behind the bandwagon and swallow in the dust left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, are the poor necessarily unmotivated, overassuming leeches of this society? My parents, along with many others' parents, worked hard just to struggle by with providing the family a decent living. We couldn't afford the first-class air tickets, nor annual or bi-annual overseas trips. Neither could we afford the latest technology [handphone, laptops etc] nor the LV/Guess bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it would be a blatant lie, if one says that as long as you work hard, you would live a good life. Not everyone has the chance to go to RJC, not everyone has the chance to go to NUS. That doesn't necessarily means they do not work hard. That doesn't mean that they are crackpots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, being born with a silver spoon, have no idea the struggles of us &lt;em&gt;commoners&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I hate these cocky people - who are deemed as the cream of the crop - spouting nonsense just because they have a dictionary and thesaurus on hand and could flaunt their bombastic vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to think of the fact that it would be these people who would be leading the society and heading listed companies that shape the future of singapore. These people, who couldn't emphatize with the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And god, her later reply was so pompous. *rolls eyes. If you are going to say what you say, take responsibility for it. To think her father, a &lt;u&gt;minister&lt;/u&gt;, actually defended her actions. A chip off the old block, one would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder there are still elderly going around selling tissue papers, earning a commission of say 50cents out of every $3 earned. No wonder there are still families (of 5people and above) who are struggling to get by with a monthly income of $1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz there are people, earning tens of thousands monthly, who couldn't possibly fathom why, oh why, are there still people who couldn't get on with life. Cuz there are people, sitting in an office high up a tower, facing the sea, who smirk at people not donned in Armani or Ann Taylor nor wearing jimmy choos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, get out of my elite uncaring face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, no? You get out of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : I have no resolve at all. I blogged, in the end. ={&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. : My bag is going to mould, without the big fat sun. ={&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116227513780506192?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116227513780506192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116227513780506192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116227513780506192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116227513780506192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/elitist-pah.html' title='Elitist. Pah!'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116213430543408893</id><published>2006-10-29T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:10:48.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till the A's end</title><content type='html'>Hopefully this would be my last post till the 23rd nov. Ok, i can hear some of you sniggering but i will try! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How's the mugging coming?&lt;/em&gt; This question always pop up whenever i sign into msn and argh, don't even remind me of it. I think it was a mistake to mug hard for prelims. To mug too hard. Cuz afterwards, you lose all your drive and become unmotivated. Geez, and to think i thought i could still keep roaring on with that fighting spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooha, i still ain't feeling the &lt;em&gt;urge&lt;/em&gt; to study. Not feeling the butterflies as yet. Which is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been very happy these few days. No idea why. There's this &lt;em&gt;thud-thud-thud&lt;/em&gt; gloom around me. Maybe i am a gloomy bear in disguise! *horrors. So i should like, start bleeding or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the A's has even ended, i'm already thinking of the post-A's activities. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to the belief i had held for the first 17years of my life, i am a person whom jealousy constantly seeks out and devours. I have no reason to be remotely jealous of anything till i entered the-next-level-of-friendship-with-him. And it's so so tiring to be green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am those kind of girls guys dread and run away from - an idealist. I dream up the most fantastic friendships etc. And often, suffer the after effects of the awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess it would be kinda tiring for both parties, if i keep on going like this. And i changed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But friendships are two-way relationships, aren't they? You give, you take. You adapt, you change. When one gives too much, one suffers. When one takes too much, one suffers. Though one suffers in pain, the other in glee. When things go wrong, and one refuses to rectify it, the other gets upset. Even more so if both parties are supposedly in love/lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha. I just hope things unravel themselves and stop being so tangled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened a few days ago that's worth celebrating. But it seems to be no big deal, except to me, that is. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate so many ferroro rocher that i am getting a sore throat. At this point of time? Someone should just take a knife and stab at you-know-where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marvel at myself being so short. Does it mean i will get short circuited more easily than others? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep eating and eating that i am expanding. Very sad fact. And my butt gets bigger and bigger, with every second i spend on this chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throat is currently very very sore now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. Just let me die. Haha. That reminds me of a song sang by nicholas tse - let me die. LOLs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xjJXT0C0X4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xjJXT0C0X4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very cool video. Go watch it. Superb. Inspires me to pick up electronic guitar. Oh, and of cuz the undying passion for piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, i've wanted to learn the piano and guzheng [due to influence from &lt;em&gt;huan zhu ge ge&lt;/em&gt;]. I have learnt the basics of guzheng. Now i'm interested in guitar. I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; where are the notes on a classical guitar [credit to the 3guitar lessons i have been during cca orientation in sr].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! So after A's, i'm going to learn the piano and guitar. Not to mention go for hip hop dance lessons. I need to get a-grooving and moving real soon. Or else i'll turn to this big fat tub of lard sitting in front of the computer, munching on chips, grumbling about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope not to see you guys again till after A's. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116213430543408893?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116213430543408893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116213430543408893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116213430543408893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116213430543408893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/till-as-end.html' title='Till the A&apos;s end'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116203763827741145</id><published>2006-10-28T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:13:58.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>缘分</title><content type='html'>真巧！今天去compass point都能看见lymon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们有缘类！！！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dances around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116203763827741145?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116203763827741145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116203763827741145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116203763827741145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116203763827741145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_28.html' title='缘分'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116193156014245255</id><published>2006-10-27T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:10:41.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>*jaws drop open. This &lt;a href="http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/index.htm"&gt;test&lt;/a&gt; is SO true [for me, that is].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to be regarded as an exiting and interesting personality able to persuade others to comply with your beliefs and ideas. You are charming and able to influence other people who come into your sphere of influence. You like mental stimulation and you are the sort of person who is prepared to 'try anything once'. Your confidence is so much so that others are often swept away by your enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a somewhat gentle, emotional and sensitive person, you are at this time experiencing a considerable amount of tension. What you really need is someone who can be close to you and to listen to what you have to say.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Yes! I really am an emotional person. Wahh!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a dreamer and you seek perfection in any relationship that you may establish. Some of your ideas and standards are over the top so it may be a good idea to review your perception of life and accept people for what they are - not for what you would like them to be.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;A true blue dreamer. Too many expectations. But i'm slowly opening my eyes to reality and being happy for what/who i have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unacceptable restrictions have been forced upon you and this is resulting in severe frustration and stress. You are looking for independence and consequently you shy away from any restriction and avoid obligations of anything which might prove hampering. You are being subjected to considerable pressure and want to escape from it so that you can obtain what you need, but unfortunately at this particular moment in time you lack the necessary strength of purpose to succeed in this.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Read: Family. My fucked up siblings. It's absolutely true. I wanna move away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to cope with conditions which you think are beyond your capabilities has led to considerable anxiety and stress. You now feel that you are not capable of coping with this situation and indeed any situation which could arise from what you consider to be your personal inadequacy.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;A levels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, at this moment. *blinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116193156014245255?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116193156014245255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116193156014245255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116193156014245255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116193156014245255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116184143040798809</id><published>2006-10-26T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:43:50.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing test</title><content type='html'>*yawns. Just back from the writing test at SPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab this morning to SPH HQ. Was there just on time. *heh. Exchanged ic for a visitor pass and went up with another guy also for the test. And he actually thought i was working at SPH, cuz i wore home clothes [plus heels and light makeup]. =.= I should've worn like, shorts or something &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. I thought it would be in some sort of theatre or something, with dozens of people from junior colleges and polytechnics all over singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, there were only 10of us in a meeting room, writing and writing. I was yawning and stretching all the way, cuz of the damned water pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were from tj, nyj and rj. I was... kind of extra? Not even a neighbourhood college was there ok! But half of them were there for the chinese newspaper scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the writing test is somehow like a gp test. 5essay questions to choose one from, after which there's a long passage where you have to correct any errors [and the whole passage seems to be correct, logically/grammatically/whatever]. Another passage with blanks and 4words/phrases to choose for each blank. The words are so similar in meaning that it's hard to determine which word and we have to choose a word that &lt;em&gt;fits into the context and tone of the passage&lt;/em&gt;. ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, there's another passage of like 3-4paragraphs. Comprehension. Except this time, there's no inferential questions. They chose 5words and you have to think of 5&lt;strong&gt;words&lt;/strong&gt; to replace those 5. Not phrases. But &lt;u&gt;word&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Wah liao&lt;/em&gt;, everyone knows my vocab always get a big fat zero one &lt;em&gt;lo&lt;/em&gt;. Thereafter, gotta write a summary on the main ideas of the passage. 65words. Lastly, think of a title that's &lt;em&gt;accurate and arresting&lt;/em&gt; for the passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passage starts like this : &lt;em&gt;Hatred is a matter of heart, and contempt is a matter of head. ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember the details, but it's something about how the two of them are antagonist of each other and mutually exclusive. That hatred stems from the respect of the superior abilities of the other. That its better to despise everyone than to hate all the miserable wretches out there. And contempt must be done secretly, if not, it would be hatred if you let the person you despised know about it and confers to him some form of respect. [???!] And contempt brings indulgence and forebearance, for one's sake of peace and security, for anyone could cause injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the word sanguinity appeared somewhere towards the end of the passage. I came across the word before, but i am clueless to what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I think i screwed up this writing test, for i am so unprepared. Huahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hope they change question paper, or else anyone who stumbled across this might get the scholarship easily. Uh oh. Shoot. Now i'm thinking whether i should publish this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Whatever. You're reading it, ain't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116184143040798809?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116184143040798809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116184143040798809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116184143040798809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116184143040798809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/writing-test.html' title='Writing test'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116179308037014938</id><published>2006-10-26T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:18:00.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowned</title><content type='html'>My back is aching. My legs are jelly. My fingers are weak and trembling. I am hot and flushed all over. I pespired like crazy. I cuss and swear, groaning all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other things could make me into this animal at this point of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darned water pipe in the kitchen burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad thought it was the washing machine sounds, and concentrated on his soccer match. Till the water flooded the whole kitchen, flowed into the living room, course its way to the sofa and tickled my dad's feet. Then he realised what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us came out when he shouted ['cept for my sister, who remained asleep =.=] and o_O we just stood there. Stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came to his senses and ran to shut off the water supply. I kept thinking 'what to do what to do' in my mind and i just shouted out 'get pails and cloth' without hesitation. There's no knowing what one can do in an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, if someone asked me about this question hypothetically, i don't think i could give a response this quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slogged. Mopped and dried. Swept the water out. There must have been 3big pails of water thrown out. What a waste [of money and water].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour, the whole place was a bit drier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH. Now my hands are all sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has to go to the 24hour fairprice supermarket to get a new erm... connector [?] / waterpipe. Thank goodness there's a 24hour supermarket nearby, and he does not have to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH. The writing test is tomorrow. And to think i was fretting over how i did not have a passport size photo just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's word-of-the-day email is crabwise : In a &lt;strong&gt;cautiously&lt;/strong&gt; indirect manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. I know no link. But it is an &lt;u&gt;indirect&lt;/u&gt; advice &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;. To be cautious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116179308037014938?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116179308037014938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116179308037014938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116179308037014938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116179308037014938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/drowned.html' title='Drowned'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116170109902879115</id><published>2006-10-24T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:49:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I'm currently having this daft idea of changing my email address, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. I have almost 200contacts on my current messenger. I talk to say, less than 10people regularly online? The rest are, erm, just there to show the world [or whoever happened to pass by me and glanced at my computer screen] that i have a lot of &lt;strike&gt;friends&lt;/strike&gt; contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally reached the age, whereby my mentality matured and understood what matters is the quality, not quantity. Darn. It took 18long years for that to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another part of me argues it out. Who knows when these people might be of use, when you enter the working society and need some contacts? Or, in some unforeseen circumstances, i might need a lot of acquaintances? Like... If i need a large sum of money. More people = Increase chance of raising the required sum of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, who am i to tell them to lend me money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, who knows what friendship might blossom out of them? And who are the ones i want to keep in touch with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiyo. &lt;/em&gt;What the hell. Why am i giving myself more things to chew on, when i have already taken off a bigger bite out of something and having trouble shoving it down my throat? (Read: A levels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had my first meal at cafe cartel. Really thanks to tong for treating me, cuz i am broke. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min was very happy yesterday, i think. I hope! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished i ain't an old frigid maid, who is so hung up about A levels revision. I think i somehow spoilt the mood of everyone near the end of the day. =S But after A levels, i promise i will &lt;em&gt;chiong&lt;/em&gt; everyday and get a mario card. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy gave us two quizzes. Hm. Personality tests. Ah. Whatever name assigned to them. Quirky, but fun. I don't want 4trees. I'm contented with 2, cuz i am currently on my second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i am biting my nails with an obscene fervent-ness and bingeing religiously on food that i should stay away from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116170109902879115?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116170109902879115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116170109902879115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116170109902879115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116170109902879115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116139866164452691</id><published>2006-10-21T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T10:44:21.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPH</title><content type='html'>Remember the me in secondary 3 and 4, being very passionate about writing, journalism etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interest was so great that when my o' level results came out, after my first choice [nanyang jc], temasek polytechnic's mass communication course was next on list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The posting came through, and i was posted to temasek poly. Strange to say, my interest which had been raging for more than 2years, faltered at that moment. Do i really want to determine my career path so early? What about my sciences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appealed to serangoon junior college, and gp was hard. Hard to score, hard to pass. I gave up my journalism thought. I was without the first intake experience and i thought it was my capability [or rather, lack of] that crippled my gp grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, i started to cope and pass gp when i reached year 2. Gp was fun and i relished learning about how the world functions and looking at things from different viewpoints. My passion for language was not doused, contrary to what i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.brightsparks.com.sg"&gt;Brightsparks&lt;/a&gt; sent me an email regarding a scholarship Singapore Press Holdings was offering - NTU undergraduate course in journalism - a few days ago. Before that email, i have actually stumbled across that scholarship but due to my laziness, i didn't apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i applied. And did not think anymore about it, cuz only shortlisted applicants would be notified. But i received an email yesterday from the person in charge, who asked me down for a writing test next thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. Very excited. And i had to confirm my attendance by yesterday. Thank goodness i checked my email yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i fickle minded? Ooops. &lt;em&gt;And there i was, telling huiyu in the library how i can't stand fickle minded people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i would screw up my a levels. My grades are not going to take me far, i feel. Thus, the rapidly expansion of choices and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writing test lasts for three hours. I hope i would be able to stay awake. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. And esther, remember to taste your shit! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116139866164452691?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116139866164452691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116139866164452691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116139866164452691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116139866164452691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/sph.html' title='SPH'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116127588116042995</id><published>2006-10-20T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:47:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty misconception</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dove Evolution&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/nsiquyNfkag"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/nsiquyNfkag" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, no idea if you guys could view the video. If not, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsiquyNfkag&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search" mode="related&amp;search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsiquyNfkag&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we know, why we normal people can never attain the figures of these supposedly ravishing top models. Look at the actual model. She is pretty-ish. But they made her thinner, cheeks more defined and pore-less. In fact, i feel that the touched-up her looked rather demonic; inhumane. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve the stick-thin figures of those models, normal people look like they are going to die from all the dieting while these supermodels look gorgeous from all the touching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve the radiant faces of these models, one need to eat and have some fats to plump up the cheeks, grow some boobs and curves along the way, while these supermodels have their curves defined by photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't be like them. But that doesn't mean we are fugly. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, some of the models are uglier than us &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;. BWAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116127588116042995?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116127588116042995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116127588116042995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116127588116042995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116127588116042995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/beauty-misconception.html' title='Beauty misconception'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116109001053339534</id><published>2006-10-17T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:26:26.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniffles</title><content type='html'>Once again, i'm on the downward slope. Towards illness. Hail to the influenza. *kowtows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on the start of the mock a level examination. And there i was thinking that preliminary exams &lt;u&gt;were&lt;/u&gt; mock a level examination. The air-conditioned hall is freezing, but nonetheless, i'm glad they air-conditioned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a bad person. Really sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why people make deprecating remarks about themselves and apologize for it. Apologize &lt;em&gt;to you&lt;/em&gt; for it. I mean, no doubt the people around them would be hurt by their character flaw. But, if the person knows clearly about their flaw, they should change it, shouldn't they? Either change it, curb it or stop going on about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a friend and love them, yeah, i guess it's really necessary to accept their character flaws. No one's perfect, and i don't expect anyone to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor do i expect anyone to change for me. Cuz i believe that a person can only change if they want to change for the sake of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. This is rather pointless to rant on. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 1.5years, i've lapsed into this passive mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still passionate about languages, sciences, leadership roles. But i've turned cool towards relationships [note: it doesn't encompass only BGR]. Meeting more people stretches beyond my comfort zone and i am forced to adapt to changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It opened up my eyes and tore the wool covering them. Or rather, i have stop being disillusioned. Mind, i am not saying all these in a bitter tone. It has become rather disappointing that i have grown to accept this lil' fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a nice feeling to find out that you were actually a stranger to the clique whom you've been hanging out for the major part of your teenage years, and vice versa. Moving on to a new environment, i actually made better friends - people whom i could hold a conversation with. They are people who do not make others feel awkward in a crowd. As a group, they do things together and talk together. Not splitting off into smaller groups to whisper &lt;strike&gt;sweet-nothings&lt;/strike&gt; amongst themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you've got a feeling that i am talking about you, you are about 99% right on. Of cuz, i am rather amazed that you got the subtlety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, i stopped being proactive in maintaining relationships. Truth to be said, i have no idea who really enjoyed themselves in my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like the trees, i stand in solitude. Fanning out my branches, reaching out. The air; nothing-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, no time to think about these things just as yet. For now, i will hold tight to my dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mostly in a pensive mood, whenever i am alone or with people i am comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i am &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much of an extrovert. I daydream, i lapse into bouts of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This usually makes people think that i am not enjoying myself in their presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they do not know is, i am very comfortable being with them if i could reveal that side of mine to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 'me-day' today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jia you&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the noodles sold by the &lt;em&gt;bar chor mee &lt;/em&gt;stall beside punggol nasi lemak centre is indeed very nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116109001053339534?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116109001053339534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116109001053339534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116109001053339534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116109001053339534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/sniffles.html' title='*sniffles'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116100073394964477</id><published>2006-10-16T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:12:17.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad day recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/Picture%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/Picture%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are, we are... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S1!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With our gp teacher, who rocks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/Picture%20046.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/Picture%20046.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shoot. I AM the shortest in class. Some guy in class made a joke out of me ; Justine is the shortest but highest. Meaning very high in spirits &lt;em&gt;la, bodoh&lt;/em&gt;. I look like some wimp &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;, my posture. So insecure about my big tummy. Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/Picture%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/Picture%20008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha!! I appear to be so shy. So demure! Woots. *blushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/KIF_1291.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/KIF_1291.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*puffs up. Let's see how retarded i can get. *puffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/Picture%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/Picture%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha! Hui yu says i look like a fecking sales girl [with killer smile, big tummy and thunder thighs]. That box was one of the goodies included in the two hampers we gotten as a CG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/Picture%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/Picture%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the girls in 2S01, minus two betrayers [oli and tingz] who are always missing. Ok, not always. Mostly. Ok. Sometimes. =D Pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/Picture%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/Picture%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, me with the girl who uploaded all these pictures from her digicam and sent it to me. Presenting loudhailer - hui yu!!! And recently, she's taken to calling me by my chinese name - wei ying. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/KIF_1294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/KIF_1294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *yay. Us with our physics teacher. He's a terrific lecturer. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/Picture%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahahahaha!!!! What better way to end this entry than a photo of yours truly &lt;strike&gt;acting&lt;/strike&gt; being so cute! =) Hm. Minus the pimples, stupid fringe and other imperfections, and you get a &lt;em&gt;chio bu! &lt;/em&gt;*drools. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116100073394964477?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116100073394964477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116100073394964477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116100073394964477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116100073394964477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/grad-day-recap.html' title='Grad day recap'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116092602774651626</id><published>2006-10-15T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:44:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what!</title><content type='html'>My computer screwed up again and i spent the last hour reformatting my computer and re-installing everything! And tomorrow i'm having my GP mock a level exam! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if anyone drowned in the sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, lymon accompanied me to orchard hotel for the Study in Australia Open House by IDP. Him, being the nerd who goes to orchard once-in-a-decade, and me, being the idiot with no sense of direction, lost our way. We walked and walked. Initially we wanted to go to far east plaza first. But *shrug. I have no idea how, we walked and walked, and we reached orchard hotel [which both of us are totally clueless about its location].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i know. I've been to orchard helluva times and i should know where's far east plaza. Heck, i don't even remember which mrt to alight so that it would be a shorter distance to walk. *kowtows. I promise to memorise orchard road before this year ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was very crowded. We lingered for awhile and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back today with my parents and relevant academic documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that monash university is really hard to get in. Or rather, the course nutrition and dietetics is. Chemistry is a prerequisite subject and i just had to &lt;u&gt;suck&lt;/u&gt; at chemistry. =*( So anyways, they said they won't give me an unconditional offer based on my preliminary results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approached deakin university and hell, they immediately [actually, it's after like 10minutes of conversation and a peek at my o' level and preliminary results] offer me a place. Subjected to forecasted results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll have to ask my tutor for the forecast tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only glitch is, the course is not what i thought it was. It was food science and nutrition, which is different from nutrition and dietetics. With a degree in FSAN, i wouldn't be able to practice as a dietician in singapore. Only as a nutritionist. BUT i could move on to get my masters in dietetics after getting that degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total time taken would be around 4.5years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she made it sound like a very good catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have a degree, which i could use to practice as a nutritionist AND a masters degree which i could use to practice as a dietician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;, also very good &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there must be a catch somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very obvious one would be i have to &lt;em&gt;piah&lt;/em&gt; very hard, in order to qualify for the postgraduate course in dietetics. Another would be how deakin is not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; established or known? Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a very confusing and nerve-wrecking day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted the application form for deakin university [since the application fees of A55 is waived].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just killed a cockroach. Man, my room is infested with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, i've no idea where the fuck it went. It was on the cupboard, so i hit it vehemently with a rolled-up newspaper. Missed the first time. *hit hit hit. I think i got it, but i used so much force that it rebounded from the cupboard. To regions near my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched for it, and it was nowhere to be found. But i am pretty sure that it is dead, cuz there were white stuff on the newspaper and cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i don't even dare to drink my cup of water, lest one of its legs flew into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skarli&lt;/em&gt; it's on my bed. I'll CRY.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, is it good to leave cockroach corpses around? [Wah, i say till like my whole house is full of cockroaches] Maybe it would be like a warning sign to the cockroaches. It might take hours or days for the message to sink in, but soon they'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow. Dead. Someone. Killed. It. Crippled. Squished. Smashed. Head. Gone. Hm. Food. Hm. Light. Run. Make. Love. Eggs. Eggs. Someone. Missing. Oh... Dead. Hm. Wings. Torn. Dead. ... Dead. ... Danger. House. Red. Alert. ... Must. Run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116092602774651626?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116092602774651626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116092602774651626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116092602774651626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116092602774651626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/guess-what.html' title='Guess what!'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116070453734943133</id><published>2006-10-13T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:55:37.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>was yesterday , 12oct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It passed with a flurry of pictures taken and bellies of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2S01 won the 2nd best CG (civics group) award and the top science CG award! *proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so glad to be in a class like 2s01. No backstabbers, innocent gossips. Good friends, good acquaintances. Love. Motivational. We encourage each other on and always help each other. =) We care for each other and ahhh, go crazy together. We mug hard and play hard. There are, no doubt, cliques. But we function extremely well for a class of 22people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my class!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grad day performance was a tad boring and i think there were too many prizes. A big yawn for people who had to sit and watch others get prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can buy some books which have been on my shopping list for ages! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116070453734943133?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116070453734943133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116070453734943133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116070453734943133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116070453734943133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116057863326518572</id><published>2006-10-11T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:58:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-faced</title><content type='html'>I find things so hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, some people comment on me moving on from certain things, making changes. Saying, or rather hinting [since they said nothing in my face] that i am kicking up a big fuss over a small thing. Making a mountain out of a molehill. Rash. Headstrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one or two weeks later, they did the same thing. Rather, they brought it to a totally different level. They totally obliterate it and replaced it with something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, i ain't pissed cuz i'm subconsciously &lt;em&gt;buay song&lt;/em&gt; they didn't include me in it. I certainly hope my subconscious ain't that un-enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is just that, hell. So hypocritical. You criticise me, spout out something &lt;em&gt;chim&lt;/em&gt; about friendships etc. Making me seemed like a shallow person. Then &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; do something similar on a larger scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can't blame me for drifting apart now, could you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116057863326518572?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116057863326518572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116057863326518572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116057863326518572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116057863326518572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/two-faced.html' title='Two-faced'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116048105182517145</id><published>2006-10-10T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:50:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anally</title><content type='html'>Level rank : 11&lt;br /&gt;Course rank : 10&lt;br /&gt;Grades : GP - B4 , Mathematics C - A , Biology - B , Physics - B , Chemistry - E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you call me a bitch if i say i'm upsetted by my grades? Most probably, but i am. Especially chemistry and biology. Chem. grade was moderated from an AO to E. =( How the fuck can this happen? I should at least get a C or B. But ah, i never knew chemistry was that difficult. Don't come and fucking tell me chemistry is easy. If it's easy, do the november 2002 or 2004 A level paper and ace it. Then i will kowtow to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, not yet. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am receiving two prizes on graduation day, but neither are of academic. @()$&amp;@%.. One is for getting band 1 for the A level project work while the other is for the most outstanding leadership award (silver). I think no one applied for that award, that's why i got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am being very whine-y today. Anal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chanced upon this advertisement on fibre tablets and on it stated that if your shit [or stools, if you prefer] sink, it means you are not having enough fibre in your diet. If not, healthy shit should float. I think all the fibres aka cellulose are beta-pleated sheets, therefore they should like, span across a larger suface area. Plus, the density might be lower. That's what raymond says &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Cuz i think fibre or no fibre, your shit contains all the undigested food substances [e.g. corn kernels] which add on to its weight. So definitely will sink! Hm. I will find out more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's TODAY newspaper [uhh slight confusion, no?] contained an article about how degree holders in life sciences have no job. Remember that arrogant chairman of A*Star who said that undergraduates were only qualified to wash test tubes? Yeeks. And it turns out to be true. Whether he's really arrogant or not, i don't know and don't wish to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life science was once the pursued-after career path like... 4 years ago? It was raging hot when i was in secondary 2. Not so now. Cuz if one really wants to embark on a career involving biomedical sciences research, need at least a PhD &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;! And whoever thinks that PhD is easy to attain should just go and die right now. Unless you are one of those foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that people are exaggerating when they complain about the influx of foreigners into singapore, how they snatch our jobs, our places in education institutes so on and so forth. I even thought that it was just another case of sour grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i read about how there's a shortage of doctors and dentists in singapore. Like, wtf? Maybe i am being too naive, but can't NUS just open up its intake on medical students? They limit the number of students per year till it's so ridiculous and a quarter of them are foreigners [i'm guessing!]. ?!?! So you let these people in, teach them. They serve the bond for 4years and return to their hometown. Smarrrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, i think i am not making any sense over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr G's sister just called. She was a dietician once and woots, she gave me lots of invaluable advice on it! I think i am going to pursue it! Cuz i am interested in the area of food and nutrition! At least i won't regret gaining this knowledge. Oki. Am going down to the agency this saturday with my parents to enquire more about it. I hope i ain't too late in applying. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116048105182517145?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116048105182517145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116048105182517145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116048105182517145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116048105182517145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/anally.html' title='Anally'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116019439639067118</id><published>2006-10-07T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T12:15:40.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwater world</title><content type='html'>LOLs. Tingz and i went home together after the chemistry paper III retest and throughout the whole bus ride, we were discussing how it would be possible to live underwater next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology would be so advanced then, that we would be able to vacuum water out and create air spaces for people to breathe. Our homes would be water-less and filled with breathe-able air. We would also have cars with water-less interior, to facilitate people getting around. We could get water from the surrounding water, after going through all the filters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cuz, i asked about what would happen to our shit. Was thinking that maybe it would be like NEWater and go through all the filters before we drink our shitted-and-now-shit-less water. But that would be too disgusting. Not the drinking the shitted-and-now-shit-less water part, but the thought of shit floating around us would be too disgusting. :S So tingz said maybe we could dig a hole into the sea and store all the shit there. Or we could just transport all the shit to land. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i wondered how would people be able to play basketball, soccer etc. Tingz said i like to ask stupid questions. Cuz &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt; since we have the technology, we could easily create places that are water-less for people to enjoy these games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we came to the conclusion that next time, the people who live underwater must be very rich, in order to afford all these technology that would create all the living spaces. OR people would grow up, mature and become un-selfish. Money would no longer play a role in future. Everyone would be providing free services. Primary resources would be mined/however-you-get-them for free; doctors will help to cure people's illness for nothing; roadsweepers and garbage collectors would keep the environment clean because then it would be a nice place to live in; chefs will whip up delicious meals for free because everyone got the right to eat. There will be no poverty, no rich-poor gap. But.. hm. It's impossible to ask people to grow up now, what more to mature and become totally selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think to live underwater would be quite sad. You couldn't see the four seasons [snow, falling leaves, japan's &lt;em&gt;sakura&lt;/em&gt; etc] nor can one say 'let's go see the sunrise/sunset!'. And it would be quite dangerous for one to see the sunrise/sunset, won't it? You'll swim to the place where the sun is supposedly to be rising/setting and since everyone thinks the sun rises/sets from/in the sea, we'll assume that too. And *ouch, imagine the temperature slowly getting higher. And *arrgh, you get boiled. :S &lt;em&gt;Skarli&lt;/em&gt; the people don't want to see sunrise/sunset one, but thought that place was a hotspring and swim there wanting to relax and in the end, become boiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tingz worried about temperature changes in the sea. What if it gets too cold and the sea freezes? But still, ice has a lower density than water and it would float up to the surface, keeping the water underneath relatively warmer. ^0^ Anyways, ice has got such a high heat capacity, and it'd take ages for it to heat up or cool down. Oo! Then global warming ain't that much a problem already, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the high pressure of being underwater. =S Our eardrums would BURST! *pop! But biology comes into play, and evolution would take place. Our eardrums might become super strong. And natural selection would simply eliminate those who are weak and cannot survive underwater. Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since we are underwater, the environment would be cleaner as people would not be able to burn anything. The fire would simply sizzles out. LOLs. No smoking, nothing~ And there will be an universal ban of smoking/burning in water-less areas underwater. Wahaha. But for some of us, that would mean when we die and go to hell, we won't have any money to spend &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Next time instead of having dogs and cats for pets, we would be having urchins and crabs as pets! And if we are hungry, can cook them to eat also. =D And that would be the day octopus would come to play it's actual role as a thief. Why thief? Cuz octopus is 乌&lt;u&gt;贼&lt;/u&gt;. *laughs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha we would also know instantly whether someone farted. Cuz there would be bubbles coming from behind! LOL!!! It would be so scary, if you are swimming from one place to another behind a person, and suddenly a bubble popped into your face. And there are always those people who fart, then deny farting. And stink up the whole place. No more lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living underwater is a sensible choice to do, since earth is 70% water. There would be so much landspace available!! People can still continue living on land, but it would really be so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there would be a serious hazard. All the electricity buzzing around in the sea. :S If there's ever a leakage of electricity, the WHOLE underwater world will &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; electric shock!! LOLs. If there's a short circuit in singapore, people living in US of A can also feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore : &lt;em&gt;Eh my house short circuit, kena electric shock sia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US of A : &lt;em&gt;i know la, wah liao. you there short circuit, all the current travel here and perm my hair liao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oil spills. It would be so scary. People would keep on sleeping, thinking it's still night. And since we are drawing oxygen from the surrounding water and air above, we would suffocate to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be no more terrorist bombings and attacks &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;. Instead, people would go around shutting down machines that supply oxygen to our homes and maybe make a giant hole in our walls. But again, tingz thought of everything. There would be a backup plan. Life vests would pop up for everyone, along with oxygen tanks/tubes/masks and people can swim to others' houses for help or up to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLsss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we thought of more ideas but i forgotten them cuz everything just came to the mind all of a sudden. Haha. And tingz was saying &lt;em&gt;uh oh, i really think it's possible lei. how arh&lt;/em&gt;. LOLs!!! Now i think she want to invent such a technology &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116019439639067118?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116019439639067118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116019439639067118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116019439639067118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116019439639067118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/underwater-world.html' title='Underwater world'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-116009176094174536</id><published>2006-10-06T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T07:47:26.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discrimmination</title><content type='html'>A scene also took place on a BA (British Airway) flight between Johannesburg&lt;br /&gt;and London. A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black&lt;br /&gt;man. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess. "Madam, what&lt;br /&gt;is the matter?" the hostess asked. "You obviously do not see it then?"? She&lt;br /&gt;responded. "You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to&lt;br /&gt;someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat." "Be calm&lt;br /&gt;please," the hostess replied. "Almost all the places on this flight are&lt;br /&gt;taken. I will go to see if another place is available."? The hostess went&lt;br /&gt;away and then came back a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the economy&lt;br /&gt;class.? I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is one seat in&lt;br /&gt;the business class. All the same, we also have one seat in the first class."&lt;br /&gt;Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued: "It is unusual&lt;br /&gt;for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first&lt;br /&gt;class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be&lt;br /&gt;scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then turned to the black guy, and said, "Therefore, sir, if you would&lt;br /&gt;like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in first&lt;br /&gt;class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just&lt;br /&gt;witnessed stood up and applauded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like discrimmination. Extreme racisim. I am a bit racist too, i guess. I turn my head away because i couldn't stand the kind of perfume indians use; i roll my eyes whenever a bunch of rowdy malay teenagers board the bus; i laugh at the stupidity of chinese &lt;em&gt;ah-lians/bengs&lt;/em&gt; who think they are so cool and i have this opinion of the whites thinking themselves as superior to other races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, to be more accurate, i turn my head away because my nose itches from the heady perfume/deodorant of &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt;; i roll my eyes whenever &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; rowdy crosses my path; i laugh at the &lt;em&gt;ah-lians/bengs&lt;/em&gt; imbeciles of &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; race and whoever think themselves as superior to other races can just go and die in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in today's world without any form of discrimmination is hardly possible. There are so many stereotypes around. But i am glad that i would, could and shall make friends with anyone, regardless of race. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-116009176094174536?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/116009176094174536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=116009176094174536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116009176094174536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/116009176094174536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/discrimmination.html' title='&lt;strike&gt;Discrimmination&lt;/strike&gt;'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115995598821975773</id><published>2006-10-04T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T17:59:48.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=S</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm glad you told me. I'm glad you are working towards a better tomorrow, a healthier you. I am proud to have you as a friend. Someone strong with the fighting spirit. Never give up. You are just a step from winning this battle. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been a very bad girl these few days. Or rather, for the past two days + today. I've been ignoring him for no reason, refusing to look at him nor talk to him. He's devastated, and so am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me. I know he did nothing wrong, nor did he offended me. Something in me is wrecking havoc. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope this is just a phase we gotta get through, like all other phases before this. Let's hope this ends really soon, and we can get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be so much things to include in my prayer to god, if i had a god in mind and if i pray. It would take a whole night to say everything, or longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyi lent me &lt;em&gt;the bait of the satan. &lt;/em&gt;I think it's a good reading material. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fluorescent lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Off the marble floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The swinging of doors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hushed whispers of conversations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The gloom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In which hides the hope for all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which speaks volumes of the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115995598821975773?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115995598821975773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115995598821975773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115995598821975773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115995598821975773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/s.html' title='=S'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746310.post-115979938556975808</id><published>2006-10-02T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:29:45.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiyaaa</title><content type='html'>My grades always get pulled down by one stupid component/paper. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was a rather screwed up day. I was moody, no idea why too. But now, i think i'm okay. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one more month till A levels. Time's moving really fast. And i've no idea whether i should apply to an overseas university. Should i really wait for my A levels results, and let the course choose me? Assuming that my grades do not have the capacity to allow me to choose course i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should have worked harder, but there's not even time for regrets. I really feel like following adam khoo's advice, to have a strategy and a revision time table. But... cannot &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. I don't think it'll work for me. Some days i can study more, some days i cannot. Might as well maximise my time. Right? Hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115979938556975808?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115979938556975808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115979938556975808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115979938556975808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115979938556975808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/aiyaaa.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Aiyaaa&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115967538704486616</id><published>2006-10-01T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T12:03:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心雨</title><content type='html'>上梢的月牙&lt;br /&gt;白色的竹篱笆&lt;br /&gt;好想告诉我的她&lt;br /&gt;这里像幅画&lt;br /&gt;去年的圣诞卡&lt;br /&gt;记忆在你的芜杂&lt;br /&gt;画面开始没有她&lt;br /&gt;我还在装傻噢&lt;br /&gt;说好为我跑挖草&lt;br /&gt;学习摆弄它&lt;br /&gt;学生宿舍空荡荡的角&lt;br /&gt;守着电话却等不到她&lt;br /&gt;心里的雨倾盆的下&lt;br /&gt;也沾不湿她的发&lt;br /&gt;本应该明显跟上的牵挂&lt;br /&gt;那伤心原来没有时差&lt;br /&gt;心里的雨倾盆的下&lt;br /&gt;却始终淋不到她&lt;br /&gt;寒风经过院子里的枝芽&lt;br /&gt;也冷却了我手中的鲜花&lt;br /&gt;- 周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I remembered yesterday i was singing this song and lymon said i hit all the notes. ^.^ For someone who &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; sing out of tune, it's a big feat. But then he said the notes in the song are not... er. Actual notes. That they seemed to be all flats or sharps and it's easy for someone tone deaf [read: yours truly] to sing but he had to struggle to hit the correct notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... Ok &lt;em&gt;lo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with w.shan till freaking late. And half the time, i was stoning. Cuz i was too tired. Yet, she could still continue talking. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We deduced that rich guys are bastards and we should and would never ever get a rich guy. Instead, we would for semi-rich guys and &lt;strike&gt;poor&lt;/strike&gt; average guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rich guys are spoilt terribly by their parents. They &lt;em&gt;mostly&lt;/em&gt; have no money sense. They might &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; they have, as sometimes, they would think "i should save up this $500 and not buy the shirt, but instead, save up another $500 from my next day's allowance and get the latest model of handphone. *phew. i'm not so stupid as to spend &lt;strong&gt;$500&lt;/strong&gt; on a shirt today, when i can get it next week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi-rich guys know that their parents do not earn their money that easily, though considerably easier than 75% of singapore's population. They would not even &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; of spending $500 at one go. But they might spend $100 to woo a girl's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average guys don't even have $100 lying around their wallets most of the time. They are spendthrift, go for the occasional movies. Mostly, they engage in money-less activities. Like sports. *drools. Bonus : They are very fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rich guys are &lt;strong&gt;generally&lt;/strong&gt; bastards. They do not think they deserve the girl. No. They think the girl should be &lt;em&gt;honoured&lt;/em&gt; that they are with him. Get the flow? Unless the girl's parents earn the same amount as his parents, drives a mini cooper to complement his merc. and has shitloads of fugly LV bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi-rich and average guys are more mellow in this sense. They treat the girl as the girl deserves to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say if the girl is a total bitch, throwing tantrums and always wanting expensive dinners... ah, these guys won't even go after girls like that. Girls like that are reserved especially for rich bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Say the girl is just not right for the guy, they dump her. And leave her with some shreds of dignity. Not the rich guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRG &amp; AG : I'm sorry, maybe we should just be friends? [something along the line]&lt;br /&gt;RB : *won't even talk to her. just get a new girl and show it to the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rich guys often think they are the smartest creature in &lt;u&gt;their&lt;/u&gt; world and often sputter out things from his head without going through the brain first. Thus, sounding like an idiot. They need not worry about their grades since young and as they are rich, most of their friends would be of the same calibre - thinking they are smart. And their parents would think the world of them, since they seldom see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you would think, with his family background, he might have some basic dining etiquette but heyy, they are always the snobbish ones in restaurants, with the too-loud-arrogant voices and sneer. So embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi-rich guys and average guys know their place more than rich guys. They work hard to get into good academic institutions because their family couldn't possibly afford to fly him off to some &lt;em&gt;ulu&lt;/em&gt; overseas university where he can get a degree for tens of thousands without really knowing what he studied for. Neither do they have a ready-made CEO or GM position for them once they enter the working society. Thus, they are smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they do not frequent restaurants that often either, do they? No idea. But if they do, they are polite to the waiter/esses and speak in an appropriate tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiya&lt;/em&gt;. I think i'm crapping again. Very tired, what with only 6hours of sleep. But as a conclusion, i am very glad i've got lymon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115967538704486616?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115967538704486616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115967538704486616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115967538704486616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115967538704486616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='心雨'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115964389196245184</id><published>2006-10-01T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T03:18:11.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punggol Nasi Lemak</title><content type='html'>Just reached home at 230am. Gawd... I'm very full now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lymon and i went to eat punggol nasi lemak at 1230am. &lt;em&gt;Heng ah&lt;/em&gt; last bus was at 1245am and we took a bus to the stall. Woots~ And lymon saw his neighbours and got a shock. Such a coincidence :S And i finally saw how a secondary2 kid can look like a mere kiddo from primary school. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked the hell back home. Almost died. And i think my stomach doesn't really agree with coconut milk, especially late at night. Late late late at night. But it's so good, to have someone to walk and eat with =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 A lovely late supper. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115964389196245184?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115964389196245184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115964389196245184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115964389196245184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115964389196245184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/10/punggol-nasi-lemak.html' title='Punggol Nasi Lemak'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115958439643536045</id><published>2006-09-30T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T10:46:36.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@_@</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a crazy night. Not wild crazy, but &lt;em&gt;siao ding dong &lt;/em&gt;crazy. Cuz half the time, i don't know what we were doing. Haha. But punggol nasi lemak is still as good. I have half a mind to drag whoever's free to eat it again this evening. Maybe my family. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was good, meeting up with min, chow, tong and lek. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i trashed the yjc 2006prelim maths paper II~ Wahaha! Still, i realised i totally suck at continuous random variable - probability density function and cumulative density function. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update on the slowly-revealing preliminary 2006 SRJC results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a fucking B4 for my general paper. Paper II - comprehension - was &lt;strong&gt;screwed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I barely scraped an A for maths. I scored in paper I and screwed up paper II.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping for an A in physics, for god-knows-why-reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually praying that i would get a C for biology, instead of aiming for an A.&lt;br /&gt;Please, let me pass chemistry. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know nuts about the american culture. Screw the american culture, i say. They are not as influencial as they think, or as we think. The american culture is only prevalent in... america? Ok &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. I know around the world, you could find a macdonald restaurant easily, or starbucks. But... so? ARRGH. See? I'm making such superficial comments about this topic. Can anyone introduce any good books or websites providing substantial information on the american culture? Or zap your jc lecture notes for me! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i disagree with the fact that US of A is a melting pot. I don't know why, but they still give me the impression that they are racist. =( Or maybe i am just so wrong about them. I just don't like them, just like they might not like us that much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Maybe i am totally off on this topic. But spare me, cuz i know zilch about this. Or better yet, enlighten me!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115958439643536045?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115958439643536045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115958439643536045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115958439643536045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115958439643536045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='@_@'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115927474129413569</id><published>2006-09-26T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T20:45:41.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*grimaces</title><content type='html'>My back aches like shit now. Sitting upright is becoming more tedious as time passes. I mean, for the better part of the day [from 8-5pm] you've been sitting in a hard plastic chair, and coming back you are STILL sitting. It's no wonder my back aches. =( I need someone to massage for me. *groans. Pain &lt;em&gt;arh&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, received three papers from the teachers. Grades were reasonably well. =) No sight of tears yet but ah well, tomorrow we'll be getting back our chemistry paper III. Only 3 people passed in my class of 22people. =( We'll see how as things move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i'm constantly tired and worried. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope things will get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115927474129413569?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115927474129413569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115927474129413569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115927474129413569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115927474129413569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/09/grimaces.html' title='*grimaces'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115906672452124667</id><published>2006-09-24T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:09:04.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goog!</title><content type='html'>I finally gotten further than kovan and plaza singapura by travelling to bugis to meet up with min, yi, tracy, lek and tong yesterday. Oh! The glory! ^.^ It was a fun two hours spent chatting before i went off. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i did something really stupid, which results in me being fucked up late at night. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it sort of balances out, doesn't it? I was estatically happy, what with min saying i've slimmed down [*wahaha!] and sitting down talking. Then i was screwed up later in the night. And i think it's mostly my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i would rather prefer to act tough. Pretend like i need no one and well, just get on with life as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are coming to my blog through searches in google for 'huang kai yang canoe rjc'. I think it's the same person. I mean, &lt;em&gt;siao bo&lt;/em&gt;, go google on a guy &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;. He's my pre-u sem participant and waha, he's tall and cute and smart. ^-^ But who would get so crazy as to go &lt;em&gt;google&lt;/em&gt; him? =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why no one google me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Huiz reminded me of something funny which happened on thursday - the last day of prelims. Lymon and i were accompanying her, waiting for her dad to fetch her. And suddenly we were on the topic of eskimos. How they greet each other by rubbing noses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could search your memory for awhile, you'd remember i was sick since wednesday. So there i was, sneezing and stuff. And nicholas ang said must cover nose and mouth [theirs] so they won't catch my flu virus. Bad of him, right? Lols. He went off with his friends after i promised to accompany huiz. He like &lt;em&gt;lao ah ma&lt;/em&gt; like that. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I remember why we were on the topic of eskimos. Cuz huiz was wearing her thick &lt;em&gt;baleno&lt;/em&gt; jacket even when the sun's shining outside. And i said she looked like an eskimo. A brainwave came over me and i was saying i knew how come there're so little eskimos now. Cuz since it's so cold over at north pole, they'd catch a cold right? And since they go around greeting each other by rubbing noses, the flu virus would jump here and there. Everyone contract influenza. But influenza doesn't kill. What kills was the stupidity of eskimos. They sick, they still rub noses. The flu virus mutate mutate until no cure &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Antibiotics also cannot help [although we know that antibiotic doesn't help in fighting 99% of viruses].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok-ay. So like you, lymon and huiz ain't laughing either. Then i just had to add on. By saying i would kick huiz to north pole. And she actually invited me to do so. '_____' Where got people so crazy one, invite others to kick their butt?! But afraid that she might be lonely up there [cuz there're only seals and penguins to talk to. but penguins are busy doing something *read below. and seals flee into their holes to fish], i said i would fart a dynamic fart and fly myself up there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, they weren't laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not getting enough of my wits, I CONTINUED. By saying that she should be laughing that i am not kicking her to south pole. Cuz from the picture you see above, if i kick her off to south pole, she'd fall right off the surface of earth. And lymon proceeded to try talking about gravitational forces. But since it's &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; joke, there will be no such thing as gravitational forces in it. So she &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; fall off if she's at south pole. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And regarding why penguins are so busy, that they won't have time to talk to huiz is cuz :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一名記者來到南極企鵝村進行採訪，想瞭解企鵝居民平常都做些什麼消遣。&lt;br /&gt;於是，他問第一個「企鵝先生，請問你平常都做什麼事呢？」，&lt;br /&gt;企鵝回答「吃飯、睡覺、打東東」。&lt;br /&gt;那名記者覺得很奇怪，接著問另一隻企鵝「請問你平常都做些什麼活動？」，&lt;br /&gt;企鵝也答「吃飯、睡覺、打東東」。&lt;br /&gt;記者問了問，全企鵝村100隻企鵝有99隻的答案都是「吃飯、睡覺、打東東」。&lt;br /&gt;他終於問到最後一隻，企鵝卻回答「吃飯、睡覺」，&lt;br /&gt;記者很納悶，問「為什麼你沒有打東東呢？」，&lt;br /&gt;企鵝說「因為我就是東東」......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/emperor-chick.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/emperor-chick.0.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *heh heh. Where's 東東?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/Penguin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/Penguin.0.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--- 東東. *runs away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115906672452124667?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115906672452124667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115906672452124667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115906672452124667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115906672452124667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/09/goog.html' title='Goog!'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115888915019345082</id><published>2006-09-22T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T09:39:10.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay rox!!!</title><content type='html'>"According to Freud, women did not enjoy sex, which is just bullshit. And I realised after putting down those two lines, my own Freudian slip. Women generally do not want to sleep with men. I was going to say men and have no idea how the word "women" slipped in. Must be my innermost desires. So, women generally do not want to sleep with men, but they will try to seduce men anyway. Just for kicks, for laughs, for knowing the power they have, who really knows. Unconscious, conscious, who knows for sure save for the woman herself, and even then, some are not sure themselves. But I certainly did not mind. I enjoy being seduced, knowing full well that at the end of the night, I will be left with my dick in my hand. Its not the end result that I desire, the results are secondary, what I desire is the game itself. Once you draw the most you can get out of the game, winning or losing will be of the slightest difference. Afterall, the male orgasm lasts mere seconds, yet they put up with so many hours of rubbish just for those few seconds."&lt;br /&gt;- Copyright of &lt;a href="http://prickisgod.blogspot.com"&gt;http://prickisgod.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above, in answer of bryan's question as to why girls dress themselves up to the nines [or for some, like a slut], their outfit practically shouting at all the alpha-males walking by to go get them this instant, and act like a bitch when approached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they acted like a bitch cuz the guy looked like he's got a face of small dick. Or he just doesn't look pleasant, nice, presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. All said, i haven't tried clubbing yet. A person's life ain't complete without at least one wild experience of clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go clubbing, dance my guts out and get very drunk. Before you ask, i am not in a bad mood. But that's what i want to do, cuz... it's one of my idea of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am a wild girl, trapped in the body of a nerd. Haha!! If i've a fabulous figure or at least a decent one, i would wear clothes that flaunt my figure. Tight fitting, skin hugging, short [and i mean real short] skirts shorts etc, clothes with holes and stuff. Ah. But i didn't, cuz i haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideas of fun range. From curling up in a comfy couch reading a book right to the other end, clubbing. But first, i need to learn how to dance sexily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, i think tingz has got an ultra-sensitive sensor onto my moods. She could literally zoom in to my mood, without me saying much. Hell, sometimes i don't even look upset, and she could see that i am. I don't know how she does that, but it's cool. *hugs tingz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ahhh.... i seldom has got a chance to get upset nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. I think i've mutated into those irritating freaks who couldn't get enough of their relationship, and still gloat all over it for the world to see. Nowadays, i talk about nothing else but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick really puts me in a weird mood. ^0^ I love jay chou~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115888915019345082?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115888915019345082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115888915019345082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115888915019345082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115888915019345082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/09/jay-rox.html' title='Jay rox!!!'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115874039208533569</id><published>2006-09-20T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:19:52.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I'm one hot lass one, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling feverish. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from ting's house in the morning and after an hour, my throat hurts. I feel feverish. I slept and shivered, even though the fan's not on and windows are closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank redoxon and it sucks. This's my first time drinking it, and i had always thought it would taste like orange juice. Apparently not. It sucks. *pukes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't touched my chemistry stuff. I just feel like stoning and going back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I developed a craving for Lays potato chips recently. Bbq-ed flavor. Am i pregnant? Why do i keep eating the same thing? If so, my pregnancy has got cheap taste. People pregnant they crave for real expensive sticks of cheese, abalone porridge, slabs of rich triple chocolate fudge cakes and whatever-delicacy-out-there. Me? I yearn after a large packet of $3.30 bbq-ed lays potato chips sold at the econ minimart near my house. Cheap, i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brains' frittered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brains, you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#*(&amp;%"&gt;!@#*(&amp;amp;%&lt;/a&gt;# ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115874039208533569?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115874039208533569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115874039208533569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115874039208533569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115874039208533569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/09/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115864007865520049</id><published>2006-09-19T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T12:27:58.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*MUACKS!!!</title><content type='html'>Everyone cares about looking good. It's a fact. Looking good does not necessarily mean going to extremities, like painting an inch or two of powder on your face. You look into the mirror. You use your fingers to comb through your hair, patting down stray hairs. You smile into the mirror, bare your teeth and check if there's veggie stuck in there. Looking good is a human instinct. But when one gets obsessed with beauty, that spells trouble with a capital T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Middle Ages, women attached leeches to their faces, in hope of achieving a pale complexion. In the Elizabethan Times, women painted their faces with a cream made from powdered white lead and subsequently, died from lead poisoning. Ancient Chinese women bound their feet, which crushed their bones. All these, in pursuit of the beauty as seen in different eras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, skinny insects with toothpicks to pass off as limbs are considered beauty. Lanky creatures with flawless -nevertheless photoshopped - complexion, big doe eyes, who looked like they've been abused since childhood are objects of beauty to whom people swoon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media does not help either. One television programme after another, featuring how fat - and ugly - people undergo slimming program and &lt;em&gt;voila&lt;/em&gt;, they became much more confident and (do i even need to say this?) beautiful. Some might say, but the photos really showed that they have indeed become prettier after they slimmed down! A pack of lies, toying with your subconscious, i would say. Notice what they were wearing before the slimming program/makeover? Singlet, couple with a pair of ugly tattered unsightly shorts. Combined with their glum faces, slouched stance and you got yourself an unhappy &lt;u&gt;fat&lt;/u&gt; ugly person. After the program, they are dressed in a slinky borrowed dress, finished with shiny black heels. They have their hair done, been professionally made up, stand up straight [hell allows one to slouch in heels!] and... SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being brainwashed, people - especially females - began thinking that "hey! what am i doing in this normal weight range for my height? I should be underweight!". It turns into a sin to be seen eating your fill in restaurants, hawker centres, wherever that may contain more than 5persons whom you don't know. It makes one wrecked with guilt, at finishing that small container of ben&amp;jerry's cookie dough ice cream, or eating half a packet of Lays potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They start exercising vigorously, everyday They start to count the number of calories in that stick of celery. And all these, not because of health reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's assume that majority of the victims to today's media representation of 'beauty' are women. The women (some) complain that they are doing all these because of the men. That men want them to look good. Yet, they should have realise that the people who really love them as who they are, do not care how they look like. Fat, thin, short, tall. Like, who cares? I'm in love with you, not your body. Of cuz, admittedly a good figure doesn't minus points. But having a good figure is just a bonus. I wonder how long would women take to realise that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some yearn for confidence. Yeah, an improvement to outer appearances sure boost the confidence level. For like, 1 week 2 weeks? You look good, you could fit into the size 22 jeans. Good for you. Strangely, you still couldn't get dates because you are still stuttering. You still couldn't get the job you want, because you blank out during interviews. You still do not get a promotion at work, because you are still shy around meeting clients. You realise your life has not changed much, and you go for more. First you lose the excess fats and get rid of the cellulite. Then you lose the necessary fats and tighten the loosening skin. After which you inject collagen at the corners of your eyes and lips. You get a nose job, boob job &lt;strike&gt;[and what's lacking is just a good blowjob]&lt;/strike&gt; and break your legs to grow taller. In the end, you realise you can't smile, you need to go for botox every other day and you keep breaking the metal in your legs with every step you walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real boost to confidence comes from the inside. Real beauty exudes from the inside. People who love you do not care at all how you look like. People who care about how fat you are, are people who have no business to be in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mental problem. It's an obstacle one need to get through. A person need to fully understand the meaning of 'beauty' before she could become beautiful. Beauty comes in the form of self-confidence, where one does not care about what others think of their body. You know you are smart, you look good, you feel good and you are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the ending abit sucky. And the paragraphs above have no flow to them, cuz there's no particular topic. But to watch someone's weight plummeting and their self vanishing is no fun. Nor is worrying over the greyish tint in their faces and the bones protruding out at the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, i am a victim too. I obsessed spontaneously over my body. The curves, all at the wrong places. 不该凹的凹, 不该凸的凸. I resolve not to binge on snacks. I swear no carbohydrates shall enter my body. In the end, i still eat when i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moan all the time about my increasing weight, my thunder thighs and my expanding waistline. So much to the fact that lymon got irritated and said that i ain't fat. No flamboyant explanation to that. Just &lt;em&gt;you are not fat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I ate all i want. And even if i am fat, i don't think i honestly care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i am happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!!! Ok. I really start to feel so happy now. Happiness bubbling inside of me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm more than happy. I'm contented. It's not easy to feel contentment in life. But i am, now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lymon was happy with that jay chou's cd. And i absolutely love that purse~ *laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are so happy now. Getting very stable, what with the metacentre being higher than centre of gravity of our relationship. ^0^ I realised we were really screwed up a few months ago. But through all these storms and drama, i think we came to understand each others' expectations more and learn how to deal with stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D It's so cool to feel liberated from all the negativity at the start of the year. Like they say, all's well end well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee~!!!! *dances around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SOUND SO BIMBOTIC AND I AM LOVING IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, all my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115864007865520049?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115864007865520049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115864007865520049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115864007865520049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115864007865520049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/09/muacks.html' title='*MUACKS!!!'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115847683741436648</id><published>2006-09-17T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:07:17.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/p1004469294.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/p1004469294.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, in exchange for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/LWLSAW.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/LWLSAW.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of &lt;a href="http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2005/09/perfect-day.html"&gt;this day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;Happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;Happy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lovesick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115847683741436648?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115847683741436648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115847683741436648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115847683741436648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115847683741436648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/09/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115823534909447244</id><published>2006-09-14T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:47:29.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full life. *burp</title><content type='html'>I am so easily influenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum said that she told the dentists at work about my interest in going to australia to study nutrition and dietetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr C. said i might as well focus on my A levels and do really well, to get in to dentistry. He encouraged me to do so, cuz i had worked as a DSA [dental surgery assistant] before and if my results are good, my chances of getting in to that faculty soar higher than any others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr N. said that singapore has no lack of nutritionists and dieticians, even though local universities do not offer this field of study. In other words, this field is 不吃香. You dump all your money into that course, and what are the chances of getting back the capital plus starting to earn a profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she reminded me of another interest of mine [ya &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, i know i got a lot of interests]. Which is organizing event. I can't believe that she remembered it, but i think i once told her that it'd be very interesting to organise events. Big events, mind. Like company events, ministry events. Events like the upcoming IMF congregation or meeting in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the feeling of getting my teeth into all the details of an event, more so bossing people around. It would be very PR [public relations] and i absolutely love to work with people [who have to listen to me, smile at me even when i'm scolding them]. But no science. =( I think i would get tired of the job easily, cuz you learn no new information at all. I need my science. I'm a science person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if i still remain the geeky me now? PR people are very savvy, charismatic and suave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they can talk. Really talk. Talk damn well, until they can convince the other party that they are the best in this universe, and convince themselves what they are saying are the absolute truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, this job pays well. Cuz dr N has got a friend who holds this job, and her pay is  *weewoowee good [ok, maybe not &lt;em&gt;weewoowee&lt;/em&gt; good, but good].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND if i really am going into this career line, i won't need to leave singapore at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interest VS practicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny i would choose dentistry over nutrition and dietetics &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; i can foresee what are my A level grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, i am swayed [i actually typed 'suayed'].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser. Dentistry. Dietetics. Organiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a headache thinking of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum just told me another piece of news. She was asking if i knew this DSA who worked in the other branch. In fact, i do and has worked with her on a few occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died of cancer a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was utterly shocked. I had heard of people dying of cancer, people who are related to people around me. But not anyone who i personally knew. And she was only in her thirties. A woman in her prime. She doesn't look ill the last time i saw her, which was... ah... actually quite some time back. A year maybe? My mum together with the other DSAs and dr C went to visit her after a surgery and she looked fine. Her brother lied to her that the tumour was gone, when in fact, the cancer cells had actually spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum said&lt;em&gt; so must treasure life, and do what you want, eat what you can. Don't worry about getting fat. When you die, you want to get fat also cannot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;And now i've a sudden urge to go buy a BIG packet of Lays potato chips. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If next time i were to contract some terminal disease, i would hope to know the truth about my body. Firstly, it is the indignation. It's &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; body. Secondly, i would then live life to the fullest. To be frank, who in this world really do live life to their fullest? Not till they realise they are going to die soon in 3 months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were going to die, i would :&lt;br /&gt;1. Go skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;2. Go try bungee jumping&lt;br /&gt;3. Parachuting&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn rollerblading&lt;br /&gt;5. Ski&lt;br /&gt;6. Experience all 4 seasons&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat all the good food available&lt;br /&gt;8. Take lots of photos&lt;br /&gt;9. Learn to play dotA&lt;br /&gt;10. Really try to be happy always&lt;br /&gt;11. Want to organise my own funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind momentarily blanked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live life to the fullest from now on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115823534909447244?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115823534909447244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115823534909447244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115823534909447244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115823534909447244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/09/full-life-burp.html' title='Full life. *burp'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115815786148323988</id><published>2006-09-13T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:31:01.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am paranoid</title><content type='html'>- of cats who frisk around, especially near my path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- of playing with chopsticks as they might (somehow) enter my nostril, poke my brains out and make a mess of my meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt; a freaking lot of &lt;/em&gt;birds chirping in trees or any areas in the sky cuz their shit is disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- of taking the lift as the ropes might break and i might just fall to my death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- of all the feelings i am feeling now. It's taking too much a toll on me and i might burst any second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- of planes flying overhead and real close. Bombs and as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- of growing so fat that i would have to go to the tailor to make all my clothes. And they would have to use about the length of a curtain for a pair of shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- of enclosed areas, as i think i might die from suffocating [lack of air, freedom etc.].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-of huge open areas. Cuz i would simply feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- that everyone i love would die one day, and i would be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- that he who i like a lot would one day, change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- of changes (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- of being so paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's tiring being me. I live in constant palpitating fear. It's like the background radiation in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly questioning myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do they really like me, or do they just want something from me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does he really like me, or does he just want to get into my pants?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*suffering from a bout of low self-esteem in which one deems ownself as unworthy of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one shall attempt to console me, cuz. Ah wells. I would probably laugh at this entry tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been a real long time since i felt so low. Lymon's a real good drug. That's when he's working and not past his expiry date(s). Then i would have to get a new stock of &lt;em&gt;Lymons&lt;/em&gt; and make myself happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!! I cracked a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i go again, making a fool out of myself. For nothing. Out of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think this is very beautiful :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尽情地去爱吧, 就当作不曾受过伤&lt;br /&gt;尽情地跳舞吧, 就当作没有人看见&lt;br /&gt;尽情地歌唱吧, 就当作没有人听见&lt;br /&gt;尽情地工作吧, 就当作你不需要钱&lt;br /&gt;尽情地生活吧, 就当作今天是生命最后一天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't it be nice, to live life by these few 'simple' principles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is so easily attained by simple things. Yet, we humans love to make things complicated, to torment ourselves from reaching happiness. &lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt; we complain about how unhappy we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115815786148323988?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115815786148323988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115815786148323988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115815786148323988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115815786148323988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-paranoid.html' title='I am paranoid'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115797572296080534</id><published>2006-09-11T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:55:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baos ^0^</title><content type='html'>Something urged me to come online. A voice in my head. My gut feeling. Instinct-based. Anyway, i did, against my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read min's blog. Read yi's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i dropped &lt;em&gt;[baobaos] &lt;3&lt;/em&gt; from my msn nick ( and i thought it was really a small matter ={ ), it's still there. The friendships. As objected to something superfluous, it's something that's important to my 'growing-up' phase. The memories. They are something tangible, that i want to keep forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i dropped the few words, you guys are always here. *points to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In there. Snugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115797572296080534?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115797572296080534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115797572296080534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115797572296080534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115797572296080534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/09/baos-0.html' title='Baos ^0^'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115770842154530454</id><published>2006-09-08T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:40:21.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World. World.</title><content type='html'>My brother is so &lt;em&gt;kao pei kao bu&lt;/em&gt;. Like, fuck man. He uses the computer daily for almost 8hours straight. From noon till deep into the night. At least 8hours. And when we say we need to use it, he gives this stupid &lt;em&gt;dulan&lt;/em&gt; face like we're doing him some injustice and refuses to unglue himself from the computer screen. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take today. He'd been using the computer for 5fucking hours. I had to retrieve my prelims time table from my email that weisheng scanned for me cuz i lost that fucking piece of paper. And he was grumbling &lt;em&gt;all the way&lt;/em&gt;. Grumble. Threw a fucking childish tantrum. Went outside to complain to my mother. Switched on the tv and turned up the volume to the loudest. Like, what the fuck. And to think i asked him in a very nice tone. I didn't raise my voice, i talked to him like an equal human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He simply doesn't deserve these niceties His prelims are coming. I think. Cuz he never says anything about examinations, nor does he ever study. Maybe he did. Maybe i am blind. I am going to laugh right into his face when he fails his o' level. Maybe i am mean. Maybe he deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just being this &lt;em&gt;chee bye kia&lt;/em&gt; these few years. I can't believe i actually tolerated nonsense like this from him for 17years. Yes, he's 17years old. Not 5years old. Not even 13years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just totally spoils my mood, which is already bad and rotten to begin with. To hell with imbeciles like him. FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An abrupt change of topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that one's mental state can be subjected to wear and tear, that one's mental defences can be weakened and even destroyed - resulting in insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what's sanity and insanity? Every single thing in this world is relative. Nothing is absolute in this world. So i might be a complete terror or a bitch, compared to someone, like, say, mother teresa. Ok. That's out of point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone might be born insane. I mean, why would we mindlessly follow these rules and regulations set by schools, societies, governments? Because it's for the good of people, and cohesion of communities, societies. But can we really not survive without these rules and regulations? Try not to think of &lt;em&gt;lord of the flies&lt;/em&gt; when we are on this topic. Those children are being isolated with no means of defence nor appropriate education. In a society, can people really not survive together without these rules? What are crimes? They are things done against the rights of people, against the code of conduct set by the very people who sentence these people to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without these boundaries, would people go to the extremes of commiting crimes? Everyone might live happily, doing what they please. That's of cuz, in an ideal world. Where everyone's at peace with the skies and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in an ideal world, with people who love me and i love them. I want to live in a world, where sadness and anguish are just legendary tales and people simply couldn't fathom what these emotions are. But then, like what dumbledore says, the ability to feel pain is what makes one human. So maybe, getting upset once in a while is fine in my ideal world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in this world, where i can eat all the delicious food i want without getting fat. I want to live in this world, where beauty is not judged by the size of your waist, nor the fairness of your skin and absolutely not by your height. I want to live in this world, where everyone adores each other. Where true love prevails. Where people get together and stay together forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in a world where i am happy 23/7!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115770842154530454?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115770842154530454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115770842154530454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115770842154530454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115770842154530454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/09/world-world.html' title='World. World.'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115743013993086660</id><published>2006-09-05T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:58:14.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 stones.</title><content type='html'>Busy scanning the chemistry mock exam paper III for people in my class who didn't turn up yesterday. And there're so many pages, i almost died scanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is not justine. Her mind and soul are currently in another world, stoning. Deprived from blogging, she couldn't come back to reality in a matter of seconds. This is just your figment of imagination - this piece of blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. 7 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME&lt;br /&gt;-tanned&lt;br /&gt;-short&lt;br /&gt;-chubby&lt;br /&gt;-slacker&lt;br /&gt;-bookworm&lt;br /&gt;-crazy&lt;br /&gt;-loves eating eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 7 THINGS THAT SCARE ME&lt;br /&gt;-the unexplained supernatural&lt;br /&gt;-the 5 vocabulary words you need to explain in a comprehension&lt;br /&gt;-and the summary too&lt;br /&gt;-loneliness&lt;br /&gt;-hatred&lt;br /&gt;-growing fatter and fatter&lt;br /&gt;-being scared of so many nonsensical stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 7 RANDOM MUSIC AT THE MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;- (thinking of) my name is kim sam soon's OST&lt;br /&gt;-jay chou songs&lt;br /&gt;-jay chou songs sang by lymon [HAHAHA]&lt;br /&gt;-happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;-erm...&lt;br /&gt;-pornography graffiti&lt;br /&gt;-lalala~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 7 THINGS I LIKE THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;- my parents&lt;br /&gt;-lymon!&lt;br /&gt;-friends&lt;br /&gt;-clothes&lt;br /&gt;-books&lt;br /&gt;-shoes&lt;br /&gt;-$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 7 THINGS I SAY THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;- wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;-i love you~&lt;br /&gt;-huh?&lt;br /&gt;-*ah choo!&lt;br /&gt;-erm...&lt;br /&gt;-HAR?&lt;br /&gt;-oo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 7 PEOPLE I WANNA SEE DO THIS&lt;br /&gt;no need to see &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, can guess who'll do it. but surprise me. ^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think the above is quite lame &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. 7 things, so there must be 7items on the list &lt;em&gt;ma&lt;/em&gt;. End up only 6 items. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black is not a colour. It is the absence of colours ; the absorbance of all light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dry old memories and sprinkle them onto new sprouting ones. In order for the new memories to flourish and burst into life. Are the old memories thus forgotten, or just absorbed by the new ones? Can one really forget what happened, and start afresh? Or are they tainted by these memories ever since?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i cannot stand not blogging for more than 4days. Some fragments of my soul would die die turn on the computer, log into blogger and start typing up some shit. Heh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the dentist later for my checkup. Man, i sure wish i hadn't swallowed the jewel he helped me to adhesive-d [ok, i don't wanna use the word 'glue' cuz it sounds so... un-dentistry. He used some adhesive, but what's the verb?!] on. Eergh.&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/5746310-115743013993086660?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115743013993086660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115743013993086660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115743013993086660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115743013993086660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/09/7-stones.html' title='7 stones.'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115707681096059906</id><published>2006-09-01T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T10:13:31.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dietician</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i discovered how much it is i actually wanted to be a nutritionist/dietician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a job which involves people-to-people interaction, steeps into the area of science and allows me to stay healthy at the same time! I envision myself working in a hospital 4 or 5 years from now as a dietician, and that makes me happy. And the fact that i am able to present myself with that vision, is yet another sign of how much i really yearn for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being practical, i worry about the job market. What if i come back, with a degree in nutrition and dietetics, and no one wants to employ me?? Worse, what if the degree is not recognised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore universities do not offer this course, and it's stated that they recognise degrees from australia, UK etc. But still, with my &lt;em&gt;suay&lt;/em&gt; life, i would &lt;em&gt;suay suay&lt;/em&gt; get into an university which is not recognised. Haha. Ok &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, maybe not. Cuz i would consult an agent what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to apply to monash university [yeah, that's the uni. which i want to go to], i need my prelims results. Darrell told me that monash is not that good a university, 30 or 40 or 50 placement in the world. Lousier than his university [which is university of melbourne]. And xuan and him kept asking me to go over to melb. uni. Said that it's even better than NUS! But! &lt;em&gt;Siao ah&lt;/em&gt;! Don't have the course i want, ask me go there to stone &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think somehow, i've overcome the psychological barrier of not being able to survive out there alone. 4 years, it'd pass fast. I mean, in a blink of an eye, almost 2years of my college life have already passed. And a levels' approaching. Oh. And the prelim results i need would be say, 1As and 2Bs or something like that. Need not be all As. He made it sounds so easy, but i would have to check it out with the agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, i've one week to decide on my fate. I would be placing my bet on my prelims results. If they turn out to be fine, i would apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worrying that i might regret : what if my a levels reults turn out to be better than expected, turn out that i could actually enter NUS dentistry? Then i realised that i want to do dentistry as well as nutrition and dietetics equally badly. So it's no big loss. You gain one, you lose one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Talk so much. Later my prelims come out all Cs and Ds. Then i no need to worry also &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115707681096059906?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115707681096059906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115707681096059906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115707681096059906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115707681096059906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/09/dietician.html' title='Dietician'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115702976547313506</id><published>2006-08-31T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:09:25.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Dad</title><content type='html'>Letter to Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It was addressed "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Randy and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you'll like him too - even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Randy is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn't so old these days is it?), and has no money, really these things shouldn't stand in the way of our relationship, don't you agree? Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.&lt;br /&gt;It's true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be growing it for us and we'll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;Your loving daughter, Rosie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the page were the letters "PTO". Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaa!!! I read this from esther's blog and it is darn funny! I laugh till &lt;em&gt;pengz&lt;/em&gt;. Up till now, i'm still laughing. LOLs!!! If my daughter ever does this, i'll... laugh my head off. And i'll be so proud of her, cuz she's so witty~!! Haha!! Ok, think too much. But yeah. LOLs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday yiwen! *muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy early teachers' day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite a happy day. And i hope i'd be a better friend to everyone from now on! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115702976547313506?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115702976547313506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115702976547313506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115702976547313506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115702976547313506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/letter-to-dad.html' title='Letter to Dad'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115667284244263247</id><published>2006-08-27T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:00:42.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag game</title><content type='html'>I still could not see what accounted for my mood last night. I am still baffled. Overwrought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules: Bold the statements that are true to you. Italise the statements that you WISH are true. Leave the fibs alone. Then, stab 5 people to do the same test. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want TV these days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed alot mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;br /&gt;I like sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of moodswings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in trackpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what i want to do with the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have alot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the 'South Park' movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy at this moment&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who i am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walk barefoot whenever i can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I work at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I want a college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have every journal I've written in.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees are a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a tatoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that i work with.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, the more nonsensical the better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love being happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People stabbed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fill&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115667284244263247?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115667284244263247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115667284244263247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115667284244263247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115667284244263247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/tag-game.html' title='Tag game'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115660634572149067</id><published>2006-08-26T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:32:25.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>I have been telling myself not to get upsetted over nitty gritty things and feel disappointed, but in the end, as always, i still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been telling myself to take things easy and smile, but in the end, as always, i fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself, over and over again. I fall, each and every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel shattered, torn and tattered. In the end, i just feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring myself to view all these as an outsider, but i am just as confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it ok for me to no longer want to think, to feel, to feel so wrecked over things? I just want to breathe and live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115660634572149067?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115660634572149067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115660634572149067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115660634572149067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115660634572149067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115617726528268286</id><published>2006-08-24T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T16:20:57.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Man's actions are usually fuelled by fear or greed.' Is this a fair comment?</title><content type='html'>There is bound to be an underlying reason in everything we do. Humans are equipped with the ability to think and analyse. I believe every normal, sane human being would usually think before he or she acts. There may be various causes to Man's actions, however, I think it is fair to say that their actions are usually fuelled by fear or greed. I understand that there are other causes, but if you take these reasons apart and analyse them properly, most of it still boil down to the two primary causes : fear and greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Man's actions are mostly influenced by the things on-going around them. They see the situation they are in, assume the worst possible case and take the safest route because of their fear of the worst outcome. In Singapore, for example, bullying in school is an increasingly worrying issue. Students are being bullied, and yet they do not report to the authorities -- fear of being further traumatised by the bullies. The bullies are also victims. They fear not being accepted by their clique of friends and are often insecure. On an international scale, the actions of Man can be seen to be done in the name of fear and greed. Take the case of the United States of America being unwilling to sign the Kyoto Protocol. THey fear it would affect their industries and economy. Out of greed for higher profits, they refused to protect the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, some might argue that the actions of Man are spurred by the possession of their own noble dreams or aspirations ;and not of trival reasons like fear or greed. True, I agree that we humans do do things in the name of wanting to get into the best university, getting a good job, enjoying a comfortable life or whichever one's dreams are. We work hard, toil day and night, just to achieve what we want. Yet in some cases, it can be quite apparent that having these dreams stems from the fear of lagging behind everyone else. If one traces the root of desiring a good life, it comes from the fear of struggling with financial problems in future. Likewise with the rapid globalisation and modernisation ongoing with the world out there. Everyone is improving their countries' infrastructure, producing skilled labour... Out of fear of being stranded in the middle of nowhere, out of greed of wanting to increase profits. Therefore, it might be true that some of us really do things for our dreams and aspirations, but take note that most of the dreams and aspirations stem from fear or greed as well (if we were to trace the underling forces that fuel our actions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, one would say that, sometimes a person has no choice but to act in a certain way. Or that, their actions are based on others' expectations. Often, you would find students saying they are studying because their parents are expecting them to top the class and they do not want to disappoint their parents. In Singapore, most students work hard to get good grades, because they do not want to enter the EM3 or normal technical stream in school.This is expected of them by their family and society. Society ostracise those who are slower in their studies and label them as 'stupid' or 'worthless'. Another example would be Indonesia. Tree logging and burning of precious forests are a daily affair. The government knows it would be disastrous if this persists, yet cannot afford to do anything about it. This is attributed to the fact that the burning and logging are done by multinational companies (MNCs) and they contribute the most to the country's economy. Yet, if one stops to think about it, it is not because they have no choice nor they have to live up to others' expectations. All these are done in fear. Fear that the society might not accept them or a vast majority of the people might be affected if the MNCs leave the country, and the country's economy would suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, not all Man's actions are fuelled by fear or greed. In fact, they are done in the name of love and care! People volunteer on a regular basis at hospitals, old folks' / children's homes, Red Cross Society and the Salvation Army. They truly feel that the people who are less well-off and sincerely want to help them. This is also evident by how fast the whole world responded to calls of help from Indonesia after the tsunami hit them on December 2004. Countries sent food and supplies over, providing manpower to restore the place and most importantly, providing financial aid to help in the restoration. Donations came from all corners of the globe and the whole world united together to do what they could, to help Indonesia tide over this crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also sentient beings. We could feel for each other and provide care and concern. Often, we ask after our friends and family. This concern definitely does not come from fear or greed, but genuine love and care. I believe that most of us sincerely want the best for our family and would protect them from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us might also do things in the name of our religion. This is shown by how women in Muslim countries are to dress conservatively or how the Catholics do not believe in abortion as it is akin to murder. The controversial case of doing things because of religion would be terrorism. It may be a misinterpretation of religious scripts, but it still is because of religion. However, if one examines closely, most of them are doing these things or following these rules out of fear of their God, or being ostracised and punished by the society they live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, there is a multiplicity of reasons, on a superficial level, as to why people act in certain ways. Things might be done in the name of God, for the sake of pursuing their dreams and aspirations or simply because they face no other choices. Yet, all these boil down to two far simpler reasons: fear and greed. it is comforting to know that there are things done out of love and care. However, with the way society has evolved today, I feel that it is quite fair to say that Man's actions are usually fuelled by fear or greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh!! The above is the most recent GP essay i wrote in class. And it got 33/50! *glee! Usually, i fail my GP essays. Cuz my arguements are too superficial. But hey, i thought i was writing a load of bullshit this time round, and i got such a good pass! =D So of cuz must type it up here to &lt;em&gt;hao lian la&lt;/em&gt;! Lols. =D Though i (and most others) think that he marked rather leniently this time round, as most of us who always fails, passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims coming damn soon. Next wednesday would be the first paper - GP. =S And from tomorrow onwards, no school! Tomorrow is a holiday, since our school was supposed to have a holiday due to polling day. And they postponed it to tomorrow. Saturday gonna go back school for extra lessons, and after which is study leave. Must. Mug. HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the raspberry fraupuccino ice blended tea from starbucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115617726528268286?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115617726528268286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115617726528268286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115617726528268286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115617726528268286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/mans-actions-are-usually-fuelled-by.html' title='&apos;Man&apos;s actions are usually fuelled by fear or greed.&apos; Is this a fair comment?'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115617722274145681</id><published>2006-08-22T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T00:20:50.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Pretty' 'Ugly'</title><content type='html'>Was listening to 93.3FM when this girl called in to bitch about 'unfairness' in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was her complaint? She lamented the recent phenomenon of how guys are choosing 'ugly' girls over 'pretty' ones. She said she saw many girls around her, who were &lt;strike&gt;tanned&lt;/strike&gt; dark and fat, having boyfriends that stick to them eveywhere they go [read: devoted]. And she, who is tall and works hard to maintain her body [which in other words, she is saying that she is pretty], doesn't have any guys after her. She insisted that girls like her, or rather, she, aren't desperate for guys. But it's just unfair. And she has this colleague whom she doesn't like a lot. Who she thinks is not pretty, bad, have a hot temper etc, yet her boyfriend tolerates it. She questions why guys are choosing/preferring ugly girls, instead of pretty girls [like her].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*double rolling of eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see the DJ trying hard not to be mean. From the few words they exchanged, you could more or less guess the type of person she is : arrogant, ignorant, self-centered, imbecile, bimbo and the list goes on. And anyone could see why no guys are after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i marvel at the stupidity of certain mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115617722274145681?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115617722274145681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115617722274145681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115617722274145681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115617722274145681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/pretty-ugly.html' title='&apos;Pretty&apos; &apos;Ugly&apos;'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115590805821501274</id><published>2006-08-18T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T07:39:51.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*bruuuup</title><content type='html'>Heh. Ok. I lied again. I shouldn't say i would stop blogging, but instead, i would blog sporadically from now on. Cuz i am such an interesting person that even when i try to be boring, interesting things happen to me!! It's like a magnetic field attraction, only i am the magnet and trouble is being attracted to me. Plus, i'm currently have PMS, which means i would be having frequent mood swings, being irritated about my weight gain and swollen breasts and having a lack of control. And the electrolytes in my body ain't working as well, as my muscles are constantly aching and i feel like i'm falling sick all the time. *sniffles. On the plus side, well, there's nothing. 'Cept for this conversation i had this morning. [You recognise the different subject elements in this paragraph? Physics, biology, chemistry and GP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that my friend had a purple file given by the school, while i had actually gotten the pink one. My favourite colour's purple, so of cuz i asked for an exchange, citing that &lt;em&gt;purple is so gay&lt;/em&gt; as a reason. He okay-ed it when i said i had it in a nicer colour. Lols. Then i saw his NS enlistment letter and on it stated that they could dedicate songs on Power98FM for their loved ones. Laughed about how lame it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;em&gt;Then i will dedicate it to my mummy and say 'mummy i miss you! NS sucks, I hate singapore!!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sergeant would hear the dedication and ask who dedicated that song. Then he go pick up call. And come back saying 'Tommy chua, your mother just called to say she miss you too. ... Who is tommy chua?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaa!!! I think it's so funny!!! And no prize for guessing who that lame friend is. Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115590805821501274?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115590805821501274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115590805821501274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115590805821501274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115590805821501274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/bruuuup.html' title='*bruuuup'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115565861029803824</id><published>2006-08-16T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:16:50.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugger fest.</title><content type='html'>Just back not long from celebrating yi's birthday at chomp chomp with min, chow, tong and lek. Didn't really end on a happy note cuz of lek's antics. But ah, all's well end well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be on a mini hiatus. Cuz there simply ain't anything interesting to update on recently. Unless you want to hear how much i've revised for my biology etc. I'm going to try my best to mug at least a topic out of a subject every night. Therefore, i'll be sleeping only 4hours a day and risk looking like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would gladly appreciate if no one mention that little piece of fact to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims gonna be here in 2weeks or so. *argh. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If bored, read my archives &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115565861029803824?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115565861029803824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115565861029803824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115565861029803824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115565861029803824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/mugger-fest.html' title='Mugger fest.'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115544517198970600</id><published>2006-08-13T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:50:03.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/P8080077.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be too harsh on my friends. Their behaviour, actions and attitude. Sometimes, i take things too seriously and stiffens the people-people bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need to learn how to relax and take things as they come [think: slowly].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) And i hope i really could get back my mugging stinct. I've been slacking too much the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's always comforting to know that there'd always be someone there to listen to your mindless rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously irked by this disgustingly commercialised world. Went to tampines and there was this plug of the OTO brand, which supposingly helps people to achieve a slimmer figure through vibrations, vibrations and more &lt;em&gt;vi-vi-vi-brrrrations&lt;/em&gt;. So they hitched this host from mediacorp to publicise their &lt;strike&gt;vibrators&lt;/strike&gt; products. People tried the vibrating products and their mouth, along with blubs of fat, went up and down and up and down and up and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Anyone with two brains would know that these products are shitty.&lt;/strike&gt; I feel that these things are useless. There is no easy way out to achieving a desirable figure and attain the healthy weight. &lt;strike&gt;Curb&lt;/strike&gt; Control the diet and exercise. Vibrating your fats and imagining that they are breaking up your fats are so... *rolls eyes. And i heard that too much of these vibratings of your body *bloop bloop blooooop are not good for health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wise up people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think they must've signed on some 12-year-old kid to promote their products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; A lady, whom the host personally knows, used their vibrators and lost weight. Plus! Her fingers which couldn't move initially, could move. No one knows why it is like this, but who knows. Maybe the machine helped to improve blood circulation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it does make sense at first glance [or first sound whichever], doesn't it? That all the vibratings are going to make your red blood cells bounce around more happily than ever. *zooom. But, hey. No. I have no evidence as to why i think it doesn't, but well. It doesn't. To me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115544517198970600?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115544517198970600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115544517198970600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115544517198970600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115544517198970600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115539763729383017</id><published>2006-08-12T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:47:17.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EIGHTEEN</title><content type='html'>Woots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday + today = HAPPY DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was lunch with lymon. Today is lunch with the usual crowd in class. =) And tingz prepared a BIG surprise. A BIG cake that could not even stand on 2 tables. When i walked away, they set up the whole surprise. And it was really a surprise. A candle on a cake. Haha. It wasn't that big &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;! Not even nearrr!! Tingz that sucker. Haha! But the cake is very nice! *muacks! I love all of you!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours later, tingz and lymon came to my house. The others &lt;em&gt;ps&lt;/em&gt; them! Haha! And they wrecked havoc with the cake my mum bought. =O &lt;em&gt;Machiam&lt;/em&gt; throwing cake around the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought 4D and toto for the first time! Haha! Virgin/beginner's luck. But no &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;, didn't strike 4d. &lt;em&gt;Sian&lt;/em&gt;! Rushed to meet liting at taka's kinokuniya(haha). Finally saw her after so many so many months! Ate at thaiexpress, together with yi, tong and mel. =) I finally saw the fireworks, which were very nice! Fabulous! Nearing the end, it was orgasmic as the sky was drawn wildly with golden streaks of fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an estactic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone, for the messages, testimonials, gifts and hugs! Wahah!! I love all of you!!! ALL! ALL!!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*muacks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115539763729383017?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115539763729383017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115539763729383017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115539763729383017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115539763729383017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/eighteen.html' title='EIGHTEEN'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115530813109272734</id><published>2006-08-11T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:55:31.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY DAY</title><content type='html'>*intoxicated. (on happiness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~ Today is a delightful day! =D Went to school for physics spa in a semi-conscious, dreamy mode [nono, this is not why today's wonderful]. Feeling so sleepy, and numbed. Like i downed a bottle or two of red wine an hour before entering the lab. But *shakes head, me good girl = no alcohol. ^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina square's yuki yaki later on. Saw nicholas waiting for huiz. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was nice, i ate till my stomach nearly exploded. I really can eat. Haha!! And i realised that i was so wrong on so many habits of him which i presumed! Lols. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, idling in times bookshop. Looking at weird books which are... weird. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*still feeling full from the meal from 1-3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did the i-learn math assignment, which are two quizzes - complex numbers and vectors. And *shocked. I actually scored 9/10 for vectors. It's a big feat, considering i've been getting zero, zero and more zero-s for vectors questions. Thought things would get better once i entered jc, but wrong! The lecture on vectors was taught by this lecturer who speaks like donald duck [but he's good &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;] and i didn't bother to listen. I got a big fat zero for the vectors question in the last mid year exam and had to attend this remedial lesson on vectors. And hurray! I see the results. But of cuz, i had my notes out in front of me while doing so... heh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/i%20learn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/i%20learn.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aiii&lt;/em&gt; i was wondering how am i going to do this question. In the end, i just anyhow assigned the signs to the ?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/vectors.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/vectors.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hip hip hurray! &lt;em&gt;Skarli&lt;/em&gt; teacher monday come tell me it's a glitch and i actually got 1/10 instead. Wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115530813109272734?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115530813109272734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115530813109272734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115530813109272734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115530813109272734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-day.html' title='HAPPY DAY'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115514014023359467</id><published>2006-08-10T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:25:23.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLICK!</title><content type='html'>Went to watch CLICK with lymon yesterday. 9august. =) It was a really fabulous show. It's got the laughs, sex, MORE sex, touching scenes and most importantly, there is a message behind the whole movie. It's a rare movie to come by, and it's a must watch! You laughed like crazy, and then you cry, as the message slowly sinks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family comes first. Family comes before work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one puts work before everything, when there is a delimma involving work and family [and work always wins], something is wrong. And something bad would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really touching in the end. Lymon even cried &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Oops. Haha!! But the whole cinema was crying. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touching scenes ain't those kinda corny scenes, but close to heart and what you see happening in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam sandler is a solid director and real good actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CLICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that no matter how much you try today, there are some people whom you simply cannot click with and cannot go out happily with, without a roll or two of your eyes. I realised i can no longer stand bimbotic conversations revolving around the topic of nothing-ness. I prefer talks with substance, even gossip. Not just... Making small talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being mean, just being frank. Cuz it's very stiffling to be with a big crowd of people and stoning, feeling lonely and bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, when one's with a small group of people, there are so much more laughter. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love starbucks' raspberry frappuccino ice blended tea. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you still love me in the morning?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever and ever, babe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115514014023359467?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115514014023359467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115514014023359467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115514014023359467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115514014023359467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/click.html' title='CLICK!'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115508411575360223</id><published>2006-08-09T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:43:36.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGAPORE!!!</title><content type='html'>I love singapore! *muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever i write an entry in which i sound angry, actually it's just being amplified. Cuz when you're writing about something, you'll think of that incident right? And 越想越气/whichever emotion you are feeling. =) So actually, what i am feeling is what you get when you scale the level of emotion in that entry by say, 5-10times. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. I get very angry easily, but i forget about things more easily. =)&lt;br /&gt;I get very happy easily, and i don't forget them that fast! Hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore rox!!! Happy birthday! How old are you already &lt;em&gt;har&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115508411575360223?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115508411575360223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115508411575360223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115508411575360223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115508411575360223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/singapore.html' title='SINGAPORE!!!'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115504083902333528</id><published>2006-08-08T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:51:55.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sands of mission.</title><content type='html'>Today was a stupid day, to be general. The running was disorganised. Half the people have no idea when to run, and some of the srjc-ians are so... un-enthu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building of sandcastles was supposed to be fun, but 88% of the school population have no idea how to use the sandcastle building kit. Only 70% of the 88% are willing and interested to learn. You can see clutters of people standing here and there, looking uninterestedly, chattering among themselves; not participating. That's fine, cuz they're the ones losing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we, the ones interested in building sandcastles, got pissed off too. To one, sandcastles are supposed to be buildings surrounded by moats, spiral staircases separating different towers, towers with small windows and flags etc. A beautiful image to behold. Plus the fact that we're doing this for charity, for the sake of tan tock seng hospital. It makes it even more meaningful, to put our heart into it and wanting to perfect the castles we were building, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think the teachers and instructors could say things like &lt;em&gt;don't bother to make beautiful sandcastles, what we want is the length! &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; don't stay there building those towers, shovel more sand and build the wall to connect the sandcastle!&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, fuck you &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there, yes on our accord, but not there to let you treat us like idiots and belittle. You want to set a singapore record, we want to make this community involvement project a meaningful one. You want people to write and telecast about this project, we just want to work together to mould piles of sand into something beautiful. You want to build a &lt;strike&gt;great&lt;/strike&gt;long wall of &lt;strike&gt;china&lt;/strike&gt;singapore, we want to make sandcastles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think the person who hurried us to connect the walls and not make anything else, is the exact same old uncle who told us that building sandcastles is a beautiful thing, and not something to be fooled with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All adults are the same. They want people to recognise what they do, yet they do not want to risk spoiling their beautifully manicured nails to chip in. They want things to be done, and stand around shouting at people, criticising sacarstically. &lt;em&gt;Don't splash the seawater onto the sand, just pour them over. You know how much seawater stings the eye or not??!&lt;/em&gt; No we don't. You demonstrate let us see how much it hurts. Then we won't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think they spoilt our fun and chased us back to the assembly area, when we're still halfway through decorating our sandcastles. When we were just innocently gathering on the grass patch, waiting for the guys to get ready to go back, we got shouted at. To pick up the litter lying around, thrown by others. Who would be willing to pick up litter of others, when we clearly know it ain't done by us. Teenagers are selfish and would grumble. But still, we did. We picked up the pails and we got going. And they to think they have the guts to say &lt;em&gt;if you're not part of the school, take off the shirt on your back&lt;/em&gt; just cuz we grumbled the litter ain't ours and we needn't pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiya&lt;/em&gt;, fuck you &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my bra ain't ugly, i would take it off for you to see &lt;em&gt;lo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think they would ask people who &lt;em&gt;jia gan tang&lt;/em&gt; / eat potato to go onstage to sing national day songs. It's not an event for the school. It's more of an event for the school's glory and the j1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is done up, in the contribution of some stupid, selfish nincompoops who totally spoil what's supposingly to be an enjoyable day. For those who aren't guilty of any of the above, then feel happy &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. This entry not talking about you what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, s1 did have fun! =) I think the walls we constructed were among the best in our area. Ahaha! They really showed teamwork! ^0^ For us, in our little area, i think we all had had fun. Everyone working together, getting sand and water. s1 rox!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/KIF_1129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/KIF_1129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115504083902333528?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115504083902333528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115504083902333528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115504083902333528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115504083902333528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/sands-of-mission.html' title='Sands of mission.'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115495284738380228</id><published>2006-08-07T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:14:07.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.interestmi.livejournal.com"&gt;www.interestmi.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go there! Lisa and her friend, both in aussie, made this e-store. Sells handmade, unique accessories. Payment by either paypal or POSB funds transfer, which is very Singapore-friendly! *grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just started, so the range of accessories to choose from are still quite limited. But judging from the way lisa is &lt;em&gt;nua-ing&lt;/em&gt; over there [no &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, i don't know whether she's actually busy &lt;em&gt;nua-ing&lt;/em&gt; or studying. HAHA], there should be a lot more new items coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D Lisa, sell clothes too &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;! Shoes, and bags and all sorts of stuffs! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been shopping for too long, so when i start seeing all these, i get excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got very high today during squash, with oli and amanda. Now i'm dead tired. Ergh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squash is fun! Haha. *muacks squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very high!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building sandcastles tomorrow. For sands of mission. Down at east coast park. Come support, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115495284738380228?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115495284738380228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115495284738380228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115495284738380228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115495284738380228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/e-store.html' title='E-store'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115478407083232758</id><published>2006-08-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T21:30:49.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La dee dum!</title><content type='html'>Oh my mistake. The physics concept test was conducted by NTU school of physics and mathematical science. Haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to an unfortunate incident in the morning, i went to school very very shagged. Sleepy. Nearly fell asleep when i did the paper. However, due to some sort of miracle, i woke up! Haha. Got so excited doing the physics paper that i almost had an orgasm. *laughs. But was still half awake. Made some silly mistakes and &lt;em&gt;aiya&lt;/em&gt;, whatever. It's over. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got the OTAS [&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;ptical &lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;est &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;nswer &lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;heet. Again, it's very &lt;em&gt;pek cek&lt;/em&gt; to hear people saying OTAS sheet. But i do that all the time, and &lt;em&gt;tsk&lt;/em&gt; myself each and every time], we needa fill in date, time, name, address, email, telephone. Yeah. This is so, if we do exceptionally well, they'd mail us some sort of thing that would allow us to be exempted from certain modules if we do enter their faculty next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lymon and raymond were asking me about today's date. And i swear this was really how my mind worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 - 7 = 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's 5th august.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they just &lt;em&gt;diao-ed&lt;/em&gt; me. But how would i know the date! I even have trouble remembering which day of the week today is. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who didn't get the joke, you very slow &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;!!! Come back quickly to the equator and don't stay where you were while the globe revolves &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiiiii&lt;/em&gt;!!! My phone's ringtone just scared the hell out of me. For months, i've been used to listening to a *beep tone. And few weeks ago, esther infrared this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小白! 小白! ! 小白!!! 你在那里?~~~&lt;br /&gt;小白!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;小白~~~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;快接电话了!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!!!! All done in 蜡笔小新's voice! I wish i've bluetooth, so i could put it into my computer and upload it for you guys to listen. It's really very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tingz, my love, revealed that she did something very stupid [cuz of me] a few days ago. But in turn, i did something stupid today too. =) I love you tingz!! Haha. &lt;strike&gt;But that idiot don't ever read this blog, so she won't know how much i love her!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha!!! I added vinson in friendster. I think he very &lt;em&gt;shuai&lt;/em&gt;! Hahaha. I think i'm getting too high. To think i could type this out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like what dia says, you think someone cute doesn't mean you interested in that party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay! I like to look at &lt;em&gt;shuai ge&lt;/em&gt;! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but &lt;em&gt;lo&lt;/em&gt;! Hahaha!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are often astounded by the way i talk [read:horny]. My favourite number is 69, and most girls don't even know what that actually means. I do &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still, another reason for liking is cuz, don't you think the number look so cute? It's like 6 with it's evil twin standing on it's head or 9 with it's evil twin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They say girls are not supposed to discuss about sex and all the buzz lightly. On the contrary, i think sex is very exciting! Not that i wanna do it, but &lt;em&gt;aiya&lt;/em&gt;, crapping and joking about it is &lt;u&gt;funny&lt;/u&gt;. But most guys just &lt;em&gt;diao&lt;/em&gt; me or &lt;em&gt;siam&lt;/em&gt; me whenever i talk about sex. Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I talk horny, but i am not! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;em&gt;pardon this entry for being so bimbotic. blogger getting too high over nothing. or maybe due to the fact that she's gotten some extra pocket money from tuitioning her cousin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115478407083232758?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115478407083232758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115478407083232758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115478407083232758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115478407083232758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/la-dee-dum.html' title='La dee dum!'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115470230918465809</id><published>2006-08-04T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:38:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan A fails</title><content type='html'>My plan ain't working! The weighing machine my mum bought ain't making me anymore guilt-ier than before about my weight! *cries. And happily, i just keep eating. On the plus side, i'm happier &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Cuz i can binge on chips. But still... =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So plan A fails. Plan B gotta be put into operation soon. I just need to think up of a plan B in order to activate it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my social life has officially come to an end. Everyday, i interact only with a selected few people [think: 2s01]. No sms-es, 'cept for forwarded lame jokes from a particular someone who is very bored in his NS camp at tekong. No contact with the outside world, 'cept for the occasional brush with some stranger on the bus. And the spontaneous spasming blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 more days. No, scratch that. It's actually 89more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are no longer weekends to me. A week consists of 5weekdays and weekends. Mine seemed to be 7weekdays, 24/7. But it's ok &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Mugging all the way, for 89days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;em&gt;Jia you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be taking the physics concept test conducted by NUS tomorrow. In about 10hours time.&lt;br /&gt;60MCQs [don't you just hate it when people say &lt;em&gt;MCQ questions&lt;/em&gt; when in fact MCQ stands for multiple choice question?] on the entire A levels' syllabus. Given the fact that i didn't study for mid-years, i'm as good as pronounced dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So all the more i should not be up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115470230918465809?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115470230918465809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115470230918465809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115470230918465809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115470230918465809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/plan-fails.html' title='Plan A fails'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115460605354129213</id><published>2006-08-03T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:54:13.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely day.</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day. Haha. I feel so loved. Crapped a lot with tingz today. -_- Too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Life's been mudane. It's just school, tutorials, and the cycle goes on. But i'm not complaining much. Getting used to this routine. It's like 91 or 90 more days to A levels. And another 4-5weeks to prelims. How can one study the whole syllabus of 4 subjects in 90 days? And expect to ace it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can!! Haha! I will do it and let you guys see. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've been very &lt;em&gt;guai&lt;/em&gt; lately. My time spent at the computer is less than an hour per day. I'm now here cuz i've been to download GP papers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping at 1am everyday. Waking up at 6am. Eh. Actually not bad &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;. I get 5solid hours of sleep everyday. But things are taking a toll on me. See how incoherently i'm writing? Jumping from this end to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can maintain this for 90more days, i would be able to ace it. I can do it. I must do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: &lt;em&gt;What's your favourite number?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: &lt;em&gt;69.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: &lt;em&gt;*raises eyebrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D My mum bought durians. *yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115460605354129213?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115460605354129213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115460605354129213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115460605354129213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115460605354129213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/08/lovely-day.html' title='Lovely day.'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115427586624445227</id><published>2006-07-31T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:13:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbly happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/1600/PICT0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7640/203/320/PICT0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is of LEAP camp, earlier this year. Taken at sentosa. Shaun bought a bottle of... what's that called? Soap? Liquid bubbles? Whatever. And blew bubbles. So we suggested that he blew the bubbles as a special effect for this photo. Hahaha! Didn't turn out as pretty as we wanted it to be, but it's so cute. Bubbles covered my nose and everyone laughed so happily. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment of laughter being captured is possibly the happiest moment. *click.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115427586624445227?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115427586624445227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115427586624445227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115427586624445227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115427586624445227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/bubbly-happiness.html' title='Bubbly happiness'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115418290283875769</id><published>2006-07-29T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:21:42.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation!!</title><content type='html'>Misconception about previous post: Not that i am going to stop eating, stop putting food totally into my mouth. Anyway, i do not have the determination for that. Haa!! But the &lt;em&gt;stop eating&lt;/em&gt; phrase is based on the assumption that before i stepped on the weighing machine, i'm binging on packets of chips and so on. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the biomedical quiz today, i felt really inferior! It's so shocking, to see people of our age, or even one/two years younger, being so far ahead of us. Not only do they do the same syllabus as us, some of them are taking more papers than us and they actually have the time to study another totally different syllabus - biomedical. Some of them [e.g. RJC, NJC, HCI] actually studied NUS first year biomedical course. Like... wtf?! Where do they find the time to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, we're just too slacked. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results for mid  years are totally... disgusting. C E E E. and C5 for GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped a hundred plus positions in the level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;But it's ok.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will work hard. Harder than i ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And RJC is the champion of this year's biomedical quiz. *applause!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115418290283875769?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115418290283875769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115418290283875769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115418290283875769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115418290283875769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/motivation.html' title='Motivation!!'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115410305427777904</id><published>2006-07-29T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T10:02:14.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenade of Strings</title><content type='html'>The performance was over approximately 5 hours ago!! =) The performance, which all of us had been practising so hard for. We gave our best and it's finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so stressed up by everything that i totally lost my temper this morning. Which is totally unreasonable. Sorry lymon and oli, for ignoring the two of you. =) *muacks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress = no appetite to eat. I might have gone without eating anything for the whole day, if not for lymon who bought a &lt;em&gt;bao&lt;/em&gt; for me. Oh ya! Forgot to return him money! *argh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performance, was so happy that we didn't screw things up. Too happy = no appetite again. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ate only beancurd while lymon and raymond ate big plates of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... All the euphoria had died down. I very hungry &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought a weighing machine back home. From now on, i'll be wracked with guilt each and everytime i eat something. I'll step onto the machine and feel so disgusted by the 2figures shown and will stop eating. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation went like this between colin, shaoting and i today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST: 你们知道人和dolphins是唯一... &lt;em&gt;erm... ah... hmm... &lt;/em&gt;*keep poking finger into palm as she tries to recall the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;amp; I: sex for pleasure 的动物.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST: *still in the midst of searching for the right word. &lt;em&gt;erm&lt;/em&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually she said that she was just trying to find phrase that doesn't sound so obscene [as what colin and i spouted out]. Lols. She was going to say they are the two animals that get high. HAHAHA. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute, my love. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115410305427777904?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115410305427777904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115410305427777904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115410305427777904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115410305427777904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/serenade-of-strings.html' title='Serenade of Strings'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115382651837136649</id><published>2006-07-25T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:29:55.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear hoooles</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, he saw that my second right earhole was bleeding and told me about it. Then he took a closer look and saw that the back of my ear got a thin crust of blood! And told me about it again. *ew. Imagine the sight. To think he could actually bend forward [yes, cuz i am short] to look at it again, telling me the colour etc. *squirms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said maybe it's cuz my ear stick's too long. And maybe it's just better to let it close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i very &lt;em&gt;guai&lt;/em&gt; and took out the earstick yesterday. =) And it closed already! So fast! Want to regret also cannot. =( Seems like it's fated i couldn't maintain more than 2earholes. *hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very weird during the time of this month. Maybe it being the 7th month period contributes to the weird-ness. And today's my lunar birthday - 七月初一.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grades this time round for mid-year exams totally suck. But considering that i didn't study at all [*reflect back during june holidays], it's considerably lucky that i managed to scrape a pass for all subjects. I am not going to let some fortune teller predict correctly that this year i ain't going to do well for my studies. Fortune tellers are seldom accurate anyways. So i will change my fate [if it really is that way] and ace my A's. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all &lt;em&gt;jia you&lt;/em&gt; together and ace it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/11.10pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Developed a sudden craving for sara lee chocolate cake. And mud pie! And chocolate fudge brownies! And famous amos cookies! The chocolatest chocolate chips cookies! I'm in a mood for pastry, especially chocolate ones. Chocolate donuts. *hugs. Hot fudge sundae! Ok. I'm more in the mood for chocolates. *drools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to diet and save money at the same time! Every morning, before going to school, go to bakery and buy a loaf of bread to eat. Yum! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are incoherent cuz of &lt;strike&gt;extreme hunger&lt;/strike&gt; snack craving. I ate the bread i bought today, and a packet of rice for dinner. Woots~ But i still feel fat. =) Haha. Fat but full AND happy! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come friday is the guzheng performance. Like, shit can? Few people's buying tix. I think if i ain't in guzheng, i wouldn't want to buy too. Like, sitting there 2hours to listen to guzheng pieces is a tad boring, if i ain't playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is the nus biomedical quiz. More shit. Cuz there're 3 individual rounds, where you just sit there and answer questions on a piece of paper. *frowns! There's an anatomy paper, which is ridiculous. Cuz we learned nothing about anatomy in school. And the notes provided by the teachers? I couldn't understand what it is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stressful, this week. But after this week, i'll be free. To mug mug mug! Last sunday was an especially fruitful day, cuz i completed most of the tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persevere!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wah liao&lt;/em&gt;, how can one's mood dip such heights? From giddy highness [self] to grudging moody-ness. Oh yeah. It's the period of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.innerbody.com/htm/body.html"&gt;http://www.innerbody.com/htm/body.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this website. Think it's tonnes better than the notes provided for the biomed. quiz. =) Cuz it's more comprehensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115382651837136649?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115382651837136649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115382651837136649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115382651837136649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115382651837136649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/ear-hoooles.html' title='Ear hoooles'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115366838531953549</id><published>2006-07-23T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:26:25.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS-y</title><content type='html'>Feeling &lt;em&gt;and looking&lt;/em&gt; bloated is not a great feeling. Swollen eyes and swollen tummy. Bulging eyebags and large dark circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a woman's prerogative, to complain and whine and &lt;em&gt;tsk&lt;/em&gt; as and when they like when they are PMS-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan went back today~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. I think baobaos &lt;em&gt;machiam&lt;/em&gt; drifting away. No one's bothering to actively keep in touch. Now it's like friends are pairing up. A with B, while C with B and X with D. Ah, wells. You know what i'm getting at. Too tired to be thinking of such stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever? Seems like it's so impossible. Acquaintances forever seems more likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch down to earth. No clique can remain as close as they were before, that is if they were close to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superficial world. As you age, social circle shrinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you are left with your husband and children. Alternatively, you could be still talking to the branded exorbitantly priced purse you bought when you are at the peak of career 30years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your children will leave you to set up their own homes, and you'll be there holding the hand of your husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you don't feel alone. Compared to how alone and friendless you felt when you were a teenager, or an adult in his/her prime. Constantly worried about the image you portrayed, whether you would get rejected by society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the end, at the very end, you know who had been there for you all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you close your eyes for the last time, you know who you love and loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one, whose hand you held for the last time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one, whose eyes you gazed into for the last time ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115366838531953549?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115366838531953549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115366838531953549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115366838531953549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115366838531953549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/pms-y.html' title='PMS-y'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115356758325367253</id><published>2006-07-22T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T11:48:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day =)</title><content type='html'>Couldn't get online recently cuz &lt;strike&gt;a little fucker&lt;/strike&gt; threw my internet adaptor away. Busy with school and cca, i've no time to travel to town to buy it. But am glad that you liked the 'shit' entry so much. =) I like shitting too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning went for the math remedial. Revised differentiation and curve sketching. Though i thought i know these two topics relatively well, i still managed to learn something new. Like what they say, you can attend the same lecture twice or thrice, and each time, you learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to airport's fish and co. ^0^ Yummy! Haven't ate that for donkey years. Then it was to tampines to check whether starhub sells the adaptor, before being told it's a separate product. Travelled to funan IT mall - challenger - to buy it. Yay! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a great day. Nice weather, not too hot. &lt;em&gt;Machiam&lt;/em&gt; going to rain, but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i came online just to find that i've got 44mails in my inbox. I'm clearing the mails and now, i'm nursing a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people's birthdays had passed, and i didn't give my friends any presents! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagboard's making my computer laggy when i load this page, thus i removed it. =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realised i am really very happy today. Not the kind of estatically raving madness, but just a tinge of sweet lingering contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see the comment tags on recent entries, refresh the page again. Something's corked up with the comment tags, but at least it's not disrupting loading of page. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys must be &lt;em&gt;guai guai&lt;/em&gt; and use comment tags. *sayang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115356758325367253?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115356758325367253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115356758325367253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115356758325367253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115356758325367253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-day.html' title='Happy day =)'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115294282545531396</id><published>2006-07-15T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T13:53:45.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT!</title><content type='html'>This morning, halfway through math lecture, i had this GREAT urge to shit. And really &lt;em&gt;buay tahan&lt;/em&gt;, must go immediately that kinda shit. So i left. And it seemed like almost every single toilet in the school was locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i &lt;em&gt;bo bian&lt;/em&gt;, trudged towards the secluded, supposedly haunted toilet at the far far end. I was so afraid i would hear voices mumbling in the toilet and see nobodies inside that my stomach momentarily ceased to hurt. I reached the door, and it started hurting. So i &lt;em&gt;chiong &lt;/em&gt;inside. BUT no toilet paper! Damn unlucky ok?! And i don't know what came over me, but i decided to go to the guys' toilet to try my luck [of getting toilet paper, not shitting in there!]. I even looked around to check there's no one around, before venturing into the toilet! And i assumed that no one would be inside, cuz it's just so secluded, and how many srjc-ians would be back on a saturday morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;suay suay&lt;/em&gt;, that's what happened. There's a guy inside. &lt;em&gt;WAH LIAO&lt;/em&gt;. And i think he just finished pee-ing. HAHA. He was zipping his pants and i was like @_@. Should be flustered but i still act normal, asked him inside got toilet paper or not. HAHAHAHA!!! I think he also got a shock at seeing me, but he, like me, pretended that it's nothing unusual and helped me look for toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, didn't get to shit &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Went back to the lt, and shitted after the math lecture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115294282545531396?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115294282545531396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115294282545531396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115294282545531396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115294282545531396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/shit.html' title='SHIT!'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115262738285030723</id><published>2006-07-11T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:33:03.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One vote</title><content type='html'>Just one more stupid vote. This is definitely not a popularity contest. Or ironically, it actually is. But having at least 10 odd people who don't know you at all, voting for you or changing their votes towards you, proves something. And it's just one more vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more fucking vote.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends they are, when none bothered to turn up and lend support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a friend is not worth two hours of your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pui&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115262738285030723?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115262738285030723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115262738285030723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115262738285030723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115262738285030723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-vote.html' title='One vote'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115253529450288797</id><published>2006-07-10T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:41:34.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus.</title><content type='html'>I'm failing all my subjects. All the papers. All the core papers. And i deserve it, cuz if i look back at my blog entries, i'm doing nothing all day long throughout the june holidays except to play, sleep and stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't perform up to (my) expectations and i can't possibly be regretting or disappointed or upset over my grades. Cuz one reap what they sow. And this is the results i'm getting, after nearly 1 and half year of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to focus and channel all my energy into studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And marche in a few days! I haven't been there before, (or maybe i did, once) come to think of it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115253529450288797?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115253529450288797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115253529450288797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115253529450288797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115253529450288797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/focus.html' title='Focus.'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115246176900754435</id><published>2006-07-10T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:16:09.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WC finals</title><content type='html'>I should be asleep 2hours ago! *sheesh. Think i'll just wake up to catch the second half of the match, since more goals are scored in the second halves of games rather than the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lymon passed the audition round of srjc superstar~ Tuesday would be the knockout round. 18competitors, 10 being knocked out. Or is it 8? &lt;em&gt;Aiya&lt;/em&gt;. Heck. But tuesday, LT5, 5pm-7pm. Wahaha. Go there, must vote for lymon &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Cannot vote for any others, or else i &lt;em&gt;tekan&lt;/em&gt; you. *bwahaha. S1 best CG of 2005, must also have one superstar right! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is a frightful day. Cuz there's tutorial periods for every subjects. Meaning more or less, might know our results? I don't want!!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115246176900754435?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115246176900754435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115246176900754435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115246176900754435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115246176900754435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/wc-finals.html' title='WC finals'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115242426942445254</id><published>2006-07-09T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T13:58:18.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany ole ole ole~</title><content type='html'>Ah the previous blog template was screwed up. I've no idea why. But the entries just ain't appearing on the webpage, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mr snowman is taken off, cuz... ah well. It doesn't fit in with this blogskin. Lols. =( But i can see him on my handphone everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the match yesterday between germany and portugal. After the first half, my eyes were throbbing painfully. I &lt;em&gt;buay tahan&lt;/em&gt; and went to sleep with a headache. Checked the score online, and it's 3-1! Man!! All the goals must've been scored in the second half! So i watched the boring half of the game, though it was enough for me to tell that portugal's goalkeeper is damn good. But argh! I want to watch that match! Must've been damn exciting! Why didn't i hang on for another 45minutes?! *cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oliver kahn's no longer going to play international football. =( Yesterday, he was damn &lt;em&gt;zai&lt;/em&gt;, from what i saw in the first half. Stopping the corner kick and the low volley. Very experienced! And i think he's come a long way, being stripped of his captaincy to ballack and competing with lehmann for first choice goalkeeping spot. =( I think he's a good captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany rocks! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But could see that the referee was quite biased.&lt;em&gt; Hiak hiak&lt;/em&gt;. Keep giving yellow cards to portugese, though admittedly, they were quite rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klinnsman is a damn good coach man. *kowtows. He totally changed the meaning of football for the germans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kowtows!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115242426942445254?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115242426942445254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115242426942445254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115242426942445254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115242426942445254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/germany-ole-ole-ole.html' title='Germany ole ole ole~'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115237211489242940</id><published>2006-07-08T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:21:54.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally i am getting my life back</title><content type='html'>Went to school in the morning to go through the maths QUESTION paper I and to receive an 'AO' grade for my chemistry III. Had the pre-u sem thank-you lunch [which is just nasi lemak buffet] at 1130am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met huiz and ping at orchard. Walked round and round, window shopping. Not bad &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, at least we saw a lot of stuffs. I've so many things that i wanted to buy, but i already &lt;em&gt;beo-&lt;/em&gt;ed one converse bag which costs $60. And after that, i've not even a single cent left! *sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in heels is painful. Especially when i wear them not-so-frequently. My poor feet were screaming at me on the way home, but i bravely &lt;em&gt;clacked&lt;/em&gt; on my way. =) So brave. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this blog's kinda fucked up. The entries are being very naughty, not showing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And today, while walking, this guy approached me. Y'know, those kind of people who keep you back to tell you something totally senseless that you have zero interest in. And this guy is the one who stripped at a local tv programme, participated in some loser programme and got semi-notorious because of his... 'gregarious' nature. I was so afraid that he would strip for me that i quickly brushed him off and ran away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115237211489242940?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115237211489242940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115237211489242940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115237211489242940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115237211489242940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-i-am-getting-my-life-back.html' title='Finally i am getting my life back'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115220073497070440</id><published>2006-07-06T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:45:35.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East View Primary School</title><content type='html'>Man. I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to write about this. Recently found a primary school friend through friendster - kaiyisah amalina!! Woots! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were together in the ECA brownies. Lols. We were both utterly crazy about sweet valley twins and even pretended to be them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember her to be this demure pretty girl! Wahaha! Man. But! I actually didn't know that she transferred out of east view primary! I thought we just by and by lost contact. Oh my god. Do i have like short term memory, or am i really &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; out of touch while in primary school? I realised i do not have much friends in primary school. Lols. It's like, people would add me in friendster. And i realised we came from the same primary school [and so do they, that's why they added me] but i die die also cannot remember who they are! Either their name would sound familiar, or their faces look familar. But JUST cannot remember. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school friends made me think of senses, linda, rebecca, kaiyisah, syazana, jannah, neni, stephanie, desmond, dominic, bernard, khalis, guan hui [who is in srjc! woots~], terence [another srjc-ian], ravi [did he ever made it into rjc? LOL], goh jun wei etc etc. So many more names! But to list them all out, think it'd bore you guys out. HAHA. Man. Primary school was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mainly kept to my clique and didn't bother getting to know others very well. Hahaha! So loner, but i was already crazy then. LOls. Oh my god! I miss my primary school mates!!!!!&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/5746310-115220073497070440?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115220073497070440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115220073497070440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115220073497070440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115220073497070440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/east-view-primary-school.html' title='East View Primary School'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115216077313378467</id><published>2006-07-06T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:36:54.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wazza~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGXK-QHawtg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGXK-QHawtg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ample reason why c ronaldo sucks and wayne rooney rocks. LOLs. Ok, maybe he doesn't rocks [to most people], but to me, yay~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i want rooney's autobiography &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;!! Wanna see what a bad tempered boy would write about his life. ^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's bad tempered, but he's still young. And he's talented &lt;em&gt;lo&lt;/em&gt;! Haha. But too bad tempered &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, abit scary. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;[/2.02pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:Name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head - dont read the questions before you write and tag 5 people to do the survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. shaoting&lt;br /&gt;2. lek jin&lt;br /&gt;3.  jing min&lt;br /&gt;4. yiwen&lt;br /&gt;5. xin yi&lt;br /&gt;6. yin xuan&lt;br /&gt;7. senses&lt;br /&gt;8. lymon&lt;br /&gt;9. cindia&lt;br /&gt;10. wen shan&lt;br /&gt;11. xiaoping&lt;br /&gt;12. tracy&lt;br /&gt;13. bryan&lt;br /&gt;14. amanda&lt;br /&gt;15. lucas&lt;br /&gt;16. michelle&lt;br /&gt;17. liting&lt;br /&gt;18. wei sheng&lt;br /&gt;19. xu zhan&lt;br /&gt;20. olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet #14?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; srjc ^0^ same class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you had never met #1?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; not be as crazy as i am, or i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if #20 and #9 dated?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; HAHA that'd be... gay? LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would #6 &amp; #17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; not bad, considering they were joined at the hips for one year [cuz they were seat partners in sec.4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe #3.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; crazy, in/extroverted, moody, random, fair [skin tone!]. my love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you think #8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; LOLs. erm. looks like chocolate. not bad. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me something about #7.&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;  woo, a lot. a bunch of girls [yes i cheated, in some SENSE] with whom our friendships stretch a long way back. we love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you know anything about #12's family?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; yes. [question didn't ask what!HAHA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's #8's favourite?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; food? *laughs. basketball? jay chou/lee hom? ah, singing. lan games. typical &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What would you do if #11 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;  but there's no need to confess, cuz she already likes me a lot. hell, she's my butterfly apple daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What language does #15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; some weird language which no one can really decipher. but ah well, mostly english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is #9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; her jap pretty boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How old is #16 now?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; 17 going to 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When was the last time you talked to #13?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who's #2's favourite singer?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; jay chou jie lun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you date #4?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; no. cuz she'll make me into &lt;em&gt;tau huay &lt;/em&gt;flavoured &lt;em&gt;agar agar&lt;/em&gt; and eat me up. and she's currently crazy over vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you date #7?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; dated for almost 8 year already. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is #15 single?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; don't know. should be. ok i'll ask him~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is #10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; LEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you ever consider being in a relationship with #19?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; haha he's a crab &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;. later i unhappy, i cook him up and EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What schools did #3 go to?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; what pri. school did you come from? bedok north sec., temasek polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Where does #6 live?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; singapore - bayshore. australia - swanston street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What's your favourite thing about #5?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; &lt;strike&gt;she's shorter than me&lt;/strike&gt;. she has a fiesty temper and gives no 'face' to people when she's pissed. plus she's a very good friend. *hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you think of #18?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; a very &lt;em&gt;siao&lt;/em&gt; guy and a very very good person. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do #4 and #19 have in common?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; they are both very logical and practical persons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What special qualities does #17 hold in your life?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; a very caring nurse =) eh, that's not saying anything. hmm she imparted her maternal instincts to me. LOLs.&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/5746310-115216077313378467?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115216077313378467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115216077313378467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115216077313378467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115216077313378467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/wazza.html' title='Wazza~'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115211909538541316</id><published>2006-07-06T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T01:04:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over~!!!</title><content type='html'>Yay!! It's finally over, at 4.15pm today. Man. The physics paper was so tough. Especially paper I. The teacher said 'time's up' and i hadn't shade my answers yet. And &lt;em&gt;normally&lt;/em&gt; the teacher would allow the students some time to shade their answers, but she just went around to collect. And argh, everyone has already finished shading their answers. So it was like, when she reached my desk, i was still at question 10. And she said curtly, 'time's already up, you know' and i was &lt;em&gt;sorry sorry&lt;/em&gt; all the way. Shading answers frantically. I shaded some answers wrongly, but &lt;em&gt;wah liao&lt;/em&gt;, she was staring at me like a hawk. I do not dare to take my eraser and correct the answer. Damned. &lt;em&gt;Fine&lt;/em&gt;. So i'm going to fail physics. I just hope i fail with an AO and not a F. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingz bought her england jersey today. =) I very hesitant to buy, cuz... so expensive!! I'm leaning more towards buying germany's bag. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France VS portugal in another hour. But not gonna watch it, since i don't support both teams. Bwahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115211909538541316?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115211909538541316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115211909538541316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115211909538541316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115211909538541316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/over.html' title='Over~!!!'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115183843006843717</id><published>2006-07-02T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T19:07:10.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/6401430"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/6401430&lt;/a&gt; &lt;- Pre-U Sem '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can't stand certain people. Most of them being the &lt;em&gt;ah-lians / bengs&lt;/em&gt; in singapore's society. Those girls who are snotty and acts like they're above all, when in fact they're below people in most aspects : looks, brains, personality etc. They dye their hair in a variety of colours, have on loads of eyeliner and mascara that they look like some living dead from a zombie show and dress jap-like [think: clothes mainly from e-base, polka dots, stripes, more polka dots and dots and dots]. And the guys. Acting all so macho, with their dyed blonde/fire-red hair, spouting all the KNNBCCB *(^$&amp;amp;^($##% and talk about nothing all day long except how they've fucked the last girl, beat up the last guy and busy &lt;em&gt;diao&lt;/em&gt;-ing anyone who so much as look in their direction [but no one did anyway].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind them being imbeciles of this society, living in a deluded world of themselves where they thought themselves so great and mighty. I mean, a society can't be full of elites only. There's a balance in everything. Yin and yang. Feminity and musculine. Stupid people and normal people. What i can't stand is them giving totally stupid nicknames to each other when they're together in something they presumed as a 'relationship'. Calling each other &lt;em&gt;xiao zhu zhu&lt;/em&gt; [little piggies] / (sub. any other 'cute' animals in here), or worse, &lt;em&gt;stupid boy and girl&lt;/em&gt;. Like... wtf?! You know you are stupid is already very clever &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;. Everyone else know that you are stupid. But, you needn't proclaim it to the world right? &lt;em&gt;Wah liao eh&lt;/em&gt;, and they still say till so happy, like they're in the land of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think this is loving and sweet. *pui. And they are always so happy when they are together for a few days, or wow, a week! =) And by being together for a week, after knowing each other for a long time [say, maybe 2days?], they are so deeply in love already. Frenching [LC], love bites, petting and sex!! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a common scene is them professing to each other that although they seemed to be toying each other's feeling, they're 208% serious about this relationship. And almighty great, by then they had lasted for a week!! =) Then for those who are more screwed in the head, they'd lift some lines from some drama serials or songs they heard, and put it in their language, so it sounds original &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg. From the very moment i &lt;strike&gt;set eyes on you&lt;/strike&gt; look at you (boobs), i &lt;strike&gt;pledge&lt;/strike&gt; promise myself that i will love you forever, till i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, while i get myself a bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oook. Maybe some of them are true to each other. MAYBE. But most of the time, we hear these 'couples' talking like this, and the result? They broke up after a week. Just cuz the girl refuse to blow him, or the guy did not buy her the latest nokia phone model for her. Or someone else caught their eyes. Or, just cuz. So it's like, they died after a week in the relationship. Supposedly, from what they say &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Hor&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last straw, when i read one of my secondary school's acquaintance's friendster blog. I logged in to the long-forgotten friendster, and out of curiosity, i clicked on the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Yucks. Pui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115183843006843717?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115183843006843717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115183843006843717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115183843006843717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115183843006843717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/puiii.html' title='Puiii'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115181719494420822</id><published>2006-07-02T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T19:03:57.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>England~~~</title><content type='html'>*bawls!! England lost to portugal!!! Not that they don't deserve to lose [they are really totally not on form in this world cup], but... my lampard!!! Beckham!!! Gerrard!! ARRRGH. I can't stand it. And brazil lost to france!!! &lt;em&gt;Wah liao&lt;/em&gt;, a remake of the '98! *sobs! Kaká!!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at mac with lymon and my sis. Wah... The atmosphere there very good &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;. A lot a lot of people were watching. And woosh~ Haha. I like the atmosphere there. GOAL!!! Nooo~ LOLs. Soccer rox. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days in a row, i caught the matches. Nice~! Semi-finals &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;. Hmm... I want germany to win! But portugal really very strong &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. I can still remember the reaction in the mac yesterday. England VS portugal was 0-0 throughout the whole match, so there's the extra time. STILL 0-0! But it's very exciting. Lampard made &lt;strong&gt;so many&lt;/strong&gt; attempts and fuck, none of them went in! WTH! They went into the penalty shoot-outs and &lt;em&gt;wah liao&lt;/em&gt;, lampard, gerrard and Carragher missed the goals. *screams. The last person from portugal to kick the decision ball was christiano ronaldo. And you can almost hear the whole mac groaning. Cuz the ball &lt;u&gt;sure&lt;/u&gt; go in! And yeah, it did. So england lost, 3-1 in the penalty shoot-outs. I nearly cried man! ARGGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But quite mad!! Rooney got a red card for getting into a tangle, seemed to stamp on ricardo carvalho and shoving c.ronaldo. If what soccernet reported was true, the portugal winger was trying to get the referee to send off rooney. FUCKER. They were team mates &lt;em&gt;lo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 men against 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the commentator was darned funny. &lt;em&gt;Fifty days of rehabilation for a broken foot and a few seconds of madness&lt;/em&gt;. Of rooney &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Why is world cup affecting me so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, and Kaká's name is actually the nickname his younger brother gave him when he couldn't pronounce his name (ricardo) when they were young. Kaka was the closest he could get and the nickname stuck. HAHA so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get over lampard &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, all his attempts. A total of &lt;strong&gt;24 shots&lt;/strong&gt; and 10 being shots on goal and zero goals. What's he doing?! With the reputation of being the second best player after ronaldinho... &lt;em&gt;AIYA&lt;/em&gt; disappointing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the Meaning of being Tagged!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the following WITHOUT complains.&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 5 people to do this after you completed yours.&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. Start your post with "I have been tagged!" then do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been tagged by QI ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourites&lt;br /&gt;Favourites colours: purple, pink, blue, black&lt;br /&gt;Favourites food: anything that's nice! donuts! pizzas! pasta! chinese food! EVERYTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;Favourites Song: LFO - every other time&lt;br /&gt;Favourites Movie: bwahaha dunno!&lt;br /&gt;Favourites Sport: swimming~ jogging~ woots! badminton.&lt;br /&gt;Favourites Day: happy days&lt;br /&gt;Favourites season: autumn.&lt;br /&gt;Favourites ice cream: the ice cream sold by the man who always come *ding a ling ling under HDB flats =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: happy~&lt;br /&gt;Current taste: minty. toothpaste &lt;em&gt;ma&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes : SLO shirt + shorts &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop: blogger 'create post' page? haha. windows live messenger + itunes.&lt;br /&gt;Current time: 12.21PM&lt;br /&gt;Current surrounding: computer table with junk, study table with more junk, bed with more more junk and floor.. can't see the floor&lt;br /&gt;Current annoyances: getting error 80072ee7 when signing in to windows live messenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts&lt;br /&gt;First best fren: rebecca. haha long long time ago, pri 1. ^0^&lt;br /&gt;First crush: LOLs. that'd be dominic. HAHA. LONG LONG TIME AGO. LOL. pri 1. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;First Movie: hollow man? LOL. deep blue sea? don't know! LOLs&lt;br /&gt;First Lie: woah. that'd be.... i don't know!&lt;br /&gt;First music: my grandfather singing those hokkien songs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;Last cigarette: in my past lifetime &lt;em&gt;ba&lt;/em&gt;. if not, past past lifetime. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Last drink: plain water~&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: my dad's cab =) on saturday. morning.&lt;br /&gt;Last movie: should be da vinci code.&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: my mom's friend called to ask her out for tea, but she wasn't in, so i took the call.&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: ah... that'd be energy. and that's 2years ago. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated your best friend: yups.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law: underage drinking. jaywalking.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested: haha not so unlucky &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skinny-dipped: noooo......... i want!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on tv: sadly no &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;. except for once, when i climbed up the tv set.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you don't know: lol no. if the person wanted me to kiss them in the first place. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Things you are wearing: &lt;em&gt;WAH LIAO&lt;/em&gt; i thought just now ask liao.&lt;br /&gt;4. Things you done today: brush teeth. yawned.&lt;br /&gt;3. Things you can hear right now: sixpence none the richer - kiss me&lt;br /&gt;1. Thing you do when you are bored: stone. sleep. read books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone reading this will have to do this thing too, no doubt it's abit &lt;em&gt;bo liao&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;How could I doubt, what was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Everything I needed was in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Your healing touch, will lift me up in the sky, so high &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115181719494420822?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115181719494420822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115181719494420822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115181719494420822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115181719494420822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/england.html' title='England~~~'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115169455004786884</id><published>2006-07-01T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T03:09:10.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany VS Argentina</title><content type='html'>Woots! I HAVE to blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to yongtao's house at about 8pm+ to watch the match. Another friend of his, ken, was there too. Haha. His parents brought back satay for us, and there's &lt;em&gt;tao suan, &lt;/em&gt;jackfruits and sour sop which taste like mangosteen to me. And i love mangosteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First half of the match was boring. Germany was slacking off &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Overconfident of themselves. Then argentina's ayala [striker right?] scored at the 49th minute!! Hahaha! What a good header that was man! And germany's lahm did nothing much to prevent the goal except to stick out his foot a little. But i still like him lots, cuz i think he looks like my primary school friend - desmond ong! Lols!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wah, frantic man. Germany started panicking. Rowdy &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. 80th minute, klose scored! Lols. Initially the commentator still &lt;em&gt;suan&lt;/em&gt;-ed klose, saying that klose is not close enough (for a goal). Bwahaha... Klose handsome ok~ *swoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a draw. They rested and there's the extra time. 30minutes. Still draw. &lt;em&gt;Wah liao&lt;/em&gt;, during the extra time, i was dozing off. Then penalty shoot-out! COOL! Lehmann's the best penalty stopper, or so i heard from lymon &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. But he's really good, especially the last ball he caught. NICE SAVE, i tell you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany deserves to win. But argentina's not bad either. I think their level of skill are rather on par, no? I think they are &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, with the likes of Juan Riquelme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the refereeing was rather sucky. I think germany's coach, Jurgen Klinsmann, is quite good looking. ^0^ And germany guys are generally good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think germany getting too cocky. They even said they're going to put pressure on argentina for 90minutes. Like... no, you didn't? Their supporters and them are riding too high on this tide of euphoria &lt;em&gt;liao&lt;/em&gt;. But ha, they are good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match, my dad came and fetch me at around 230am. *muacks!! And i thought he'd finished for the day, when he said he still gotta fill up the tank [tank right? as in top up petrol] and clean the cab. =( I must spend money wisely from now on, study hard and let my family enjoy life next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad rox!! *heex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5746310-115169455004786884?l=just-tinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/feeds/115169455004786884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5746310&amp;postID=115169455004786884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115169455004786884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746310/posts/default/115169455004786884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-tinez.blogspot.com/2006/07/germany-vs-argentina.html' title='Germany VS Argentina'/><author><name>just-tinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021187570443456487</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-5746310.post-115165252212937913</id><published>2006-06-30T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:48:07.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ole ole ole ole~</title><content type='html'>I wonder where the 'Paint' program in my computer gone to. Y'know, the default program which allows you to fool around with strokes of colours, and images. *hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. Gone through GP papers I and II, math paper I (pure math), chem papers I, II and III, bio papers I and III and physics paper III. A relief, yet somewhat like awaiting for my death sentence like that. Cuz i didn't focus this time round. I blanched at the physics paper. *ew. Now i'm contemplating whether to drop physics, but people around me had been dissuading me. Cuz i've already come all the way to mid-year examinations, dropping it would be a pity now. Furthermore, we are done with the syllabus when we finish the last topic - the option topic, which most probably would be Fluids. But thing is, all science papers have an option topic, which is in paper III. And the option topic is like another syllabus by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bio we're doing reproduction &amp; development for option topic.&lt;br /&gt;Chem we most probably would be going into biochemistry.&lt;br /&gt;And we're going to delve into physics' fluids soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 3 syllabi, am i really able to cope? Let's just see for this time round's results. If i manage to pass everything with a C and above, maybe i wouldn't. But chances are, i'm failing bio and physics paper III. This june holidays had really been a waste for me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i feel very slack-ish. There's no sense of urgency in me to study at all. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. After the exams, we're going to eat swensens. ^0^ I hope things can remain like this, light and happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Shamsul maidin was dropped from fifa's final list of 12referees for the quarter-final stages of WC'06. &lt;em&gt;Even when soccernet.com listed him as the &lt;u&gt;top&lt;/u&gt; referee&lt;/em&gt;. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany VS argentina tonight!! Man! I hope it ends with a draw. Lols. With goals. Both teams are strong! Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow england VS portugal! I die die also must catch that match. DIE also must catch it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought it through, and that with my capability, i could at most suffice to be a teacher in future. Dreams of being a dentist, or a dietician, are well... dreams. =) I can easily imagining myself being a teacher. I think i like the pleasure of teaching. And mixing around with &lt;em&gt;kids&lt;/em&gt; [yes, if i really go into teaching, students will be deemed as KIDS. And i will be the mature, &lt;em&gt;pwetty&lt;/em&gt; lady teacher that everyone looks up to, adores and yada yada]! Furthermore, a teacher once told me that being a teacher is not just about teaching. There's a lot of planning to be done. Lesson plans and sometimes, you're in charge of organising an event for the school and so on. So fun!! ^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. It's a tad too depressing to be talking about the future now, especially when it seems particularly bleak. So let us concentrate on our studies!! Whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 4leaf's donut and caterpillar bread. The donut's sugar is not like the normal &lt;em&gt;grains&lt;/em&gt; of sugar you find sprinkled onto the bread, but it's &lt;em&gt;machiam&lt;/em&gt; powder. Doesn't taste too sweet, so even when the sugar content is about the same, it just doesn't feel that sinful. =) And caterpillar. 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